Todos los capítulos de On Your Knees: Short Stories : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

He looked so restrained, jaw tight, hands clenched like he was fighting every instinct. But who am I? I’m Bella. He will surely give in.I kept fingering my dripping pussy slowly, eyes locked on his, moaning softly. “It’s okay, Mr. Brandy… you can look. You can touch. I know you want to.”He stepped closer, breathing heavy, eyes glued to my bare tits and the way my fingers slid in and out. “Bella… we shouldn’t. Fuck, you’re so wet.”I spread my legs wider, pulling my fingers out to show him how they glistened. “Then why is your cock so hard for me, Coach? Come here. Please taste how sweet I am.”He groaned, restraint cracking as he dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands grabbed my thighs, spreading them further, and he buried his face between my legs, licking and sucking my pussy like a starving man.I moaned loudly, fingers in his hair, grinding against his eager tongue. “That’s it… eat my pussy, Mr. Brandy. I knew you’d give in. No one resists Bella.”His tongue plunged deep

~SadieGarret stared down at me, his chest heaving under his white dress shirt, his large hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. For a long, dangerous second, the heavy silence in the room stretched so taut it felt like it would snap."Get out," he spat, his voice dropping into a low, lethal whisper that sent a cold shiver straight down my spine. "Put your clothes on and get the fuck out of my house before I lead you on your way out of this world."I didn't flinch. I sat there on the edge of his bed, naked and completely unbothered, letting my eyes slowly trail down his broad, hardened frame."I'm going," I said softly, standing up with unhurried grace. "But don't act like this is over, Garret. You can yell all you want, but you know as well as I do that you'll be thinking about last night every single time you look at me."I reached down, picking up my torn crimson dress and my shredded lace panties from the hardwood floor.I didn't bother trying to put them on, they were com

~BellaI stepped onto the sunlit field, my sneakers digging into the freshly cut grass, body still warm from what I’d just done to Hannah in the locker room.My skirt swayed with every stride, my cropped top clinging tightly to my breasts as I blew a bubble with my gum, popping it casually.Coach Brandy was standing near the bench, clipboard in hand, barking instructions at the forward players. The second his dark eyes landed on me, his harsh voice stumbled over a word before he quickly cleared his throat and adjusted his collar.He was trying so hard to play the tough, untouchable coach again. But I could see the faint dark circles under his eyes and the subtle tension in his jaw, the glorious lingering marks of a man who’d been drained completely on his own desk less than twenty-four hours ago."Bella," he called out, his tone forced and clipped as I approached. "You’re late for practice.""Apologies, Coach," I purred softly, stepping close enough for him to catch the faint scent

~SadieGarret leaned down, scooped my limp, exhausted body up into his broad arms, and carried me directly into the spacious walk in shower. He turned the valve, and a warm, rushing torrent of water cascaded down from the overhead rain shower head, washing away the sweat, slick, and stray droplets of blood clinging to our skin.Instead of setting me down, Garret lifted me higher, hauling my weight effortlessly until my thighs were wrapped tightly around his neck and shoulders. He supported my rear with his heavy, calloused hands, keeping me suspended right under the pounding spray.Before I could even blink, he buried his face straight between my widely parted legs."Ah! Garret!" I shrieked, my voice echoing off the wet glass walls.His tongue plunged deep inside my raw, dripping center, flicking, rolling, and digging like he was trying to drag the absolute soul out of me. The sensation was overwhelming. I tangled both my hands into his soaked hair, pulling him closer as his tongue

~SadieIt had been seven full days since I last left my room. Seven days of lying in bed, nursing deep bruises, sore muscles, and a body that felt like it had been completely shattered and reassembled. I had lied to my mother, telling her I took a nasty spill off my power bike on my way to the corner store. She bought it, fussing over me with ice packs and hot tea while I lay under the covers, secretly relishing the lingering, agonizing ache between my thighs.As the days bled together and my strength slowly returned, my addiction to Garret only grew worse. We couldn't risk meeting in person while I was supposed to be recovering, but that didn't stop us. Every single midnight, when the house went completely dead silent, I would dial his private line on an encrypted video call.I’d set my phone up on the pillow, spread my legs wide under the dim glow of my screen, and force that ruthless billionaire to watch me slide my fingers deep into my wet heat, sobbing his name into the quiet