All Chapters of Her Dirty Pleasures: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ruth's POVMy sister is passed out drunk in the next room and I'm standing in the doorway of her fiancé's bedroom because I want to fuck him.The pre-wedding party ended an hour ago. Adrienne — my younger sister, the bride — drank herself into a champagne coma by eleven and her bridesmaids dragged her to bed. I should be in there with her, watching her and being a good maid of honor. Instead, I'm in the hallway, staring at Daniel Kerr through an open door.My feet are carrying me toward him like they've been rehearsing this walk for two years.I noticed him before she did at ahouse party, two years ago. Chestnut brown hair, gray eyes, a jaw that made me forget my own name from across the room. I was walking toward him when Adrienne slid past me, and wrapped around his arm. By the time I reached the spot, she was already giving him her number.Six months ago, I saw something I wasn't supposed to see. The bathroom door at Adrienne's apartment, not fully closed, and Daniel stepping out o

Ruth’s POVDaniel pushes back inside me, and my pussy swallows his cock like it’s been starving.My back hits the mattress and his hips snap forward. The moan that leaves my mouth is loud enough that Cole clamps his hand over my lips from beside the bed.“Careful, gorgeous,” Cole says, grinning down at me while Daniel fucks me into the mattress. “Your sister’s a light sleeper when she’s hungover.”I should care, but Daniel’s cock is hitting a spot that’s turning my brain to static, and caring about anything other than the next thrust is physically impossible.He hooks my legs over his shoulders and folds me in half and drives deeper. My eyes roll so far back I see the inside of my own skull.Cole moves to my head and feeds me his cock across the pillow, and I take him because my mouth is empty and I don’t want any part of me empty right now.I’m being spitroasted on the groomsmen’s bed with my sister’s snoring coming through the wall, while my hands are searching for something to hold

Nora's POVA flashlight beam sweeps across the bookshelf six inches from my face, and the blood in my body goes cold.I’m crouched between two shelves in the back corner of the university library. The library closed at midnight. It is now 3 am.I’ve been doing this every finals week since sophomore year — hiding in the back stacks until they lock up, studying in the kind of silence you can’t get anywhere else on campus. I have never once been caught.Until tonight.The flashlight finds me. I throw my hand up to block the glare and squint into the beam. My jaw drops instantly.The man holding it is not the old security guard who usually patrols. That guy is sixty and already half-asleep by 1 am. This man is young, probably late twenties, and the first thing my brain registers is that his uniform shirt is tight across his shoulders and chest.He has dark hair, a face that belongs on a magazine cover, and eyes that are assessing me with an expression that is not friendly.“Library closed

Nora’s POVI sink down onto his cock with my back against his chest and the reading chair groans under both our weight.The angle is completely different from the bookshelf. He’s deeper this way — impossibly deep — and the curve of his cock presses against a spot inside me that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.My knees come up toward my chest, my feet bracing on the edges of the chair’s seat, and I’m spread open.“Fuck,” I gasp, my head dropping back against his shoulder. “You’re so deep like this. I can feel you in my stomach.”“Good,” he says against my ear, his arm wrapping around me, and his hand closing over my left breast.He squeezes hard and rolls my nipple between his fingers and the sharp sting makes me clench around him so tight that he grunts. “I want you to feel me for a week. Every time you sit in this library and open a textbook, I want you to remember this chair and what I did to you in it.”“You’re ruining my study spot,” I pant, and I feel his chest vibrat

Jessica’s POV"Fuck, she's full of the president's cum and still gripping me like a fist," Diesel says to the room, slamming into me, his tattooed hands bruising my thighs. "This pussy doesn't quit. Axe filled her up and she's still hungry." He spanks my clit with his open hand while his cock is buried inside me and the slap against my swollen skin makes me scream and my walls clamp around him so tight he groans. "Hear that? Spank her clit and she gets tighter. This girl is wired for pain.""It's too much," I gasp, my back arching off the counter. "Diesel, your cock is hitting something, I can't—""That's my cock finding the spot Axe opened up for me." He slams deep and grinds and my eyes roll. "Say thank you to our leader for stretching you out."He spits in my mouth. I swallow it and my pussy grips his cock harder.My face burns because my body is responding to degradation like it's praise."She swallowed my spit and got tighter," he announces. "Boys, this one likes being treate