Todos os capítulos de WILD BOOKS: A COLLECTION OF NAUGHTY STORIES : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Kai pulled back from the kiss, his forehead resting against mine. Our breathing mixed in the dark room. My lips felt swollen, tingling. I could still taste him.“You’re a virgin aren't you?” he asked, thumb brushing my bottom lip. I didn't reply.He smiled, that dangerous half-smile that made my stomach flutter. His hands stayed on my waist, holding me close but not forcing anything. The heat from his body warmed me through the thin silk of my dress.“I should be tying you up right now,” he said, voice low. “Making sure you don’t call the cops.”“Then why aren’t you?”His fingers traced small circles on my lower back. “Because the way you kissed me back… I don’t think you want me to leave.”I didn’t deny it. I couldn’t. My body was reacting to him in ways that scared and excited me at the same time.Kai slowly turned me around so my back pressed against his chest again. One arm wrapped around my waist while his other hand brushed my hair to one side. His lips found my neck, placing s

Kai’s eyes burned with hunger as he looked at me. I was still catching my breath, my body sore and leaking from everything he had already done to me. But he wasn’t finished. Not even close.He flipped me onto my back and spread my legs wide. “I want to see your face this time,” he said, voice rough.He pushed back inside my pussy first, hard and deep. I gasped, my back arching off the bed. He fucked me with long, powerful strokes, his hips slamming against mine. The wet sound of our bodies filled the room.“Fuck, Ava,” he groaned. “You feel too good.”I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. “Don’t be gentle,” I whispered. “I want it rough.”Kai’s eyes darkened. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand. His other hand squeezed my breast hard as he pounded into me. Every thrust was brutal, hitting deep inside me. I moaned loudly, not caring anymore who might hear.He suddenly pulled out and flipped me over again, yanking my hips up so my ass was high in

David pulled his fingers out of me slowly. I was still trembling on the kitchen counter when he brought them to his lips and tasted me. The sight made my stomach tighten.“Fuck, Sophie,” he said, voice rough. “You taste too good.”I reached for his sweatpants again, palming his hard cock through the fabric. “I want you.”He grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “We can’t do this here. Not with Emily right upstairs.”“Then take me somewhere else,” I whispered.He stared at me for a second, fighting with himself. Then he lifted me off the counter like it was nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me down the hallway to his home office. He kicked the door shut behind us and locked it.The room was dark except for a small lamp on his desk. He set me down on the edge of the big wooden desk and stepped back, breathing hard.“This is crazy,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “If your friend wakes up.”“She won’t,” I said, pulling my t-shirt over my head. I sat there in

I stood there frozen in the hallway, my heart slamming against my ribs. Emily’s eyes went wide as she took it all in, me in nothing but a thin t-shirt, David right behind me with his hand still on my arm, shirtless, looking guilty as hell. The silence stretched so tight I thought it might snap.“Emily, wait,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not… I can explain.”She took a step back, phone still glowing in her hand. “Explain? You’re sneaking around with my dad? Sophie, what the fuck?” Her voice cracked, but she didn’t yell. Not yet. She just stared, hurt flashing across her face.David cleared his throat. “Sweetheart, let’s go inside my room. We can talk. Quietly.”Emily hesitated, then nodded stiffly. We all slipped into his bedroom, and he shut the door. The room smelled like him, clean soap and that faint cologne. I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling my shirt down over my thighs. Emily stayed by the door, arms crossed.“I saw you two,” she said. “You weren’t just tal

I froze as the hand closed over my breast, firm and sure. The carriage was packed with standing passengers, bodies pressed close in the sway of the train. My heart slammed against my ribs. Before I could twist around or make a sound, another hand clamped over my mouth, warm and strong, cutting off any cry. It was Daniel. In the near-blackness of the tunnel, I felt his breath on my neck. Two fingers from his other hand slid down fast, pushing between my legs. My skirt rode up easy, he yanked the fabric higher with his wrist, bunching it around my hips. Those fingers pressed against my panties, rubbing right over my clit through the thin cotton. I bit down hard on my lip, fighting the moan that wanted to rip out of me. The train rattled on. People around us shifted, half-asleep or staring at nothing. No one could see clearly. The emergency lights barely reached our spot. Daniel’s fingers moved in slow circles, then dipped lower, pressing the fabric into me. I was already getting wet.