All Chapters of HIS GUILTY PLEASURE : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ellie’s pov“The clinic is still completely dark,” I said, sitting on the edge of the exam table with my dress pushed up around my waist and his cum already leaking slowly down my thighs from the first round we had finished only minutes earlier. Daniel stood between my open legs, pants still open, cock wet and half-hard, looking at me like he was trying to decide whether to finally send me home the way a responsible doctor should. The hallway lights had been off for well over an hour and the only sounds left in the whole building were our breathing and the soft creak of the table under me. “You usually walk me out to my car by now and watch me drive away.”He rested both hands on my bare knees and kept them spread wide. “I should walk you out. That would be the smart thing to do after everything we already did tonight.”“But you are not moving an inch.” I reached down between us and wrapped my fingers around his cock, stroking the slick length slowly until he hardened fully in my gr

Alina’s pov“We’re already past the time,” I said when the clock on the wall showed we had gone well over the hour my mother planned for this lesson. “She’s still outside waiting in the car.”David didn’t even glance at the clock. He stayed right behind me, both hands firm on my shoulders, pressing them down until my back was completely straight. “She can wait. Your posture is still wrong and we’re fixing every bit of it right now.”I kept my eyes locked on the keys. “She’s going to get pissed if this keeps going.”“Let her get pissed. Play the second page again. And this time slow the fuck down.”I started the section. His hands stayed planted on my shoulders, thumbs digging lightly into the tight muscles at the base of my neck. Every few measures he slid them lower along my upper arms, adjusting the angle of my elbows, his fingers brushing the bare skin just past the edge of my sleeves and staying there longer than any real correction needed. The heat from his palms soaked straigh

Alina’s pov“Turn the metronome on,” David said, still standing behind me with one hand under my shirt on my bare waist and the other low on my stomach. “We’re done pretending this is about the notes.”I reached out and flipped the switch. The steady tick filled the quiet studio, loud in the empty house. Click. Click. Click. Neither of us looked at the sheet music after that.“Play anything,” he said. “I don’t care what. Just keep your hands on the keys so you have something to do while I do this.”I put my fingers on the keys and started moving them in time with the ticking, random notes that didn’t mean anything. His hand on my stomach slid lower until his fingers rested right along the waistband of my jeans. The other hand pushed my shirt higher so his palm could spread across more of my bare skin.“You’re not even trying to stop me,” he said near my ear. “Why is that?”“Maybe I like how it feels.”“Say that again.”“I like how it feels.”

Alina’s pov“Don’t pull out yet,” I said, still sitting on his cock with my forehead against his shoulder. We were both breathing hard. The metronome kept ticking somewhere behind us like it had no idea what just happened on the bench.David’s hand was still over my mouth for a second longer before he slowly moved it away. His other hand stayed locked on my ass, keeping me sunk all the way down on him. I could feel him still hard inside me, twitching every time my walls fluttered around him.“You’re still squeezing,” he muttered. “Fucking greedy.”“It feels too good to stop.” I rolled my hips once in a slow circle and watched his jaw tighten. “You’re still hard.”“No shit. You just came all over me and you’re sitting here wet and open. Of course I’m still working hard.” He thrust up into me once, deep and deliberate, just to make me gasp. “But we can’t stay like this all night.”I didn’t move off him. I kept him buried inside me while I caught my br

Julie’s pov“Fuck, another stack of manuscript pages that read like someone copied a dictionary and called it a novel,” I muttered under my breath while shifting in the stiff office chair that had already started killing my lower back. The fluorescent lights above the open-plan floor of Hartwell Press hummed steady and ugly, the kind of sound that made you want to scream after three hours. I had been here since eight, and it was only eleven now. My coffee had gone cold an hour ago and the sugar at the bottom of the cup tasted like regret.Across from me, Lena, the other intern who somehow always smelled like expensive shampoo and pure confidence, leaned over her own pile of papers and whispered, “You look like you’re about to set that whole desk on fire, Julie.”I glanced up and gave her a half-smile. “I’m seriously considering it. This one has a love scene where the guy compares the girl’s tits to ‘ripe summer fruit’ three times in two paragraphs. Wh