Alle Kapitel von SIN-PHORIA: Secret Love Stories: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 46

NICHOLAS’ POV. For a few seconds, all I could hear was my own heartbeat slamming against my ribs as I sat there in the middle of the bed with the blanket bunched against my chest, the lube already turning tacky between my thighs, my hole still slick and twitching from my own finger. The mask was hot against my skin as sweat continued to gather at the edge of it and slid down my temple.Then I scraped together every bit of courage left in my body, shoved the humiliation somewhere deep down, and forced the terror back into my stomach where it belonged."Get out," I said. My voice shook, so I said it again, louder. "Get the fuck out of my room, Marshall."He didn't move.He stood in the doorway with his hand still curled around the knob, his broad chest rising and falling, his dark eyes fixed on me like I was a stain he had just discovered on his favorite shirt. The laptop glow carved shadows into the ridges of his stomach. He smelled like soap, sleep and something warmer underneath, a

NICHOLAS’ POV. “Yes, D-daddy—” The words rolled out of my mouth before I could think of stopping it. “Now, you're calling me Daddy, huh?” He grinned, his tone dark and amused.“No… I…” He cut me off. “I think you need to beg me more, slut.” My throat closed up."Beg for what?" I whispered."To cum." Marshall leaned back in the chair, spreading his knees wider, like a king who had just been handed a new toy. "Beg me to let you cum. Two thousand dollars is waiting on it. Or have you suddenly stopped needing money?"I hated him. I hated him so much my teeth ached. And my cock was rock-hard against my stomach, leaking onto my skin, a clear string already connecting the flushed head to my abs, as if it hadn't heard a single word of that hatred."Please," I forced out."Please what?""Please let me cum."He tilted his head. "Who are you asking?"The words got stuck. My lips trembled. On the screen, the chat was a waterfall of crying emojis and capital letters."…You," I breathed. "Pleas

NICHOLAS’ POV. Marshall’s cock was incredibly huge. Like… it was the biggest dick I’ve ever seen my whole life—on the screen while watching porn or physically. And no doubt it was easily ten inches. Damn. It was long and thick, so dark it was almost black against his palm, the shaft thick enough that his fingers couldn't fully close around it. The head was swollen and glistening under the water, flared and pink, the slit already wet. Thick veins ran along the monster length like cords under the skin, pulsing faintly with every slow stroke. His fist glided over it in restrained pulls, twisting gently at the top, dragging the foreskin down and then up again until the head emerged shiny and full. As his hand slid back down his cock, the weight made the whole length sway. It looked like something carved for sin or built to ruin someone.I couldn't look away.Then an idea struck me so hard it almost knocked me over.Leverage.He had my mother's number. He had my secret. And now, rig