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Take For A Sin (Envy)
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2025-08-07 15:52:23
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Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Cum With Me
Hey, it’s Luke. Yeah, just Luke. Nothing fancy, just the guy who’s gonna take you on a little trip tonight — a ride through sins, but not like you’ve ever seen ‘em before. No, I’m talking about the sins living and breathing, fucking like they own your darkest dreams.Right now, I’m sitting here, naked as hell, my hand slow, sliding down over skin that’s already slick with sweat. You wanna watch? Come on, I’m not shy. My fingers are teasing, tracing, dragging over my cock. You can almost feel it, can’t you?I can hear you breathing, that quick, shallow breath that says you’re right there with me. Don’t pretend you’re not.Tsk, tsk. Naughty little thing, aren’t you? Reading all those filthy stories, getting wetter by the second. Bet your sheets are already soaked, or your fingers sticky, or your cock hard as fuck.I’m watching myself, feeling every pulse, every twitch. My hand wraps tighter, slower now, dragging down to the base before pulling back up, teasing the tip, making myself har
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Melt For A Sin (Sloth)
The couch was warm under me, still damp with sweat and cum, but Wrath’s voice echoed in my head. ‘Pick yourself up.’I dragged my body upright, every muscle aching in that lazy, sore way I kind of liked. Cum slid down my thigh as I shuffled toward the stairs, not bothering to grab clothes. What was the point? Wrath had seen every inch of me already, and so had the couch cushions.Upstairs, the bedroom was dim, but the full-length mirror across from the bed caught me like a flashbulb. I stopped, blinking at the reflection.Eyes wide, rimmed red from crying. Cheeks streaked with tears. Hair sticking up like I’d just rolled out of hell.And when I turned, spreading my ass with one hand—fuck. My skin was red, stretched, still slick with Wrath’s cum.I swallowed, heat pooling low in my stomach. My fingers slid between my thighs without me telling them to, the faint ache making me hiss. All I could think about was how deep he’d been, how his voice had sounded when he growled in my ear.One
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Break For A Sin (Wrath)
I didn’t waste time with pleasantries. Sloth had been sprawled out like he owned the damn couch, his hood slipping off one shoulder, lazy eyes half-shut, mouth barely bothering to close. Three days of that shit, and it was a goddamn disgrace.“Get up.” My voice snapped through the stale air, sharp enough to cut glass.He shifted, slow and lazy like a cat that didn’t give a damn if I was pissed or not. “Mmm. Why?” he drawled, dragging every syllable like it was some damn invitation to test me.Because he was rotting in this dump, and I was the only one who was gonna fuck that lethargy out of him.I didn’t ask again. I grabbed him by the collar, yanked him upright. His head lolled back against my chest, and I felt the faint pulse of his lazy heartbeat, steady and slow.“You think this is a game? That I’m some joke you can brush off with a smirk?” I growled, voice low and dangerous.He blinked, barely annoyed. “I’m just conserving energy.”Conserving? More like wasting the fire I was rea
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Feed For A Sin (Glut)
I peeled their clothes away slowly, savoring how their skin flushed beneath my gaze. He sank to his knees without a word, lips already slick, eyes dark with hunger that mirrored my own. She lay back on the bed, legs spread wide, fingers clutching the sheets, breath ragged and shallow but still, none of it would ever be enough.I grabbed his hair, yanking him close until his mouth hovered over my cock. “Suck,” I growled, voice low and rough like a command.His mouth closed around me, hot and wet, tongue swirling, sucking hard as if trying to swallow me whole. His hands gripped my hips, nails digging in, pulling me deeper until a groan tore from my throat—yet I was never sated, never full.His mouth was tight, wet, slick with spit and need. I thrust forward just enough to fuck his mouth, feeling his throat clench around me. I gripped his hair harder, holding him captive to my pleasure, taking without mercy.My mouth dipped between her thighs, tongue flicking over swollen lips, tasting s
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Take For A Sin (Envy)
She wasn’t mine, she wasn’t anyone’s. But she looked like she was.Clinging to him like she’d been bought and wrapped and gifted just for his pleasure.And that…That was enough.I didn’t need her name. Didn’t care who she was to him — a girlfriend, a fucktoy, a date, a prize.All I saw was the way she smiled. How she touched his shoulder. How she whispered in his ear. The way her dress rode up when she laughed, crossing her legs like she didn’t notice her thighs were exposed.She didn’t know what she was doing.But I did.And it made me hard.Not lust. Not even desire.This was hunger. Rot. That black curl of heat that sank its claws into my spine the second I saw her laughing for someone else.She had no idea what I was. But she would.I followed them. Watched from the corner of the crowded rooftop bar — heat rising, drinks flowing, music thumping like a second pulse.He left her for two minutes. To piss. To answer a call. To breathe.That was all I needed.She was alone. Smiling. C
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Ride For A Sin (Lust)
The club was a cage of heat and hunger, thick with sweat and stifled moans. I didn’t belong to the crowd or the music. I belonged to him, the boy on the stage, slick with sweat, skin shining under the neon like he was made of sin itself.His body was a masterpiece of lean muscle and soft curves, every inch carved for pleasure and ruin. His cock pressed hard against those tight, black pants, thick and needy, pulsing with desperate life. The way it twitched with every hip roll was like a fucking challenge, and I was ready to answer.His ass was the perfect target—round, firm, begging to be grabbed, spread, fucked until he screamed. The skin was flushed pink, glistening with sweat and the promise of broken nights.He moved like he knew what he was doing, eyes scanning the room but catching mine, locking in with a hunger that matched mine. That fleeting smirk? That little flash of reckless bravado? It was the kind of stupid brave that made me want to tear him apart and put him back togeth
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