Lahat ng Kabanata ng 365 Days Of Pleasure: Please Me!: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

I like that sound. Gives my stomach the tingling sensations as the butterflies run wild and out of control. There’s a sense of pride that comes with it. That I’m responsible for that reaction. Wish that sound will enter my ears again. Gets me dripping wet down below. And there’s one thing that’s so admirable about him. That even though he knows that he could flip the tables and put himself in control, he’s holding back, viably clenching his fists, trying his hardest to give me the satisfaction of being in control. Nothing can help my situation now, especially not with with my nerves going rampant in my guts. I’m smitten and my brain isn’t exactly functioning properly anymore from how gently his fingers thread through my hair and slowly push my mouth down on his throbbing cock. My lips clasp around the pink cap, the salty taste of cum coating my tastebuds. I let my teeth graze the skin of his dick, as my mouth swallows down his length. “Ahhh—fuck. Your mouth is so hot”, he pa

I give him a quick glance, eyes narrowed and face twisted into one of the most disgusted looks I’ve ever had or ever given to anyone. “Just take me home already”, I mumble, hands crossed over my chest, the gesture a clear sign that I’m impatient and he needs to hurry up if he doesn’t want me flipping things over. Eyes boring holes into him, I dare him to make a comment, to smirk, to do anything that might push me over the edge. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of gloating over the intimate details of my dream, of seeing the vulnerability. The vulnerability that he's somehow managed to expose. It's a petty move, but I'm determined to match his nonchalant energy, which is slowly, insidiously getting under my skin. But he raises a brow, deciding to end the matter in silence before it brews into something else he wouldn’t want to entertain. I bite the inside of my cheeks, struggling to stifle a laugh as my gaze falls on Luca's ridiculous footwear. He's wearing oversiz

“You!”, he orders, finger pointed at someone in a directionless manner. Heads turn, eyes drifting away from his stout build towards whoever his call is directed at. They murmur their thoughts, no one comes up. It’s absolute chaos, giving how no one’s unable to crack the coordinates. “Oh scratch that!”, he mumbles, flipping the pages of his stack of papers over. He adjusts his glasses on his nose bridge, eyes swiping across the paper in concentration. Then he looks up. “The one named Stella Graham!”, his voice echoes throughout the room. Echoes through me as my heart skips a few beats forward. His gaze sweeps through the crowd, expecting a response or at least a raised hand. Welp! Their eyes are on me. It’s suddenly hard to breathe. Heck, my head feels fuzzy, I could fall on my knees any moment from now. It feels heavy how fast the atmosphere changes, feels suffocating since the attention is on me. “Ah, so it’s you. You’re a pretty one”, he mumbles to himself. The wo

3RD PERSON’s POV “You’re late” Is the first thing Luca says once the door to the police car slams shut after the preying man from earlier. He looks out of the window, his face full of regret. But his eyes cackle with a fire that simmers underneath his dark orbs, an indication that he has no remorse for his shameful behavior and will attempt it, if not now, then later. “And I would’ve handled this a lot better than you did” Although his arms are crossed over his chest, a scowl painted on his handsome features, there’s the undeniable fact that he was concerned about Stella’s well being. Would make it his task to whisper a few words of gratitude to the lady behind the reception desk, for her quick thinking. And maybe even slip a few bucks into her palm when he goes for a handshake. Otherwise, the scene would’ve been bloody painful to look at. He didn’t like it when people tried messing with his.. His…mistress? Lover? Would he call it love? Well, he certainly knows that he’

I lay in bed, drowned in my sheets, legs curled up to my chest, struggling to unhear Luca’s ordeal in the bathroom. His guttural groan when he finally spills over, letting his seeds spray onto the tiled floor, swept away by the running shower has me trembling uncontrollably behind the closed door. There’s no way I wouldn’t be overwhelmed hearing him moaning my name softly as he pumps himself to a well-deserved climax. I didn’t know it but my hand had traveled into my pants and before long, I found myself rubbing my clit in sync with his own movements. There’s a voice at the back of my head, a warning, that if I reach too deep into the temptation, it’ll be hard to pull myself away. Better to stop when I still had some self control left. But have I ever listened to anyone? Until my legs almost gave out under me, I didn’t stop running my fingers up and down my oozing cunt. “Damn you, Luca”, I whispered, as my climax took a hold of my insides, a sweet pleasurable kn