บททั้งหมดของ Secrets of Desire: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

I barely slept after he dropped me off, all I could think about was the way his fingers had felt inside me, the way he’d sucked my nipples until they throbbed, the taste of his cum still lingering on my tongue. By the next evening, I already had my overnight bag packed with two hoodies, one pair of panties—which I knew wouldn’t stay on for long, and the rose vibrator he loved watching me use.He pulled up at 8 p.m. sharp, I slipped out of the dorm quietly, heart racing, pussy already wet just from the sight of his Jeep. The second I climbed in, he grabbed my thigh, slid his hand straight under my skirt, and found me bare.“No panties tonight?” he murmured, smirking.“It’s better this way,” I whispered with a wink.He groaned, started the engine, and didn’t even wait until we were at the campus gate before his fingers were inside me again. The drive to his off-campus house took twenty-five minutes.He used every single one of them. My seat reclined all the way back, skirt bunched aroun

I still don’t know how I ended up pressed against the inside of the bridal-suite door with Mike’s hand already halfway up my thigh, but God, the second his mouth crashed into mine I stopped caring about anything that made sense.It was supposed to be a polite “hey, good luck today” moment, that’s all. I’d seen him in the hotel corridor on my way to do my hair and makeup— Mike's my ex, the one I hadn’t touched in almost three years. He looked stupidly good in a black suit that pulled tight across his shoulders the way it always used to. He’d smiled that crooked half-smile, said, “You look insane, Cara,” and I’d laughed, because what else do you do when the man who used to fuck you hard and crazy is standing there 50 minutes before you marry someone else?Then somehow we were alone in the bridal suite because my bridesmaids had all scattered to find bobby pins and some accessories. The door clicked shut behind us and the room smelled like hairspray and white roses and that cologne he al

I woke up aching everywhere, especially between my legs, my pussy was swollen and throbbing like a heartbeat. The sheets were twisted around my waist, the room hot and thick with the smell of last night’s sex. Mason was already very close to me, mouth on my neck, hand shoved between my thighs, his finger circled my clit slowly, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine.“Fuck, baby,” he rasped against my skin, voice rough. “Still so fucking tight after I opened you up. Listen to how wet you are for me.”The slick sound of his finger rubbing up and down my slit was loud in the quiet morning. I cried out, back arching hard, legs falling open on their own. I was sore, yeah, God, it hurt, but the burn just made me wetter.“Mason—” I choked, my nails digging into his arm. He pulled his hand free and shoved those fingers straight into my mouth. I tasted myself, sharp and filthy, and moaned around them like a slut.“Condom?” he growled.“Fuck the condom,” I panted. “I’ll take the pill. I want

I was still trembling, thighs slick with his first load, when we stumbled into the bathroom. The fight felt like it had happened years ago, all that remained was the ache in my pussy and the sticky mess sliding out of me with every step.He flicked the light on, then kicked the door shut behind us. The mirror fogged instantly from the heat rolling off our bodies. He didn’t wait for the water to warm, he just twisted the handle all the way to hot, grabbed me by the waist, and shoved me under the first icy blast.I yelped, the shock of cold water hitting my overheated skin like needles, nipples tightening to painful points. “You fucking—” I started, but he cut me off by slamming me chest-first against the tile, one huge hand splayed between my shoulder blades, pinning me flat.“Watch that mouth,” he growled against my ear, kicking my feet wide. Cold water poured down my back, over my ass, between my legs, mixing with the cum still leaking from my pussy. “Or I’ll fuck it shut again.”I m

We didn't wait five minutes, we couldn't. He shut the water off, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me out of the shower still dripping. The air felt cold on my still wet skin, my nipples ached, they were so hard. I barely had time to catch my breath before he spun me around, shoved me face-down onto the thick rug at the foot of the bed, and kicked my knees apart.I landed with a soft thud, cheek pressed to the rug, ass in the air. The fibers scratched my tits and stomach, but I didn’t care. I was already pushing back, begging with my body.“Stay right there,” he growled. I heard him behind me, the wet slap of his hand stroking his cock back to full hardness, fast and rough. “Don’t you dare move.”I whimpered into the rug, spreading my thighs wider, showing him everything, my swollen lips, his cum still leaking from my hole, clit peeking out, desperate. The room smelled like sex and the mixture of both our deodorants.He dropped to his knees behind me, grabbed my hips hard enough to leave