All Chapters of SWEET SPOT: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

NylaEven with only half of him inside me, my body was already shuddering with intense pleasure.I felt so full. So incredibly full. My walls stretched around his thick cock, gripping him tightly as he moved. Is this what it always feels like? I wondered, breathless. Or am I just exaggerating because it’s my first time?Ezekiel stayed slow and controlled, thrusting gently, giving me time to adjust. His eyes never left mine, dark with lust and something deeper.“Fuck, baby… you feel so tight,” he groaned, voice low and filthy. “This little pussy is squeezing me so perfectly. You’re taking me so well, my good girl.”His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I moaned softly, my hands sliding up to hold the sides of his waist, fingers digging into his skin as he pushed a little deeper.“That’s it,” he praised, leaning down to kiss my neck. “Hold onto me while I fuck you. You’re doing so fucking good, baby. Look at you… taking half my cock like you were made for it.”The wet, slick s

NylaI couldn’t stop crying.The moment Ezekiel left, actually chased out by my own brother, the tears just wouldn’t stop. Garrett had been so angry, so betrayed. He had yelled at Ezekiel, told him their friendship was over, and practically pushed him out the door. I had never seen him like that before. And now, the house felt colder than ever.I curled up on my bed, hugging my knees to my chest, sobbing into my pillow. My phone was in my hand. I didn’t even think twice before calling Susie.She answered on the second ring. “Nyla? What’s wrong?”I could barely speak through my tears. “Susie… can you come over? Please?”“I’m on my way,” she said without hesitation. “Just hold on, okay?”About twenty minutes later, there was a knock on my bedroom door. I jumped off the bed and rushed to open it, my eyes still red and swollen.The second I saw Susie standing there with that concerned look on her face, my bottom lip trembled. She took one look at me — pale face, tear-streaked cheeks, red

NylaHe came closer on the ladder, his body leaning through the open window frame. The night air was cool against my skin, but the heat between us made everything feel warmer. The window sill acted like a boundary, a thin line separating us, but it didn’t stop him from reaching for me.His palms slid over the silky fabric of my nightgown, cupping my breasts. I gasped softly as he squeezed them gently, his thumbs brushing over my nipples through the thin material. He fondled them slowly, massaging the soft flesh with just the right pressure, making my knees feel weak.“Ezekiel…” I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper.He didn’t stop. One of his hands slipped lower, sliding under the hem of my nightgown. He pushed the fabric up, exposing one of my breasts to the cool night air. It was small and round, my nipple already hard and aching. He groaned softly, his eyes dark with hunger as he stared at me.“You’ve got the nicest tits, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and filthy. “So sof

EzekielI finally arrived home. My parents were away on one of their usual business trips, so the house was quiet. I didn’t even bother setting an alarm. There were no classes today, and after everything that had happened, I just wanted to sleep until whenever my body allowed.I slept deeply, the kind of sleep that felt like it could last forever. But hours later, my phone started ringing. I groaned, still half-asleep, and reached blindly for it on the bedside table. My eyes were barely open as I swiped to answer and pressed it to my ear.“Hello… who am I speaking with?” I mumbled, voice heavy with sleep.“It’s me, Garrett.”My eyes snapped open. Sunlight was already pouring into the room. I sat up quickly, staring at the screen to confirm it was really him. It was. My best friend — the one who had been ignoring every call and message since he caught me with Nyla. He hadn’t replied to a single text. Hadn’t answered any calls. The silence had been killing me.I was genuinely surprised

NylaA month later“Wait, Ezekiel, wait,” I moaned, my voice shaky as he thrust into me.My back was pressed against the old wooden desk in the abandoned classroom, legs spread wide. One of my legs was hooked over his shoulder, the other wrapped tightly around his waist. He was so deep inside me, filling me completely with every slow, deliberate thrust. The feeling of him stretching me, the way he hit that perfect spot inside with each movement, made my head spin.“What if we get caught?” I whimpered, my hands clutching his shoulders. My nails dug into his skin as pleasure mixed with the thrill of risk. “What if someone comes in and sees us like this?”He held my face gently, still moving inside me with that deep, steady rhythm. His eyes were dark, full of hunger and affection. “Nobody will come in, baby. I made sure everywhere was quiet before pulling you here.”I gasped as he thrust deeper, my back arching off the desk. The old wood creaked beneath us, but I barely noticed. All I co