Semua Bab RUINED INNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption: Bab 221 - Bab 230

The charity gala at the Grand Ballroom was a spectacle of wealth and power. Crystal chandeliers dripped light over hundreds of influential guests. Elara clung to Damien’s arm, her emerald gown shimmering under the lights, diamonds heavy at her throat. His hand rested possessively on her bare lower back, thumb stroking the sensitive skin there, sending shivers through her. Whispers followed them. “Damien Blackwood married? In secret?” “Who is she?” Damien introduced her simply as “my wife,” his tone brooking no questions. During the seated dinner, Victoria Lang, a stunning raven-haired business rival, leaned far too close to Damien, laughing at his dry wit and brushing his arm repeatedly. Jealousy burned in Elara’s chest, irrational yet fierce. This was a contract, but after the way he had claimed her body so completely, the thought of another woman touching him made her bold. Under the heavy tablecloth, she slid her hand onto his thigh, inching upward until she cupped the hardening

His gaze swept the room—and locked directly on me.Two full minutes. The air between us crackled. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from raw, electric want. He recognized me. I saw the flicker in those steel eyes—the brief tightening of his jaw, the way his fingers flexed at his sides. But he said nothing. Just tore his gaze away and addressed the class.“Good afternoon. I expect full attention, punctuality, and respect in this classroom. Anatomy is not a joke. We will cover the human body in intimate detail—its structures, its responses, its pleasures and pains. I will tolerate no disruptions.”His voice was deep, smooth, commanding. It slid over my skin like velvet and steel. While he spoke, explaining the syllabus, his eyes kept drifting back to me. Just for a heartbeat each time. A momentary lock. A silent challenge. Then away again, professional as ever.I smiled to myself, crossing my legs under the desk. My clit pulsed. Oh, Professor. You ha

The next morning, I dressed to kill. A white blouse that was just a little too tight, the top buttons strategically left open. A plaid skirt that flipped up teasingly when I walked. No panties. I wanted him to know. To wonder.I took my seat front and center in Anatomy. When Jayden walked in, our eyes met immediately. The tension slammed into me like a physical force. He looked composed—perfectly professional in his button-down and tie—but I saw the strain. The dark circles under his eyes suggested he hadn’t slept much. Probably thinking about me all night.“Today we’ll begin with the reproductive system,” he announced, voice steady. His gaze swept the class but kept returning to me. “Structure, function, and physiological responses.”As he lectured, drawing diagrams on the board, I crossed and uncrossed my legs slowly. His eyes tracked the movement. I bit my lip, letting my pen trail along my collarbone, drawing his attention to my cleavage. Every time he looked, heat pooled lower in

My back arched off the mattress like I was possessed, a raw, broken moan tearing from my throat as James drove his thick cock balls-deep into my dripping pussy. “Fuck me harder, James! Please—oh god, don’t stop!” I gasped, my voice loud and shameless in the early morning light filtering through the dorm curtains. My huge tits bounced wildly with every brutal thrust, nipples hard as pebbles, sweat already slicking the valley between them.James gripped my hips with those strong football-captain hands, fingers digging into my soft flesh as he pounded me mercilessly. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping against my ass filled the room—plap-plap-plap—mixing with my breathless cries. “That’s it, baby,” he growled, voice rough with sleep and lust. “You’re always so fucking loud and tight in the morning. This greedy little cunt squeezes me like it’s trying to milk me dry the second you wake up. That’s why I love fucking you right after you open those pretty eyes.”I was a mess. M

I parted my lips and took Cane’s massive cock into my mouth, sucking him with desperate hunger. The thick, veiny length stretched my lips wide as I swirled my tongue around the swollen head, tasting his salty precum. He groaned deeply, fingers gently threading through my hair instead of forcing me. “That’s it, Ciara… just like that. You feel so fucking perfect. So warm and eager for me.”His words wrapped around me like silk even as his huge cock filled my throat. I bobbed deeper, gagging softly but pushing through, saliva dripping down my chin onto my heaving tits. Unlike James, Cane didn’t degrade me—he worshipped. “God, you’re incredible,” he whispered hoarsely. “So beautiful taking me like this. I’ve dreamed about your mouth every night since I saw you.”The praise made my pussy throb. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, one hand stroking the thick base while the other cupped his heavy balls. Cane’s hips rocked gently, never choking me, always letting me set the pace. “You’re so