MIDNIGHT CRAVINGS: Don't tell anyone のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Ruby's povThe address Logan had scribbled down led me to an exclusive high-rise downtown. The entrance didn’t have a sign, just a heavy black door and a security guard who nodded me through the moment I showed him the paper. My heart was pounding, and my core was still throbbing from the quickie on the oval desk. Carl was probably drunk out of his mind at some bar, completely useless as a boyfriend. I was tired of being lonely. I was tired of being sex-deprived. I wanted this. I wanted Logan.Inside, a handsome male servant in a tailored suit met me in the private lobby. He handed me a sleek, luxury boutique bag."Mr. Logan requested that you change into what is inside, Miss," the servant said, "then please proceed to room six on the top floor."I took the bag, my fingers brushing against the expensive material. When I went into the changing room and opened it, my breath caught. Inside was a skimpy, sheer black lace teddy that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I stripped

First day on the job and I was fucking hard looking at the models big tits.The job was supposed to be about learning lighting angles and lens calibration. I didn't know my new boss was a high-end nude photographer. And I definitely didn't know my first assignment would involve standing three feet away from Elena.She was the highest-paid alt-model in the city, and seeing her in person completely ruined me. She wore a piece of black lace that barely hid anything. Her full, round breasts were literally screaming to be freed from the tight knot of the fabric, her nipples dark and beautiful against her pale skin. Her thighs were slick with posing oil, catching the studio lights every time she shifted her weight.I stood there like a statue, my dick growing rock-hard against my jeans. I barely heard a word my boss was saying. I honestly wondered how the hell he wasn't hard just looking at her."Julian! The light reflector. Bring it here now," my boss snapped, his voice suddenly cutting th

Who the hell said you can't have fun at work?In the past four weeks, this place had become my own personal paradise. I still regularly recalled the first day with Elena—those perfect tits and the vanilla scent of her skin as she rode me on the leather chair. She had actually come back to the studio three times since that night, always choosing the late-end slots when my boss was gone, and she always left looking far more satisfied than the last time.But she wasn't the only one. Since that first day, a steady stream of gorgeous women had walked through those doors. Latinas with thick thighs, Black models with skin like silk and massive asses, girls with big tits who knew exactly how to use them. Every single one of them paid top dollar for their professional nude shoots, and I always made sure they got their money's worth—plus a little extra pleasure behind the scenes.Because of how much revenue I was bringing in, my boss had finally started trusting me to run the studio completely

I walked through the front door of the mansion, my muscles aching and my skin dripping with sweat. I had just finished a brutal two-hour workout at the gym, but the exhaustion did nothing to calm the fire in my blood. My testosterone was pumping, and my grey gym shorts were straining against the rock-hard erection I’d been fighting all day.And it was all because of her.Valerie. My thirty-two-year-old stepmother. My father had married her a year ago, mostly as a trophy to show off to his wealthy business partners before jetting off on endless international trips. He was currently in London, leaving the two of us completely alone in this massive, empty house.Valerie was stunning, and she knew it. She had wide hips, a tiny waist, and a pair of heavy, round breasts that constantly demanded attention. Ever since my father left, she had developed a habit of walking around the house in dangerously short silk gowns and tight minidresses. She claimed it was because the house was too warm, b

Her spit was still drying on my dick, but now my old man was going down there to claim her.Driven by pure, reckless anger, I snuck down the steps, keeping entirely to the shadows.The laundry room door was cracked open, a sliver of bright fluorescent light cutting into the dark hallway. I peeked through the gap, my jaw clenching so hard my teeth ached.Valerie was pinned against the vibrating washing machine. Her red minidress was pushed up to her waist, and my father was behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her."God, you're so tight, Valerie," my father grunted, his pace heavy and slow."Yes... Charles..." she whispered, her voice sounding forced, completely different from the raw moans she had given me in the kitchen. She looked toward the door, her glassy eyes scanning the darkness. For a split second, I swear she saw my shadow. Her fingers clawed at the cold metal of the washing machine, but she didn’t scream.I couldn't watch anymore. The sight of him ins