All Chapters of Dark Drippy Desires: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 21: I Put His Cock In My Mouth First And He Called Me His Good Little Slut

I push him onto his back.He goes, surprised, and I swing my leg over his chest and sit up and look down at him and he looks up at me with those dark eyes and his cock is hard and thick against his stomach and I reach back and wrap my hand around it and stroke once and his hips lift off the bed."Lena...""Shh." I stroke again. "Let me."I swing off him and kneel between his thighs and he props himself on his elbows and watches me with his jaw tight and his chest heaving and I lower my head and lick a slow stripe from the base of his cock all the way to the tip and his whole body shudders."Fuck," he breathes.I do it again. And again. My tongue tracing every vein, slow and deliberate, learning him while he watches with his knuckles white against the sheets. Then I open my mouth and take the head of his cock in and suck and his elbows give out and he crashes back flat on the bed."Oh God." His hand finds my hair. Not pushing. Just holding. "Oh God, your mouth... your tongue... Gosh, Le

Chapter 22: My Best Friend's Husband Bent Me Over His Kitchen Counter While She Was Asleep Upstairs

Arc 9: StolenI know it's wrong.I've known it's wrong for two years, since the first time Marco looked at me across their dinner table and held eye contact three seconds too long and something low in my belly caught fire and refused to go out.Bianca is my best friend. Has been since college. She's upstairs right now, asleep, which is why I'm in her kitchen at one in the morning in just an oversized tee and underwear because I couldn't sleep and I thought a glass of water would help.Marco is at the counter.Also couldn't sleep apparently. Also in just sweatpants, sitting low on his hips, bare chest, dark hair a mess, and he looks up when I walk in and his eyes do the thing they always do. That slow drag. That thing he does when Bianca isn't looking.Bianca is not looking right now.She's asleep upstairs."Hey," he says quietly."Hey." I go to the cabinet. Get a glass. Fill it at the sink. I'm very aware of how short my tee is. Very aware that my underwear is thin and my nipples are

Chapter 23: Her Husband Fucked Me On Her Kitchen Counter

He fucks me slow at first.Devastatingly slow. Long deep strokes that drag every ridge of him across my walls and make my eyes roll back and my toes curl and I grab his shoulders and dig my nails in and he watches my face the whole time like he's been storing this image, this specific image, for two years and he intends to memorize every detail."You feel..." he starts."Don't talk," I breathe. "Just don't stop."He doesn't stop.His hands grip my hips and pull me onto every stroke and the marble counter is cold against my ass and his chest is warm against my front and he smells like sleep and something else, something that is just Marco, and I have wanted this exact thing for so long that the reality of it is almost too much to process.I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper and he groans quietly, so quietly, mindful, and his jaw is tight with the effort of staying controlled and quiet and I love that, love that I'm making him work for it."Harder," I breathe against his

Chapter 24: Morning Came And He Looked At Me Across The Breakfast Table Like He Wanted To Bend Me Over It Too

Bianca makes eggs in the morning.Humming. Cheerful. Hair up, robe on, completely and beautifully oblivious, and she puts a plate in front of Marco and a plate in front of me and sits across from us both and talks about the plans she has for the day, the market, the thing she wants to do with the garden, the dinner she's thinking about making.I eat my eggs.Marco drinks his coffee.His eyes find mine over the rim of his mug once. Just once. Dark and certain and carrying everything from last night in a single look, and I feel it between my thighs immediately, a pulse, a reminder, and I look back at my plate and focus very hard on my eggs."You sleep okay?" Bianca asks me."Eventually," I say. Completely true."The guest bed is terrible," she says, shaking her head at Marco. "I keep saying we need a new mattress.""It's fine," I say. "Really."Marco says nothing. Drinks his coffee. His foot finds mine under the table. Just rests there. Not moving. Just contact.I don't move mine away.

Chapter 25: She Climbed Into My Lap In Traffic And Rode Me Like We Weren't On A Public Highway

Arc 10: GridlockAarav's POV Forty-five minutes in gridlock and Priya has been squirming in the passenger seat for thirty of them.I notice everything. The way she keeps shifting her weight. The way her thighs press together and release. The way she stopped pretending to look at her phone twenty minutes ago and started looking at my hands on the steering wheel instead.We had a fight this morning. A bad one. The kind with raised voices and slammed doors and things said that sit in the chest like splinters. We made up in the parking lot before we got in the car, the way we always do, fast and incomplete, tension still humming underneath the apology like a live wire.The traffic hasn't moved in eight minutes."Priya," I say."Mm." She's looking at my hands again."Stop looking at me like that.""Like what?" She turns to face me and her skirt has ridden up her thighs and she doesn't fix it."Like you want to start something in the middle of the M25."She unbuckles her seatbelt.I grab he

Chapter 26: He Pulled Into A Layby And Fucked Me Over The Bonnet In The Rain

Priya's POV He finds a layby two miles up.Pulls in hard, engine still running, and before I've fully processed that we've stopped he's opened his door and pulled me out with him and walked me around to the front of the car and bent me over the bonnet.The metal is warm from the engine.It's started raining.I don't care even slightly."Aarav," I breathe."You started this," he says against the back of my neck. His hands push my skirt up over my hips and he looks at me bare from behind in the rain and makes a low hungry sound. "Look at you." His hand slides through me from behind, two fingers pushing straight inside me, finding me still slick and clenching from the orgasm I just had in his lap. "Still dripping.""I just came on your cock in moving traffic," I say. "What do you expect?""I expect," he says, curling his fingers and making my hips buck, "to return the favor properly." He pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock, pushing inside me from behind in one long stro

Chapter 27: I Booked A Deep Tissue Massage And Got Something Much Deeper

Arc 11: The Massage TableThe massage place is quiet.Soft lighting, warm oil smell, that specific silence that exists nowhere else except places designed specifically for bodies to be touched. I've been here three times before. Different therapist each time. Tonight the receptionist smiles and says Mikhail will be with me shortly and I nod and sit down and think nothing of it.Then Mikhail walks in.Six feet two of Eastern European absolutely nobody warned me about. Broad through the chest, forearms that belong on a sculpture, dark hair pushed back from a jaw that should be illegal in a professional setting. He smiles at me, professional and warm, and holds the door to the treatment room open and says: "Ms. Torres? I'm ready for you."I follow him in.The table is warmed. Low music. Dim light. He hands me the sheet and tells me to undress to my comfort level and leaves while I do it. I take everything off because I always take everything off, that's what the sheet is for, and I lie fa

Chapter 28: He Used His Oiled Hands And His Mouth On My Pussy And I Soaked The Entire Table

He pulls the stool to the end of the table and sits and hooks both my legs over his shoulders and looks at my pussy like it's something he's been wanting since I walked through the door and maybe he has.His hands are still oiled.He runs them up my inner thighs slowly, both thumbs tracing the crease where my thighs meet my core, and the warm slick pressure so close to where I need it makes my hips roll up chasing it."Please," I breathe."Please what?" His thumbs sweep closer. Not touching. Almost."Touch me," I say. "Mikhail, touch my pussy, please..."He parts me with both thumbs and looks at me open and glistening under the warm treatment room light and makes a sound low in his throat that goes directly into my bloodstream."Beautiful," he says quietly. Like it's not even for me. Like he's just saying what he sees.Then he lowers his head and licks through me slowly from bottom to top and my back arches completely off the table."Oh!" Both hands fly to his hair. "Oh God, yes..."H

Chapter 29: I Rode Him On His Stool And He Sucked My Nipples And Fingered My Ass And I Came Four Times

Arc 11: The Massage TableI roll my hips and he grabs me so hard I'll have bruises.Good. I want the bruises. I want to sit down tomorrow and feel exactly where his hands were.The stool is the perfect height, my feet flat on either side of him, thighs spread wide, and I ride him slow and deep, every downstroke taking him completely, every upstroke dragging him through every place inside me that matters. His cock reaches deep in this position, deeper than the table would have allowed, and every time I sink down his jaw tightens and his hips push up to meet me."You feel incredible," he grits out. "Katya, your pussy feels so...""Tell me," I breathe, riding him. "Tell me how it feels.""Tight," he says roughly. "So tight and so wet and so warm and so delicious, you're gripping me so hard...""Because you feel that good," I gasp. "Because your cock is..." I sink down hard and we both make sounds. "You fill me so perfectly..." He grabs my hips and pulls me down onto him hard and I cry ou

Chapter 30: My Boss Bent Me Over His Desk At Midnight And I Let Him

Arc 12: After HoursThe office is empty at midnight except for us.It's always us. That's the thing nobody tells you about working late with a man like Declan Hurst. You think you're staying because of the project deadline. You think he's staying because he's dedicated. And maybe that's true. Maybe the first six times it was exactly that simple.But tonight he called me into his office at eleven forty-five and closed the door and didn't say a single word about the project.He's at his desk, jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled up, and he's looking at me the way he's been not looking at me for three months. Like something he's made a decision about.My stomach drops.In the best possible way."Sit down, Nora," he says.I sit in the chair across from his desk. Cross my legs. Try to look like my heart isn't doing something embarrassing."You know why I asked you to stay?" "The Henderson file." "No." His eyes hold mine. Steady and dark and decided. "Not the Henderson file."The air conditio

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