All Chapters of DELIGHT ME: UNFORGETTABLE STORIES : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Vivian’s pov“Robert, please, just let me leave before this gets any worse,” I started, but the words died in my throat when a sharp knock hit the door hard enough to make me jump.Daniel’s voice came through clear and casual from the other side.“Dad? Are you free for a quick word? I was downstairs in the lobby and figured I’d swing up real quick before I head back.”My heart stopped cold. Every drop of blood in my body seemed to freeze and then rush straight between my legs at the same time. Robert’s eyes locked on mine instantly. No panic on his face, just that same steady control he always had. He lifted one hand and pointed silently toward the private washroom door to the left of his desk, then toward the tall cabinet against the far wall. I chose the cabinet because it was closer. I slipped behind it fast, back pressed flat to the wall, the narrow space forcing my chest to rise and fall in short shallow breaths. My skirt rode up a little fro

Vivian’s pov“Don’t,” I said, but the word came out weak and I did not step back when Robert moved.He took one step toward me, then another, closing the last of the space between us until the heat of his body hit me full on. The months of stolen looks, the deliberate way he had touched me every visit, the secrets I had kept, the fear of almost getting caught behind that cabinet, everything collided at once inside my chest. My control snapped clean in half. I stopped fighting what I had wanted since the first time his hand stayed too long on my hip and made my pussy get wet.His mouth crashed onto mine hard. I opened for him immediately, tongue meeting him, tasting him while my hands grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer. He pushed me back against the edge of the desk, one hand already under my skirt, shoving the fabric up roughly until his fingers found the soaked lace between my legs.“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled against my mout

Vivian’s pov“Just get to the car and get the fuck out of here,” I muttered under my breath as I walked through the underground garage, heels clicking too loud on the concrete every single step.Every movement sent another slow thick trickle of Robert’s cum down the inside of my thigh. The panties I had pulled back on in his office were already ruined again, cold and sticky and stuck to my sore pussy. I could still feel the stretch from how hard and deep he had fucked me over that desk. My clit throbbed in time with my heartbeat. My nipples scraped against the lace of my bra with every breath, still swollen and sensitive from his mouth and teeth. The smell of sex clung to my skin under my clothes.I found my car, unlocked it with shaking fingers, and dropped into the driver’s seat like my legs had finally given out completely. I shut the door hard and just sat there with both hands locked on the wheel, staring at the concrete wall in front of me. The parking garage was quiet an

Alex’s povThe afternoon light cut through the half-closed blinds and landed right across the couch where I sat with a half-empty bottle of whiskey already sweating in my hand. Julian’s place always smelled like clean laundry and that expensive cologne he wore, and right now the quiet of it pressed in on me harder than the breakup did. My phone buzzed again on the cushion beside me. I already knew who it was before I looked.“She really just said it,” I muttered, unlocking the screen. “Moved on already. Three days and she’s posting pictures with some new guy’s arm around her. Three fucking days.”Julian sat at the other end of the couch, legs spread, one ankle resting on his knee like he had all the time in the world. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched me tip the bottle back and swallow another long burn. His eyes stayed steady on my face.“Women are complicated as hell,” I kept going, voice getting louder the more the whiskey settled in. “Always wanting something you ca

Alex’s povNight had settled fully over the apartment by the time Julian decided he was done letting me set the pace. He stood up from the couch, cock still hard and wet from where we had been rubbing together, and looked down at me with that same calm expression he always wore.“On your knees,” he said. Not loud. Just firm.My mouth opened to argue but the words stuck. The whiskey still burned in my blood and my cock was aching, and something about the way he said it made my legs move before my head caught up. I slid off the couch onto the floor, knees hitting the rug, face level with his thick cock. It looked even bigger this close, heavy and flushed, the head shiny.“I’m not gay,” I muttered, staring at it. “This is still just—”“Open your mouth,” Julian cut in, voice low. He took the base in one hand and guided the head to my lips. “Slow. Just like that. Tongue first.”I opened it. The head pushed past my lips and the taste of him hit my tongue,