CumShorts: Unholy Dirty Desires의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

Diana“Ah—fuck Jace”My hips rock back harder. Squelch. Slick. Squelch. Sweat slides down the valley of my spine. I can feel the second orgasm coiling tight, ready to snap. Jace’s hand leaves my hair and slides around to my throat again, tilting my face so he can see every expression I make when I cum.“Cum on my cock, Diana. Let me feel it.”“I’m close…fuck fuck—please. UGGGggghhh”The second climax rips through me harder than the first. My whole body locks up. A broken, high moan tears out of my throat as I cum around the dildo, walls fluttering and squeezing. Wetness spills down my thighs. I keep the rose pressed tight until the pleasure edges into too much and I finally pull it away with a shaky gasp.I collapse onto the bed, chest heaving, the dildo still buried inside me, aftershocks flutter through me. I can still feel the phantom weight of their hands, the heat of their mouths. The fantasy lingers like a second skin.I focus on breathing in and out slowly, trying to steady the

DianaI rise on shaky legs and crawl onto the mattress. The sheets feel cool against my overheated skin. Jesse drops to his knees at the edge of the bed, hooks his hands under my knees, and drags me closer until my hips hang just off the mattress. His breath ghosts over my pussy, already swollen and sensitive from earlier. Then his tongue drags through my folds in one long, slow lick.“Ahhhh…”The sound rips out of me before I can stop it. My back arches. He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks, and the pull is so sharp my thighs jump. He eats me so slow, like he has all the time in the world—flat strokes of his tongue, then pointed flicks, then deep suction that makes my hips try to lift off the bed. His hands slide up my stomach and find my nipples, already tight and aching. He pinches them, rolls them, tugs just hard enough to send little sparks straight down to where his mouth is working.“Fuckk—”I turn my head and see Jace. He has pulled the chair from the corner of the room r

Piper“What’s wrong?” Marilyn’s question pulled me out of my thoughts.I blinked and looked up from my phone. “Nothing.”I tried to keep my expression neutral, but apparently I wasn't doing a very good job.Marilyn studied me from across the little table where the three of us had been waiting for our appointments. “Oh, that's not a nothing look. What's happening?”“Nothing is happening.” I locked my phone and placed it on the table. “I'm fine.”Catherine, sitting beside me, finally lifted her gaze from her own phone. “You're not fine.”I looked at her. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”“Because you're sitting here looking worried over a phone you haven't put down for the past ten minutes.” Marilyn answered almost immediately.“I wasn't worried.” Marilyn gave me a look.“Okay,” I admitted. “Maybe a little.”“A little about what?” Catherine asked.I picked up my drink and took a sip, mostly because I needed something to do with my hands.The salon around us carried on as usual. Hair

PiperThe word left my mouth far more confidently than I felt. Killian gave me a small nod and returned his attention to my hair. I kept my eyes on my reflection, determined to look as normal as possible.Normal.That was the goal.Unfortunately, nothing about the situation felt normal anymore.The salon became more busy. Someone walked behind my chair carrying a stack of folded towels. A stylist called for a particular product from across the room. The hair dryer beside us switched on, filling the space with a low rush of air before going quiet again.I tried to focus on those things.“So,” I said, forcing myself to continue the conversation, “how long have you worked here?”Killian packed a section of my hair. “A little over two years.”“Two years?” I asked.Killian separated another section of my hair, the comb sliding cleanly through the strands. “Almost three.”I nodded, and under the heavy fabric my fingers pressed lightly against the front of my underwear. The material was alre

PiperI stood up from the chair on legs that barely held me. The cape still hung around my shoulders. Killian stepped back just enough to let me pass. His eyes stayed on mine in the mirror for one more second.I walked toward the back of the salon. Every step made the wetness between my thighs impossible to ignore. I could hear my heart beat as I walked past other customers and employees. I pushed the restroom door open, stepped inside, and left it unlocked just like he told me.The small space smelled of soap and clean towels. One sink. One stall. Soft lighting. I leaned against the counter and tried to steady my breathing. My fingers still tingled from touching myself. I was so close earlier that the ache refused to fade.The door opened.Killian stepped in and locked it behind him with a quiet click. He didn’t speak at first. He just looked at me. Then he closed the distance in two steps.His mouth met mine hard. I gasped into the kiss. His hands gripped my waist and turned me so m