Lahat ng Kabanata ng WILD BOOKS: A COLLECTION OF NAUGHTY STORIES : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Marcus was buried deep inside me, thrusting hard from behind on the bench press. My hands gripped the edges of the bench, chest pressed down, ass up as he gave me powerful backshots. Every slam of his hips sent waves of pleasure through my body. The empty gym echoed with the wet sounds of our bodies and my soft moans.“Fuck, Sandra, you feel incredible,” he groaned, hands gripping my hips tight. “So tight and wet for me.”I pushed back against him, matching his rhythm. “Harder, Marcus. Don’t stop.”He leaned over me, one hand sliding up my back, the other reaching around to rub my clit. The angle was perfect, deep and rough. I was lost in it, eyes half-closed, when something caught my eye near the front of the gym.Headlights had swept across the parking lot earlier, but I’d ignored them. Now, through the dim glass of the front door, I saw a figure. My heart stopped.It was Mark.He stood there, face pressed close to the glass, cupping his hands around his eyes, staring inside. The di

The next morning I woke up sore in all the right and wrong places. Mark was already gone for work, leaving a note on the kitchen counter saying he had an early meeting. I stared at it for a long time, guilt twisting in my stomach. Last night with him had been intense, but my body still remembered Marcus, the way he felt buried inside me at the gym, the way I rode him desperately in the dark corner. I took a long shower, trying to wash away the evidence and the memories, but every time the water hit between my legs I felt that familiar ache.I told myself I wouldn’t go back to the gym today. I’d take a break, focus on work, and be a good wife. But by afternoon my resolve crumbled. I needed to see Marcus. Just to talk. Just to feel that spark again. I changed into my tightest workout leggings and a sports bra that showed off the new curves I was gaining, then went to the gym.Marcus was waiting near the front desk when I walked in. He looked even better in the daylight, tall, dark, and

His hand rested firmly on my lower back, keeping me bent over the desk. Papers crinkled under my palms. I could feel the heat of his body behind me, close enough that his breath brushed the back of my neck.“We’re going to talk about your grade,” Professor Kane said, voice low and rough now. “But first, I need you to understand exactly what extra credit with me really means.”My heart hammered against the wooden desk. “Professor… I don’t know if…”“Shh.” His fingers traced slowly up my spine, sending shivers through me. “You’ve been such a good girl in my class, Lila. Always watching me. Always trying so hard. Those other girls don’t see how special you are. But I do.”I swallowed hard. Part of me wanted to stand up and leave. This was wrong. He was my professor. But the way he spoke, the gentle strength in his touch after all those weeks of feeling invisible, made my legs weak. “I just want to pass,” I whispered.“You will.” He leaned down, lips close to my ear. “But you have to earn

The door handle turned. My heart nearly stopped. I was still sitting on Professor Kane’s cock, full and throbbing inside me, while Jessica’s breast was in his mouth. We all froze like statues. The person outside pushed the door open a little further.Professor Kane reacted fast. He used his strong legs to slam the door shut from where he sat, keeping it from opening more than a few inches. His voice stayed surprisingly steady.“Who is it?” he called out.A man’s voice answered from the hallway. “It’s Reynolds. I wanted to chat about the faculty meeting next week. You got a minute?”Jessica and I exchanged wide-eyed looks. I could feel Professor Kane still deep inside me, his hand still cupping Jessica’s breast. My pussy clenched around him involuntarily from the panic.“Give me one second, Reynolds,” Professor Kane replied. “Just finishing up something here.”He quickly lifted me off him. I stood on shaky legs, cum dripping down my thighs. Jessica and I moved like lightning. We grabbe

The bass from the music vibrated through the floor as I pushed my way into the crowded frat house. Red solo cups everywhere, bodies grinding on the makeshift dance floor, and the air thick with weed and cheap beer. I shouldn’t have come alone, but my roommates bailed at the last minute. Tonight I didn’t care. I needed to let loose. I wore a short black dress that hugged my body and stopped mid-thigh. A few guys already stared as I walked past. I grabbed a drink from the kitchen counter and took a long sip, feeling the burn slide down my throat. That’s when I noticed him. Jake. Tall, broad shoulders, messy dark hair, and that cocky smile every girl on campus talked about. He leaned against the wall with two of his friends, watching me like I was the only person in the room. He raised his cup in my direction. I nodded back. Before I could think twice, he crossed the room and stopped right in front of me. Up close he smelled like cologne and trouble. “You’re Emma, right?” he asked,