Lahat ng Kabanata ng Darkest Cravings (90 Types Of Longing): Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I stroked my slick cock slowly, spreading the wetness over the swollen head before letting my hand glide back down the shaft. My other hand trailed up my chest, pinching a nipple as I kept my eyes glued to the phone. This was what she did to me. One text from her and I was leaking like a faucet, aching so hard it almost hurt. I swiped to the next photo — her full, heavy breasts spilling out of her bra, dark nipples stiff and begging. Then the one after: her legs spread wide, fingers parting her glistening pussy for me. So pink. So ready. I could practically smell her through the screen. “Just a matter of time, Gad,” I muttered, voice thick with lust. “I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you, Auntie.”My grip tightened. I imagined her thick thighs wrapped around my waist, her soft belly pressing against mine as I drove into her. The way her pussy would clench when I called her “Auntie” while fucking her senseless. The little gasps she’d make when I sucked on those heavy tits

I watched her perfect, curvy bottom as she stood beside the window, carefully checking to be sure her mother had left.Then she turned to me with a grin.I smiled back and opened my arms for an embrace.She crossed the room in a few quick steps and pressed herself against me, soft and warm, her face nuzzling into the crook of my neck. Her hands slid up my back, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt as she held on. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand settling low on the swell of her hips, the other stroking slowly up and down her spine.“She’s gone for the afternoon,” she murmured against my skin, voice low and a little breathless. “All ours.”I tilted her chin up and kissed her, slow at first, then deeper when she parted her lips for me. She tasted faintly of the mint she always chewed when she was nervous and excited at the same time. Her body melted closer, the soft press of her breasts against my chest, the gentle roll of her hips as she shifted against me.When we finally

I dipped my head slowly at the altar, the scent of old incense and polished wood thick in my lungs. My fingers brushed the front of my jacket, straightening it with deliberate care. He alone created the desires of men. It was cruel, almost blasphemous to leave a young woman starved of sex when the door of the convent was never locked from the outside. She could leave any time. She simply never did.I turned around. Sister Naza stood among the children, distributing sweets and little wrapped gifts, her voice soft and warm. Even beneath those heavy black habits that swallowed every curve, I could still see the heavy sway of her ass when she bent, the way the fabric stretched across the full, forbidden shape of her hips. My favorite sister. The one my parents had unknowingly delivered me to when they left me among the saints.I caught her eye and gave her a single blink. Then I raised two fingers in a small, private chapel of a gesture. She nodded once, almost imperceptibly, before retu

I used one hand to yank my pants down, letting my cock spring free and stretch upward, heavy and throbbing for her.My gaze dropped and a dark, satisfied smirk curved my lips. She wasn’t wearing any panties at all.“Bad girl, huh,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire. “You came to my desk like this? You wanted this too?”She braced both hands flat against the wall, back arching so beautifully for me, and looked down on me with eyes dark and pleading.“Mess me up, Sir… please.”“You don’t need to tell me.”My cock targeted her cunt, teasing at first. Then bang! That was the sound from her slapping her ass on the wall.“Oh…!” She moaned. She wrapped her legs on me, her hands shoved down her shirt. As though she read my mind, she let her breast free.The sound her ass made on the wall made my cock banging in and out of her dry pussy.“You don’t get wet, Anita?”She wrapped her hands on my head. “My… nipples… makes me wet.” she said. A surge of cum rushed up my spine.“Oh God!” I m

“What’s the meaning of this, Anita?” I said, still pounding deep into Maya.“I heard noises… so...” “Get back to your room, now!” I snapped.My 22-year-old sister glared at me. Just as I started to turn toward Maya, my eyes fell on her nakedness — flushed skin, parted lips, body still trembling under me.Anita’s voice cut through the room, low and deliberate. “It’s actually been a long time since you made me feel like a woman,” she said, then gave Maya a scornful look. “You know I do it better than anyone else.”She didn’t move. She just stood there in the doorway, arms loosely crossed under her chest, watching the way Maya’s legs were still spread around my hips. The air in the room felt heavier with every second she refused to leave.Maya’s fingers tightened on my arms. “Jake…” she whispered, voice small. “Tell her to go.”I didn’t answer right away. My body was still buried inside her, still throbbing, but my eyes were locked on my sister. Anita’s gaze dropped deliberately