Dripping With Lust (A Collection Of Steamy Tales🔥) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

“Because I care about you.”Those words hit me deeper than I had expected. For a brief second, my heart soared. Maybe… just maybe he felt even a little of what I felt for him. I wanted to pour everything out …. how badly I craved him, how I couldn’t stop thinking about him, how hard I was fighting these forbidden feelings.Then he added,“As you’re my sister.”All my hopes came crashing down in an instant.“Yeah… sure. We’re siblings… so yeah,” I stammered, speaking too quickly to hide the awkwardness.We continued working on the math problems in heavy silence. Kai finally left my room a little after 11 PM. I couldn’t sleep. I kept replaying every small moment .. the way he listened when I explained, how he ran his fingers through his hair whenever he was stuck, the deep sound of his voice. I lay in bed blushing like a fool until sleep eventually claimed me.---The next day was the big basketball tournament between Kai’s club and a rival school. I was strangely excited and even said

Maya Voss sat across from Professor Elias Kane in his office after the last seminar of the semester. The grade sheet on his desk showed a hard D in Advanced Literary . Scholarship gone if it stayed that way.She kept her voice steady. “Is there any way to raise it? Extra work. A paper. Anything.”Elias leaned back, dark eyes on her. Forty-two, controlled, the kind of man who never raised his voice in class and never needed to.“There is one way,” he said. “You come to my house tonight. You let me fuck you however I want, for as long as I want. You take it all. In the morning you walk out with a B-plus. No negotiation after you walk through the door.”Maya’s stomach dropped. Heat flooded her face.“No,” she said immediately. “That’s… no.”He didn’t argue. He simply wrote an address on a slip of paper and slid it across the desk.“Eight o’clock. The offer stands until then. After that, the grade stays.”She left the office with the paper crushed in her fist, pulse racing, refusing th

Twenty minutes was all he gave them.Maya and Lena lay tangled on the soaked sheets, bodies still trembling in small waves, cum leaking slowly from both of them. Their breathing had only just started to even out when Elias returned from the bathroom, cock already thick and rising again. He carried a bottle of water and nothing else.“Drink. Then get up.”They drank. He took the bottle away, set it on the nightstand, and pointed to the center of the bed.“Both of you. On your backs. Legs spread. Knees to your chests.”They obeyed. Two cunts open and shiny, still dripping the loads he had left inside them earlier. Elias climbed onto the bed between them and started with Maya.He drove into her in one long, hard thrust. Maya’s back arched off the mattress and a raw scream tore from her throat. He fucked her deep and relentless from the first stroke…hips snapping, the wet slap of skin filling the room. Her legs shook almost immediately in his grip. He leaned down, sucked one nipple hard,

Adrian’s place was only a short drive from the loft. Clean lines, dark furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. The second the door clicked shut behind them he had her against it.Mouth hard on hers. Tongue pushing in. One hand under her shirt already, palm rough against her bare stomach, then higher, shoving her bra up so he could cup her tit and pinch the nipple. Claire moaned into the kiss and bit his lower lip. He growled and spun her, walking her backward until the backs of her thighs hit the edge of the long couch.He yanked her shirt over her head, unhooked her bra, and tossed both aside. Her jeans and panties followed in one hard tug. She was already wet; the cool air against her cunt made her shiver. Adrian shoved her down onto the couch, dropped to his knees, and dragged her hips to the edge. He spread her thighs wide and licked her open in one long, flat stroke.Claire’s head fell back. He didn’t tease. He sucked her clit hard, two fingers shovin

Claire rang the doorbell at 5:41.Adrian opened it in the same charcoal trousers from the office, white shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled. His eyes dropped to the folder in her hand, then back to her face. No greeting. He stepped aside.The house was larger than the apartment she remembered…open living room, high ceilings, soft light. Toys were scattered across the rug near the couch: a blue truck, wooden blocks, a small plastic dinosaur. Noah sat in the middle of them, cross-legged, making the truck roll over the blocks with quiet concentration. He looked up when Claire stepped inside.“Mommy.”“Hey, baby. Auntie dropped you off?”“She said you were coming here. I’m playing.”Adrian’s gaze moved from Noah to Claire and stayed there a second too long. Something unreadable passed through his eyes. Then he looked away.“Papers,” he said.Claire handed him the folder. Their fingers brushed. Heat jumped under her skin like no time had passed. Adrian set the folder on the cons