Twisted Tales: A Collection of Short Love Story

my body. Darius had one hand at my hip pressing me flush against his body while the other

and he explored every nook and cranny of my mouth. Our tongues battled for dominance but I knew from the moment it started that it was a

d the hair at the base of his neck and he let out a groan deep in his chest. He pulled back so we could catch our

ng like that. Darius' lips were swollen and red and his eyes were a lustful haze. His erect

nds were running over my breasts through

s first," i

day he threw a pebble at my window. His eyes met mine and I made sure to let the sinceri

ithout the barrier of the fabric. I writhed against him as he grazed his teeth against my nipple and rocked my hips against his

ngerie bunched up around my waist leaving my pussy bare. He sat me directly over his hard length and I let

Darius,"

t you off the hook that easy

it and pulled it up and over my head. I could only imagine what he was seeing and embarrassment filled me

cking beautiful, Elena. He doesn't deserve you. I don't de

with the other. He was strong so although I was seated above him, there was nothing I could do. I was completel

ll them out of his grip and grab his face. The kiss was fierce and intense and his grip on my hip loosened enough that I began to

and pushed in one finger and I came immediately. I had never come that quickly or that hard from another man before him. He didn't stop, h

use I was nothing but a whimpering mess in his arms. I never thought it would be possible for me to h

to mind?" he asked and it took m

" I managed out

nciated his question with a sharp thrust of h

ck glistening and he brought it up to my lips. I wasted no time in taking his fingers into my mouth. I kept my eyes on him as I swir

it. There was a wet patch there and although my cheeks heated, I felt a sense of pride a

ered and I practical

in my life. Something about Darius felt right, maybe it was the roughness of his hands or the way he made

pletely soaked by now and I knew I would probably never look at it again without thinking of today. If I thought I was unhappy in m

ore but he brought out a different side of me. He stuck it in his pocket and began to work on the belt

t was one thing for him to see me, it was one thing

would always

egs for me, le

eing tortured by the sound that left his lips. He made his way over to the bed and climbed ove

ste you ba