Midnight Pleasures: 30 Shades Of Steamy Stories

Two fingers plunged into my pussy, fast and relentless.

"Ah ahh! Fuck...!" I gasped, my body jerking.

His mouth stayed latched to my breast, tongue swirling, sucking hard.

"Mm, ngh, yes... don't stop-"

My hips rocked against his hand, desperate, aching.

"God, right there ahh!"

He curled his fingers just right, and I shattered with a cry.

We heard the door creak open. My heart stopped but he didn't.

He shoved me into the bathroom, turned the tap on full blast to drown the sounds, and lifted me effortlessly.

My legs wrapped around his waist as he pulled out his cock and thrust into me in one hard stroke.

"Ahh, fuck!" I growled, clinging to him.

He slammed into me, deep and rough. "Can you take it?" he whispered darkly.

"Don't stop," I moaned, barely able to breathe.

"Tarrr! Pahhh!" Skin on skin, my ass slapped his thighs.

"Sweetheart?" my mom called.

"I'm... ahh... just helping him!" I cried, breathless.

His hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my next moan as he kept driving into me, harder, deeper.

The water roared behind us, masking the filthy sounds of our bodies colliding, slap, slap, slap.

"Keep quiet," he growled in my ear, his breath hot. "You don't want her to hear, do you?"

I shook my head, eyes rolling back as he hit that spot again.

Outside the door, my mom paused. "Okay... I'll be in the kitchen."

The sound of her footsteps faded.

He smirked, pulled his hand away, and fucked me even harder.

"F-fuck-!" I whimpered. "Don't stop..."

He gripped my thighs tighter, holding me against the wall like I weighed nothing, his cock still buried deep inside me.

"Want me to stop?" he murmured, voice hoarse.

I shook my head, breathless. "No. Fuck me."

And he did.

He drove into me hard, fast, relentless. My back slammed against the cold tiles with every thrust, the sting only making it better.

His hips snapped forward, thick and deep, stretching me so wide I could barely take it but I wanted more.

The water pounded down like a storm, soaking our bodies, steam fogging up the mirror. I clawed at his back, biting his shoulder to keep from screaming.

He groaned, rough and low, then pulled out just enough to slam back in, making me cry out again.

"Say it," he hissed. "Say this pussy's mine."

"It's yours," I gasped. "Fuck, yes it's all yours!"

He growled and drove deeper, angling his hips until I was a writhing mess in his arms.

The pressure built, heat coiling in my core as he devoured my mouth in a kiss that was all tongue, teeth, and lust. I was shaking, undone.

Then he slammed in and stilled, pulsing thick and hard inside me.

I came apart with a cry, body trembling violently, legs locked tight around his waist as the orgasm tore through me.

We stayed like that, breathing hard, still connected, the faucet still running as if trying to wash away our sins. But we both knew there was nothing clean about this.

I was exhausted, no one had ever left me this weak, this wrecked.

"Bend," he commanded, voice thick with authority.

I obeyed, breath hitching. I'd asked for this. I wanted it. And I wasn't about to run now.

From behind, he pushed into me with his cockw, and I cried out loud, unfiltered. The sound echoed, sharp and reckless.

"Is everything alright in there?" my mom called through the door.

Panic flared, but he didn't stop. His rhythm didn't falter. One hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back; the other seized my breast, fingers rough, claiming every part of me.

"Say something," he whispered darkly in my ear, still thrusting deep. "Or let her figure it out."

I gasped, mouth parted, the words barely forming.

"Just moving some boxes!" I lied, my voice strangled by moans.

His laugh was low, wicked. And then he drove in harder, punishing me for lying so badly. My knees nearly gave out.

"I should make you scream louder," he said against my neck. "Let her know exactly what I'm doing to you."

And God help me, I didn't even care.

"I'm cumming!" I cried out, voice ragged, and my body trembled as I released around him.

The slick heat between us only made his thrusts smoother, deeper. He groaned but didn't stop, didn't slow.

He wasn't even close to his climax. He drove me crazy like a machine.

My legs shook. I clung to the sink, barely able to hold myself up as his hips kept pounding into me, relentless and punishing.

My vision blurred, breath coming in short, broken gasps.

"I... can't..." I whispered, eyes fluttering half-closed.

But he didn't let up.

He gripped my hips tighter, fucking me like he owned me, like I was the only thing that mattered.

"Suck," he growled, pulling out of me, still thick and glistening.

I turned still on my knees without hesitation, taking him into my mouth, lips wrapping around the head as I sucked eagerly, hungrily.

My tongue teased the tip before I slid deeper, one hand cradling his shaft while the other massaged his balls.

"Oh fuck... Are you a pornstar?" he breathed, watching me through heavy eyes as I worked him like I'd been made for it.

I looked up, lips wrapped around him like candy, moaning softly as I sucked him deeper.

His body jerked. He grunted. And then he came, hot, thick, and hard down my throat.

"Swallow," he ordered.

I obeyed, taking every last drop.

When it was over, I sank to the floor, breathless, my body trembling and spent.

I didn't even try to move. I just laid there, used, satisfied, and completely undone.

"I'll be expecting you in my office tomorrow," he said, tucking himself back in with maddening calm. "I have some things to show you."

That smirk, cocky, was the last thing I saw before he opened the door and slipped out like nothing had happened.

And I just lay there.

Naked. Spent. Completely helpless.

My body ached, my lips swollen, my thighs still trembling from the way he'd owned every inch of me.

The sound of the faucet still running was the only thing that grounded me. I didn't even try to move.

Because I knew... tomorrow, it would begin all over again.