AFTER HOURS의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

Jordan“I will break you.” Kyle licks up my stubble-covered cheek. “And like it.”A moan gets caught in my throat and precum dampens my boxer briefs. Fuck. I’m painfully hard.His fingers find my nipple and pinch it hard enough to make my body bow around it, but he doesn’t ease up. I drop my head back on my shoulders, breathing through the pain.Kyle’s other hand grabs my chin and turns my face away from him. He buries his face in my neck and inhales deeply for a moment. I want to touch him, but I don’t want this to end.My dick aches for attention but I don’t move. I have a feeling he needs as much control as he can get after the shit show that was tonight’s dinner.And honestly, I want him to use me. No one has ever given me what I really crave, but Kyle is dark enough to do it. There’s a part of him that wants to cause pain, wants to take and use and hurt.Kyle’s teeth sink into the flesh of my neck and I groan.My knees go weak and I reach for his arms to hold on to. I need him

JAMIE R-rated content 🍆🥵💦 “If we were still together,” he says quickly, “and we were here in these ruins, what kind of game do you think we’d play?” My caged shaft gives an almighty kick as my pulse thunders through my veins. It’s like he’s just put his fingers in my mouth. Like he’s just sunk to his knees. A single question from him, and I’m undone. I swallow, my mind already swimming with every filthy thing I’ve ever dreamed of doing with him, with every fantasy I’ve had since making my vows. “I—I can think of a game we’d play,” I say. My voice is rough and rushed, because if I don’t say it all at once, right now when he’s looking me like that, then I’ll remember all the reasons I shouldn’t say it, all the reasons I should stop this. But it’s one thing to stop when you think you’re alone in wanting it, when you think you’re the only one with desire scorching up your thighs and searing the inside of your skin. It’s another thing entirely to stop when the man in front of

Brother James 🍆💦 The monk’s ex boyfriend wants to help him with the lust coursing through him and they fuck on the altar while using the prayer oil as lube 🥵🥵💦🍆 My cock is dripping now, the clear pre-cum that would taste like salt if either of us could taste it, like the actual salt of the earth. “You’d have to be careful,” he says, his voice low in my ear. “Maybe you’d need it again. And again. Maybe you’d need it every day. Maybe you wouldn’t be able to last a single night without having all this lust fucked right out of you.” “It’s too late to be careful,” I mumble between inhales, and I mean that in every possible way it can be meant. It’s too late, it’s too late, it’s too late. There’s only this, only now, only his fingers running up the center of me to find the place where I open. They are rough, insistent, just like a careless stranger’s or an angry ex-boyfriend’s would be. “You’re goddamn right about that,” he says, his voice as rough as his touch. “Hold sti

“Tell me you want it,” Kyran said then, thrusting three fingers in so hard that Ryder cried out from the pain, his wrist rattling the chain as he momentarily tried to pull himself free. He merely nipped at the rise of Ryder’s left ass cheek and ordered again, “Tell me. Say you want my fat cock to replace my fingers and fuck you like the filthy flower you are.” “What,” Ryder sucked in a breath, “the actual hell does that even mean?” Was the drug making his brain slower than before or did those words make no sense? “What’s a filthy flower?” “You are,” Kyrantold him, sounding far too pleased as he continued to work him with those fingers, the pace fast and punishing, as though he was getting off on the sight of his fingers disappearing into Ryder and wanted to see it over and over again. “Looks like there’s something else your mind can’t control, cadet. The way your ass is greedily sucking me down gives you away.” “It’s the drug, you garbage, rapist motherfucker!” Ryder actually st

Ryder, who thought the imperial prince would not want to have anything to do with him again after their first night together, has also been avoiding Kyran. Kyran does not like to be ignored and he follows Ryder back into the locker room to make his displeasure known. Ryder was in front of the mirror, checking himself out and he got red as soon as he saw Kyran behind him. Kyran’s face was red too, but not nearly as much. His chest was rising and falling quickly, the suit jacket stretched tout against his back. He looked sexy. “Tell me I look good, sweetheart,” he ordered, tearing his gaze off the mirror to meet Ryder’s eyes. His flower was pissed, but when he rubbed his thighs together, the bulge between his legs was obvious. He grabbed Ryder’s hair. “Tell me I look edible,” Kyran insisted, fingers tightening in Ryder’s hair. “You look,” he swallowed and looked like he’d rather swallow nails, “edible.” “Then be a good filthy fucking flower,” Kyran grinned, “and eat me up.”