Steamy Encounters のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

“Don't you, Daddy?” She asked again when he didn't respond to her earlier question. His fingers dug into her skin. “Yes,” he breathed. “God, yes.”The confession cracked something open in her chest. She pressed down harder. “Don't stop,” she said again. “Don't you dare stop.”And Jonas didn't think he would, even if she asked him to. They were both gone in the game that he didn't think he could be able to extricate himself even if he wanted. He moved his hips to the pace she had set until he felt the familiar tightening of his stomach and knew he wasn't far. She felt it too and watched his face as it happened. His eyes went wide, then fluttered closed, and his mouth fell open just as his climax hit him, harder than it had ever done. He couldn't remember a time when he came so hard, like a wave crashing on a rock. She kept grinding and riding him through every spasm until his hands finally fell limp at his sides and his chest heaved in the silence.On the TV, the credits rolled, as

She shifted, and her hips rocked against his thighs. Jonas' cock stirred beneath her, unaware that it wasn't supposed to do that, not with his wife a few feet away from them.“Ocean,” he warned. He didn't want to relapse into the helpless man he was last night, when she'd had him wrapped around his pinky, but it scared him that it would happen again. She blinked 'innocently. “What, Daddy?” She knew exactly what because he shifted again, slower this time, grinding against the growing hardness beneath her. Her skirt rode higher to expose the curve of her ass against his jeans. Her mother was at the sink now, rinsing the frying-pan with her back turned to them, unaware of what was happening. She thought they were cute together, not knowing her husband was fucking their daughter, right under her nose.Jonas's hands found Ocean's waist. He meant to lift her off and set her down, to walk away and never let this happen again. But it didn't work like he wanted it to. Instead of his hands do

The train car smelled like stale cigarettes and something metallic, like old blood or rusted pipes. I chose the seat by the window anyway, pressed my forehead to the cold glass, and watched my breath fog against the window.I'd been circling this station for three weeks now, every midnight, but hadn't gotten any luck so far. It was as if the universe knew what I was out to achieve and was making certain I didn't get it.I joined my legs together just as my pussy throbbed. I'd worn a pair of jeans today on a whim. Since I started using this platform, I'd only ever worn mini skirts. I hadn't gotten any luck with them, though.I didn't find a man who would rape me. Or even men. I needed that, have been craving to be manhandled by at least one man. Tonight, I was wearing a white cotton tank top with no bra. My nipples were already tight from the air conditioning, pebbled and obvious, and I didn't cross my arms to hide them. I needed it out so any man who stepped in would see me and take

Behind me, Kingsley's hands tightened on my hips. “Fuck me,” I whispered. “Please. I need it. I need your cock inside me. I need you to take me. Use me. Ruin me. Please. Please.”Kinsley and Collins thrust up into me in one hard motion, and I froze. The pain was just too much, so I didn't fucking react as it gripped me hard. Kinsley didn't prep me and just took my arse cherry like that. It hurts! The fuck. I fell on Collins's chest and breathed as he started moving. The pain was just about to lessen when he pulled out. He didn't do it slowly. Kingsley ripped himself from my ass, and the sudden emptiness made me sob into Collins's chest. My hole gaped, clenching around nothing, cold air hitting where he'd been so deep inside me. Before I could even process the loss, his hand was between my shoulder blades, shoving me forward, and I collapsed against Collins' sweat-slick chest.My breasts pressed flat against the hard muscle of his pecs. My nipples scraped through the thin sheen of h

A/NIT'S JUST AS THE TITLE SAID….I had always wondered how the apocalypse would start. I imagined it starting the way tonight started. It was peaceful until we heard a loud bang, which we later discovered was a kick when it sent the door flying from its hinges.I was on the couch. I'd been reading a romance novel with my legs tucked under me, and my mother was in the armchair by the window humming my favourite lullaby from when I was a kid. My father was in his usual spot, smoking a cigar and reading the day's newspaper, like he did every night.It was just like a normal night, until it wasn't anymore, not with the man now filling the door he just kicked out.He was bigger than the doorway. Not physically, though he was broad, shoulders straining the seams of a black suit that cost more than my tuition, but his presence swallowed the room. His eyes were the colour of a frozen lake at dawn, and they swept the living room.“Fed,” he called to my dad in a voice that sent fear racing dow