Sinphony: A collection의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

His breathing came out heavier now. Slowly he reached out with shaky hands, like he wanted to hold me but paused before palming my cheeks softly, fingers trembling. “I have always wanted you Ma…”“Stella” I cleared my throat, “Stella is fine,” I assured softly, reaching out to takeoff his glasses and placing it on the desk behind us. His brown eyes darkened as we both leaned forward. His breath hot and uneven, hit me before his soft lips touched mine.He moaned deep in his throat, “mmm”, a ghost of his hand hovering over my waist but not touching.Deepening the kiss, I took his hand and placed it on my waist, “touch me…” I mumbled against his lips, tilting my head and claiming his lips again.“Don't hold back” I added, wrapping my arms around his neck., placing it on my waist . Something in him snapped, he pulled me closer, my full boobs crushing against his chest.“Mmm” I moaned in my throat.His breath was ragged as his hands gripped me.The fact that he was inexperienced but so

I stared wide eyes at the sight before me as she wiggled her pale watery ass. I was definitely going to come without any form of contact. I lifted my hand shakily allowing it colide with her backside. “Ahn” she shouted, back arching. “Damn it, don't stop” she hissed through gritted teeth and I repeated the action, this time harder. Her back arched, her ass pointing out further as she sprawled her arm on the desk, mistakenly shoving my glasses. I delivered another strike and another, I kept going at it like a sadist, her buttom an angry red and finally she screamed, “stop” but after the slap she gave me, I needed to have my pound of flesh and with that I delivered two consecutive slaps. The sound she made was animalistic, “oh fuckkk,” the sound sounded like grovel I didn't let her land as I landed another one before she slid of the table and landed on the floor, cursing. I blinked, what had I done?I crouched beside her, scared of reaching out and touching her, she might hate me

Students filled the school grounds for their closing party that was to take place later that evening. I walked through the corridors as preparations were being made, students standing in groups and giggling, some hands flailing as they vividly painted a scene to their attentive audience. That's when our eyes locked in the almost chaos around us, my pulse jumped impulsively and I tore my eyes away. My heartbeat now irregular as I walked through the car park and got in my car shutting the door. I squeezed my eyes shut, leaning my forehead on the steering. Ethan!I remembered him fucking the hell out of me in my office three days ago, I remember me passing out and waking up to him jerking off himself, body curved in an unideal manner and pouring his seed right where I lay admist grunts. The adrenaline of desire mixed with fear of getting caught. I remember him promising to mark me till no man ever mattered, his face sweaty and red. I squeezed my thighs shut, raising my head and r

My body froze as she struggled to contain her breathing, her finger circling my clit while I twitched and thrust my hips discreetly to her finger. Our seat mate stirred in his sleep and turned his face towards us, eyes still shut and breathing uneven. My thighs clamped together, keeping her hand locked in between my thighs. You’d think she'd stop but she didn't, instead, she reached out with her other hand and spread my legs apart. “I want to touch you” she rasped out, her torn breath needy and raw. Her eyes were dark as we looked into each other's eyes. She rubbed harder and my eyes fluttered close. “Look at me” she forced out, her tone cracked. My brows creased together as I forced my eyes open, tears pooling as pleasure racked me and my pussy secreted more juices. “Oh my godddd” I gasped and she clamped a hand over my mouth, tubbing harder while my hips thrust faster. My eyes darted to the driver who seemed so engrossed in his driving, his face staring straight ahead and ot

The club is all pressure and heat. There is no space to breathe, no space to think.Bodies move like one living thing, grinding and swaying in the dark, the bass so loud it turns my bones into vibration. Someone’s shoulder hits mine, a hand brushes my waist, and I don’t even look back. That’s how it is in here, everyone packed too close, everyone pretending they’re alone inside the crowd.I move with it anyway. I always do.My hips swerve to the rhythm without permission, my drink long gone… somewhere between the lights and the noise. Sweat clings to skin, perfume mixes with alcohol in the air, and every flash of light shows me fragments of what is happening… hands in the air, mouths open, eyes hooded…Then I feel it.Not a touch exactly. A presence behind me, a presence too close like it belongs there.A man behind me, I can tell because of the poking behind me, close enough that my next movement doesn’t have anywhere to go but into him.And when I do move, I feel the solid press o