บททั้งหมดของ EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Hesitation hit me for a second, handcuffs digging in, the risk of it all, but damn, he was fine, and that cock looked like it would have me cussin' out prayers. I parted my lips, tongue flicking out to taste the salty bead at the tip. He groaned, low and throaty, thrusting forward. I took him in, inch by inch, my mouth stretching around his girth. He was big, filling me up, the head bumping the back of my throat as he started to fuck my mouth.'Mmmph,' I moaned around him, the vibration making him hiss. Saliva dripped down my chin as he pumped, his hips snapping with controlled power. His free hand gripped my throat lightly, thumb pressing just enough to make me feel owned, heightening every sensation. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard, swirling my tongue along the underside. The thrill of it, the danger, the dominance... had me soaking through my panties.'Yeah, that's it, you nasty little bitch,' he growled, eyes locked on mine. 'Knew you had it in you. Deeper, boo. Take this bla

~Juniper's POV~ The hum of the spaceship's engines was a constant lullaby, vibrating through the sleek metal walls of the Odyssey. I, Juniper Martin, had been a space cadet for three years now, and this solo mission with Mario Russo felt like a dream assignment. Or maybe a nightmare waiting to happen. We were charting a new asteroid belt for the Earth Space Command, our urban inspired habitat pod mimicking a high-rise apartment in New York, complete with holographic windows showing starry vistas and a control station that looked like a futuristic cock-pit bar.Mario was my partner in every sense but the intimate one. Tall, broad shouldered, with that Italian olive skin and dark curls that begged to be tugged, he'd been my colleague since training. We'd shared bunks on long hauls, stolen glances during briefings, but never crossed that line. Not yet. I caught myself staring at his ass in those form-fitting flight suits more times than I could count, imagining what it'd feel like und

~Jennifer's POV~ I slammed my locker shut, the metal echoing down the empty hallway like a gunshot. Another shitty day at Westridge High, and it wasn't even lunch yet. My best friend Lisa had ditched me for some lame study group, and Mr. Hargrove's history class had me boiling over with boredom. I mean, who gives a fuck about the Industrial Revolution when you've got drama unfolding right in front of you? Some kid was cheating off my quiz, and when I called him out, loudly, Hargrove lost his shit. 'Jennifer! Principal's office. Now!' he'd barked, his face turning that weird shade of red that made him look like a tomato with glasses.I rolled my eyes as I trudged toward the admin wing, my sneakers squeaking on the polished linoleum. Unruly? Yeah, that's me. At nineteen, I was technically an adult, but still stuck in this hellhole finishing my senior year after that gap year screw-up. Long auburn hair tied in a messy ponytail, ripped jeans hugging my curves, and a tank top that show

The knob rattled again, a sharp twist that made my heart seize in my chest. Miguel's hand clamped tighter over my mouth, his cock still buried deep inside me, twitching with the need to move. I could feel every inch of him pulsing against my walls, the slick heat of our connection making it impossible to think straight. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and fierce, a silent command... ‘stay quiet.’ But the way he ground his hips forward, just a fraction, sent a jolt of pleasure through me that nearly broke my resolve.'Principal Castillo?' Mrs. Patel's voice came muffled through the door, polite but insistent. 'The superintendent's on his way early. Should I prepare the conference room?'Miguel swallowed hard, his free hand still gripping my thigh, fingers digging into my flesh like anchors. He thrust shallowly once, twice, the motion so subtle it was torture, teasing my clit with the base of his shaft while he composed himself. I bit down on his palm to stifle a whimper, my pussy cle

I growled, yanking the straps of her dress down. Her tits bounced free... no bra, just perfect, full globes with dark nipples begging to be sucked. I latched onto one, sucking hard, tongue flicking the peak. Salma arched, a gasp escaping her. 'Oh fuck, Charles, suck Mama's tits. Yeah, like that.'Her vulgar words ignited me. I bit down gently, nipping the sensitive flesh, then switched to the other breast, kneading the first. My free hand smacked her ass, firm, round, the dress riding up to expose lace panties. The slap echoed, and she yelped, grinding against my thigh. 'Harder, baby. Spank this fat ass.'I obliged, smacking again, feeling the jiggle under my palm. She was soaked already, I could smell her arousal. Pushing her back on the couch, I hiked her dress to her waist, ripping the panties aside. Her pussy was bare, lips swollen and glistening, clit peeking out. 'Spread for me, Salma. Let me see that wet cunt.'She did, legs wide, fingers parting her folds. 'You like? It's