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Chapter 15: Birthday wish
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The neighborhood barbecue is loud. Kids shrieking in the pool, dads arguing over whether charcoal beats gas, moms on their third margarita laughing at jokes that aren't funny. I'm sitting in a lawn chair with my legs crossed, wearing the red sundress I bought last week and haven't had the nerve to wear until today. I'm forty-two. Divorced two years. And for the first time since the papers were signed, I feel like something other than a failure. Caleb is at the grill, shirtless because it's ninety degrees and he doesn't give a damn what the neighbors think. Twenty-three. Tattooed arms slick with sweat, lean muscle moving under sun-browned skin. He's been redoing my backyard for the past month, always showing up early, staying late, finding excuses to take his shirt off when I'm watching from the kitchen window. I shouldn't be looking at him like this. My daughter is twenty-one. But I can't seem to stop. Today he's been watching me back. Every time I lean over the drink table, I fe
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“You’re trouble, Lauren,” he murmured, as we came together, my whimper soft, “Fuck, Richard,” our bodies trembling. Richard’s still buried inside me, cock twitching with aftershocks, when he growls against my neck, “We’re not finished.” He pulls out slow, letting me feel every inch drag through my swollen walls. A thick gush of cum immediately follows, dripping down my thighs onto the bathmat. “Look at that,” he mutters, voice dark. “Your married cunt can’t even keep my load in. Already leaking like a used-up whore.” I whimper, legs shaking. He scoops the mess with three fingers and shoves them into my mouth. “Suck.” I do, moaning around his knuckles, tasting both of us. He watches, eyes black, cock already hardening again. “Up,” he orders. I’m barely steady, but he lifts me onto the counter, spreads my thighs wide, and drops to his knees. His tongue dives straight into my ruined pussy, licking his own cum out of me, swallowing it with filthy, satisfied groans. “Fuck, we taste
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The family reunion is a roar of overlapping voices, clinking glasses, and too-sweet punch that's been spiked with stronger vodka. I slip away from the dining room chaos, murmuring something about needing air. I did, because something else was going on, and only two people knew about it. Me and him. My red dress clings to every curve, neckline low enough that David raised his eyebrows when I came downstairs. I chose it because I wanted to feel alive tonight. I didn't expect him to notice. Except I did. I absolutely did. I'm halfway up the stairs when I feel someone behind me. I don't have to turn around to know who it is. I've been hyperaware of Richard all evening. Where he's standing. Who he's talking to. The way his eyes follow me across a room before he looks away like he's caught himself. My father-in-law. Fifty-two. Broad-shouldered, silver threading through dark hair, beard trimmed, sexy mouth. The man I met four years ago at a hotel bar in Boston, who bought me a drink an
100 NIGHTS OF SIN: EROTICA SHORT STORIES Chapter 15: Birthday wish
After a long time of teasing and worship, Leo rose from the chair, his commanding presence pulling me up gently by the arms. He turned me with care, bending me wide over the leather ottoman. My cheek pressed against the cool, smooth leather, a shocking contrast to my flushed skin. My hips perched on the edge, ass high and vulnerable. Marcus hooked the remnants of my soaked thong and peeled it down my thighs inch by inch, the fabric clinging wetly until it caught at my heels. He spread my cheeks with reverent fingers, my breath hitching in a low groan at the sight before him. My pussy with its swollen lips, puffy and glistening, arousal trickling down. "Look at this pretty pussy," he murmured, his thumb circling my entrance slowly, dipping just enough to make me buck and whine. "Swollen and dripping, you desperate slut. And this tight little ass. Going to wreck it, make you feel every stretch." Leo knelt in front of me, cradling my face in tender hands, his thumbs brushing away my
100 NIGHTS OF SIN: EROTICA SHORT STORIES Chapter 14: Birthday wish
I whispered it to Leo six months ago, my face buried in the crook of his neck, voice trembling as I rode out the shattering aftermath of my orgasm, my pussy still clenching around his cock like a vice. "One day I want to be completely surrounded. Used until I can't think straight. Just mouths and cocks and hands everywhere. You and whoever you trust to make me scream." He kissed my temple, his breath hot against my skin, and murmured, "Tell me when you're ready, baby. I'll make it happen." Tonight was when. My twenty-sixth birthday. The air between us had been electric all evening, stolen touches at dinner, his hand sliding up my thigh under the table, fingers brushing my soaked thong while the waiter droned on about specials. By the time we pulled into the driveway, I was throbbing, my nipples hard against the silk of my dress, pussy slick and aching for what I knew was coming. The house was dark when we walked in, only the low amber glow from the lamps and the slow, pulsing thr
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