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It had been over two weeks since that intense, terrifying night at Elias and Marcus’s apartment, and I still could not stop thinking about them.

Every single day, the memories haunted me. The way Elias had fucked me so eagerly and shamelessly. The filthy, erotic sounds he made when he came. The way his cock felt stretching me open while his husband watched from the armchair. But most of all, I could not forget Marcus’s cold, deadly glare when he warned me he would kill me if I ever showed my f
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  • Fifty Shades of Lust {Steamiest Short Stories}   Yours 6

    The last two days at the cabin felt like we were stealing time from the universe itself. Every hour bled into the next in a haze of skin, sweat, moans, and the sharp bite of reality creeping closer. Thursday loomed like a storm on the horizon, but we refused to acknowledge it until we had to. Instead, we burned through every fantasy we’d ever buried. Morning at the lake. Sunlight filtered through the pines as we hiked back to the secluded lake the next morning. I wore nothing but Andrew’s oversized t-shirt and hiking boots, my pussy still tender and leaking from the way he’d woken me up—face down, ass up, slow and deep while I was half-asleep. The cool morning air teased my bare thighs with every step. At the water’s edge, he spread out a blanket. No words at first. He pulled the shirt over my head and laid me down on my back, the rough wool scratching pleasantly against my skin. Then he stripped and knelt between my legs, cock heavy and already leaking. “Spread for me,” he murmu

  • Fifty Shades of Lust {Steamiest Short Stories}   Yours 5

    I woke up to the smell of rain-soaked pine and coffee. The storm had eased into a steady drizzle that drummed softly against the cabin roof, turning the world outside into a watercolor blur of green and gray. Andrew wasn’t in bed. I stretched, feeling the pleasant ache in my muscles and the deeper, sweeter soreness between my legs. My body was covered in faint marks—fingerprints on my hips, a bite on the inside of my thigh, dried cum flaking on my stomach from when he’d pulled out and finished on me in the middle of the night. I found him in the kitchen, shirtless in low-slung sweatpants, pouring two mugs. The sight of him—broad shoulders, the cut of muscle along his back, the way his hair was still messy from my hands—sent a fresh wave of heat through me. He turned when I padded in, wearing nothing but his flannel shirt from yesterday, unbuttoned and slipping off one shoulder. “Morning,” he said, voice still rough with sleep. His eyes dragged down my body slowly, appreciatively. N

  • Fifty Shades of Lust {Steamiest Short Stories}   Yours 4

    The drive up to the cabin was two hours of pure torture dressed as foreplay. Andrew kept one hand on the wheel and the other between my thighs the entire time. I’d worn a sundress with nothing underneath, just like he’d asked. Every time we passed another car on the highway, he’d push two thick fingers deeper into my soaked pussy and tell me to stay quiet. I bit my lip so hard it bled at one point, grinding down on his hand while the trucker in the next lane stared a little too long. By the time we pulled onto the dirt road, I was shaking, the leather seat beneath me slick. Andrew killed the engine in front of a small, weathered cabin nestled between pines. No other houses in sight. Just birds and wind and the heavy promise of uninterrupted days. He didn’t even let me grab my bag. The second the front door slammed shut behind us, he had me bent over the rough wooden kitchen table, dress rucked up around my waist. No warm-up. He freed his cock and drove into me in one brutal thrus

  • Fifty Shades of Lust {Steamiest Short Stories}   Yours 3

    The couch was ruined. A dark wet spot bloomed where I’d come on him, and Andrew’s cum was already leaking down my thigh as he finally pulled out. He didn’t collapse on top of me like some exhausted lover in a movie. Instead he sat back, cock still half-hard and shining, and just looked at me—really looked—like he was memorizing the way my chest rose and fell, the flush across my breasts, the mess between my legs. I stretched lazily, letting him see everything. “You’re thinking too loud.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “I’m thinking I should feel worse than I do.” A pause. “I don’t.” “Good.” I sat up, swung one leg over his lap again, but this time facing him so my slick pussy rested directly on his recovering cock. “Because I’m not letting you hide in guilt all week. Mom’s gone. The house is ours. And I want to know every single thing you’ve jerked off imagining about me.” His eyes darkened. That was the interesting part—no soft romantic confessions, no “I’ve always loved yo

  • Fifty Shades of Lust {Steamiest Short Stories}   Yours 2

    “Don’t stop me tonight, Andrew. I’ve been waiting too long for this.” The words hung between us, heavy and final. For a heartbeat, I thought he might push me away. His hands tightened on my waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh just under the hem of my tank top. His cock—fully hard now, straining against his jeans—throbbed hot and insistent against the thin cotton of my shorts, right where I needed him most. “Lola…” His voice was gravel-rough, torn between warning and want. “This is crazy. You’re my—” I cut him off by rolling my hips in a slow, deliberate circle, grinding my pussy down along the thick ridge of him. A soft, needy sound escaped my throat as the friction sparked pleasure through my clit. “I’m not your anything right now except the girl who’s soaked for you,” I whispered against his mouth. “Feel me.” His breath hitched. One hand slid up my back, under my tank top, palm hot against my bare skin. The other stayed on my hip, guiding me this time instead of just hol

  • Fifty Shades of Lust {Steamiest Short Stories}   YOURS 1

    "You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or leaned

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