Semua Bab Irresistible Sins (An erotica collection): Bab 1 - Bab 10

I spent the whole day nervous. Couldn’t focus on anything. Every time I sat down to read or scroll my phone, I remembered his fingers inside me. The way he called me a dirty little voyeur. The taste of myself on his skin.By eight-thirty I was a mess. I quickly showered and shaved, making sure everything looks smooth. Tried on three different outfits before settling on a simple black sundress, no bra, thin lace panties that were already damp just thinking about him. Hair down. A little lip gloss. Nothing fancy. Just easy to rip off, like he said.At nine sharp I knocked on his door.He opened it shirtless. Jeans low and unbuttoned. Tattoos dark against his skin. That smirk hit me like a slap.“On time,” he said. “Good girl.”He stepped aside. I walked in. His place smelled like clean soap and wood and a little bit of him, sweat and musk that made my thighs squeeze.Door shut.He didn’t waste time. Grabbed my wrist, pulled me straight to the living room. Same couch where he fucked that

I was still catching my breath when Jake flipped me onto my stomach. My face pressed into the pillow, ass up high, knees spread wide. Cum from before leaked slow down my inner thighs, sticky and warm. My pussy throbbed, oversensitive but already hungry again. Nipples scraped the sheets, hard and sore from all the sucking and biting.He knelt behind me. Big hands grabbed my ass cheeks, spread them wide. I felt so open. Exposed. His thumbs pulled me apart even more.“Look at this,” he said low. “Pussy all red and puffy. Still dripping my cum. And this tight little asshole winking at me.”I whimpered. Face hot. But I pushed back anyway. Wanted him to see. Wanted him to touch.He slapped my ass once, hard. The sting made me gasp. Then again on the other cheek. Left them burning.“You like that?” he asked. Voice rough.“Yes…”Another slap. Sharper. I moaned into the pillow.“Good girl. Keep that ass up.”I heard the lube bottle click open again. Cool drip right on my hole. Ran down to mix

I’d been interning at Kane Enterprises for two months, fetching coffee and filing reports, but it was his eyes that kept me up at night. Mr. Kane, tall, with that commanding presence, always lingered a beat too long on me during meetings. Today, as I bent to pick up a dropped pen, I felt his stare like a touch, heat pooling between my thighs. By 8 PM, the office was empty except for us.I stayed after hours because Mr. Kane texted: “My office. Now. Door locked behind you.” My heart beat faster as I slipped into his executive suite. I needed this job for my resume, but god, I craved whatever came next. The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but all I could focus on was him, tall, broad-shouldered, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, that dangerous smirk on his face.“Sit,” he commanded, pointing to the edge of his massive oak desk. My skirt rode up as I obeyed, thighs pressing together to hide how soaked my panties already were. I’d been wet since lunch, fantasizi

My legs were still shaking from the last orgasm when Mr. Kane finally stepped back, his cock hanging heavy between his thighs, still half-hard, glistening with our mixed cum and my slick. The office smelled like sex, sweat, pussy juice, and that thick, musky scent of his load leaking out of me.He grabbed my wrist and pulled me upright, my skirt falling back down but doing nothing to hide the mess running down my inner thighs. My thong was ruined, stretched, soaked, clinging uselessly to one side. He looked at me like I was his favorite new toy, eyes dark and hungry.“On the couch,” he ordered, nodding toward the leather sectional in the corner of his office. “Ass up, face down. Knees wide. I want that pretty little asshole presented.”My heart slammed against my ribs. I obeyed instantly, crawling onto the cool leather, arching my back so my ass lifted high. The position spread me open, pussy lips puffy and red, still dripping his cum, tight pucker winking in the dim light from the ci

My body was a trembling wreck, ass still fluttering from fingering myself open, pussy leaking fresh slick onto the leather, nipples aching like they’d been begging for attention all night. Mr. Kane’s eyes burned into me as he stood, cock thick and throbbing in his fist, precum dripping in a slow string to the floor.“On your back. Legs spread. Hands above your head.”I scrambled to obey, lying flat, wrists crossed over my head like I was offering myself up. He climbed onto the couch, straddling my waist, knees pinning my arms down so I couldn’t move. His heavy balls rested hot against my stomach, cock lying thick along my belly like a promise.“Time to finish what we started,” he rasped. “You’ve been a perfect little slut…fingering your own ass, cumming like a whore, tasting your dirty hole. Now I’m gonna wreck you completely.”He leaned down, mouth hovering over my left tit. My nipple was already peaked, dark and swollen, begging. He flicked his tongue once, light, teasing, then suck