Lahat ng Kabanata ng Whispers After Dark: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The silk of his tie was still warm from his neck as he knotted it firmly over my eyes, plunging the world into velvet darkness. My back pressed against the cool expanse of the floor-to-ceiling window in his corner office, the city lights of Chicago glittering far below like scattered diamonds. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. We were forty-three floors up, and anyone with binoculars or a drone could be watching. Or so I thought. “Kai,” I whispered, my voice already shaking. “Someone might—” His mouth crashed down on mine before I could finish, the taste of him flooded my senses. One large hand pinned my wrists above my head against the glass while the other shoved my pencil skirt up around my waist in one rough motion. Cool air kissed my bare thighs and the soaked lace of my thong. “You talk too much when you’re nervous, Elara,” he growled against my lips. His fingers hooked into the delicate fabric and ripped it aside, not bothering to take it off. “Tonight

My body felt boneless as I slumped against Kai’s chest on the couch, his cock still buried deep inside me, softening slowly while his cum leaked out around our joined bodies. My thighs trembled from the effort of riding him, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. I could barely lift my head, but he wasn’t done. Not even close. He kissed my damp forehead, then gripped my chin, forcing my gaze to his. Those dark eyes burned with unrelenting hunger. “You think that was enough?” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “I’ve waited months for this, Elara. Tonight you’re going to take everything I give you.” Before I could respond, he lifted me off his lap, his cum dripping down my legs as he stood. I swayed on my heels, but he steadied me with strong hands on my waist. He stripped the rest of my clothes off efficiently, leaving me completely naked except for my black stilettos. The cool office air kissed my overheated skin, making my nipples tighten into hard peaks. “Leave the shoes on

I lay curled against Kai’s chest on the wide leather couch, my body a map of sweet aches and drying sweat. Every breath reminded me of how thoroughly he’d claimed me, my pussy was swollen and leaking, my ass still tingling from his cock, my nipples sore from his teeth and fingers. The jeweled plug had been removed, but the memory of that forbidden fullness lingered. I should have been finished, I was finished. And yet, when his fingers trailed down my spine and dipped between my cheeks again, a fresh shiver of need rippled through me. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, voice husky in the dim glow of the city lights. He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Still want more, don’t you?” I hated how easily he read me. I hated how right he was. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice raw from hours of screaming. “I shouldn’t… but I do.” A dark, triumphant smile curved his lips. He kissed me slowly, deeply, like he had all the time in the world, even though the sky outside was beginning

“I… I can explain—” I stammered, my voice cracking. My fingers were still buried deep inside my dripping pussy, my thighs trembling from the intense orgasm I’d just had moaning his name. “Don’t. You. Dare. Stop.” He repeated. He took another step into my bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him with a soft click. “Finish what you started, Sara. I want to watch.” Shame flooded my cheeks, but my body responded instantly. My pussy clenched hard around my fingers at the authority in his tone. Slowly, I began moving again, sliding my fingers in and out of my soaked folds while he watched. The wet, filthy sounds filled the room, even louder now that the only other noise was his heavy breathing and the faint sound from the video of his gym grunt still playing on my phone. Richard’s jaw flexed. He reached over and picked up my phone, turning the volume up so his own deep grunts and heavy breaths played clearly. Then he set it on the nightstand and crossed his arms, the muscles in his bi

I woke up in Richard’s bed the next morning to the feeling of his mouth between my legs. My eyes fluttered open with a gasp. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, and there he was, my extremely hot thirty-two-year-old stepfather, naked and kneeling between my spread thighs, devouring my pussy like it was his breakfast. His dark hair was tousled from sleep, strong hands holding my hips down as his tongue licked long, slow stripes from my entrance to my clit. “Richard—fuck—” I moaned, my voice hoarse from m screams. He looked up at me, his eyes gleaming with wicked hunger, his chin already shiny with my juices. “Morning, baby girl. Your pussy was so wet and full of my cum I couldn’t resist.” He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them perfectly while sucking hard on my clit. I came within seconds, back arching off the mattress, thighs clamping around his head as I cried out his name. He didn’t stop, he kept licking me through every shudder until I was trembling and oversensitive