《Unholy Cravings and Desires: Short Erotica collections 》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

I woke up to the soft sound of rain tapping against the window.Maya was still asleep beside me, her body curled into mine. The sheet had slipped down to her waist, leaving her back and that incredible ass completely bare. Even in the gray morning light, it looked perfect … round, full, smooth brown skin with the faint red marks my hands had left the night before.My cock stirred instantly.Last night had been intense. We’d fucked twice more after the first time — once with her riding me slow and deep on the couch, once with her bent over the kitchen counter while I took her from behind, gripping that big ass hard as I came inside her again.Now, in the quiet morning, she looked peaceful. But I was already hard, pressed against the soft curve of her ass.I couldn’t resist.I slid my hand over her hip, cupping one heavy cheek. She stirred but didn’t wake. I squeezed gently, then let my fingers slip between her thighs.She was still wet from last night. My

I couldn’t stop shaking.Even after Ethan left the room, I lay there on the guest bed, legs still spread, his thick cum slowly leaking out of my pussy and soaking the sheets beneath me.My body felt ruined in the best and worst way possible.I had just been fucked awake by my sister’s boyfriend.And I had come hard twice.The guilt crashed over me like a wave, but underneath it was something darker. Something hot and addictive.I could still feel him inside me. The stretch. The depth. I touched myself gently between my legs. My pussy was swollen, sensitive, and dripping with Ethan’s load. The moment my fingers brushed my clit, a spark of pleasure shot through me again.I hated how much I liked it.I forced myself to get up, took a long shower, and tried to wash away the evidence. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn’t wash away the memory of waking up with his dick already buried deep inside me.The rest of the day passed in a blur.

I couldn’t stay away.Two days later, I was back at the restaurant.This time I didn’t even pretend to be hungry. I ordered the smallest salad on the menu and sat at the same corner booth, heart pounding the entire time.Ryan noticed me the moment I walked in. His eyes met mine across the room, and a small, knowing smile tugged at his lips. He looked even better than last time — black shirt sleeves rolled up, showing strong forearms, that same confident way he moved between tables.I barely touched my food. My mind kept replaying what happened in the restroom: the way he had pushed me into the stall, the thick stretch of his cock inside me while another woman was washing her hands just feet away, the way I had come so hard I had to bite his shoulder to stay quiet.By the time the restaurant started emptying out again, I was soaked.I waited until the last customer left, then stood up and walked straight to him.“Restroom light is acting up again,” I said

Chapter 1~ Rose ~I hated Michael from the second he stepped into my penthouse.The agency forced him on me after the latest stalker left a used condom taped to my dressing-room mirror.“Temporary protection,” they called it. I called it bullshit. I’d built this life—runways in Milan, covers in Paris, my body on billboards from my home town to New York without needing a six-foot-four wall of muscle breathing down my neck.He didn’t speak much. He just stood there in black tactical pants and a fitted black shirt that stretched across his chest like it was pissed off at the fabric. His arms are always folded. Eyes scanning windows, doors, shadows—never me. That pissed me off more than anything. Every other man in my world stared but Michael didn’t.For three straight days he shadowed me. Early morning gym sessions where I pushed my body until sweat poured down my spine and my leggings clung to my ass. He waited outside the door. Private fittings

A credible new threat forced us into a remote mountain safe house for the weekend. We were given only one room and a bed.I tried to pick fights. Anything to make him crack. I wore tiny sleep shorts that rode up my ass and a cropped tank with no bra. Every time I reached for something high my tits bounced. Michael stayed maddeningly calm until the third night.“You think you’re so fucking controlled,” I taunted, stepping right into his space until my nipples grazed his chest through the thin fabric. “But I saw your cock in the shower. I know you want to fuck me raw.”His control finally snapped just enough. He backed me against the wall, one thick thigh shoving between mine, his hands planted on either side of my head. His breath was hot against my ear.“I want a lot of things, Rose,” he growled. “But I won’t take what you’re not ready to beg for.”He stepped back, leaving me aching, clit throbbing against the soaked seam of my shorts.That night I woke