Filthy Lust Diaries - A Collection Of Steamy Stories

Kylie's POV He didn’t give me time to adjust. His hips snapped forward again, burying every inch, then pulled back and slammed in again, hard. The wood off the door thudded softly with each impact. Fast. Unapologetic. I bit my lip hard.The porn still played loudly, its soundtrack mixing with the wet, filthy sounds of him fucking me—skin slapping, slick and rhythmic, my cunt gripping him so tight every thrust made a lewd, wet “schlick”.“Damn…” He growled, hips snapping harder, deeper. His thick cock dragged over every sensitive ridge inside me, the head battering that perfect spot that made my vision blur. I bit my lip harder.My free leg trembled against his hip. He felt it and suddenly dropped that leg, both hands sliding under my thighs and hauling me up against the door in one powerful lift. My back slammed harder into the wood. My legs locked around his waist, ankles crossing at the small of his back as he pinned me there, suspended, completely open for him.“Fuck—yes!” I moane

Cathy's POV What’s the definition of ‘Adrenaline Rush?’I'd tell you mine; It’s the second the front door of that Upper East Side mansion swung open and I forgot how to breathe.Why? Because, I took the live-in nanny position hoping for the usual—bedtime stories, packed lunches, a steady paycheck that would finally stop the late notices. I never expected to be standing on a polished marble looking up at the most talked-about man in New York.Damien Hale. Tall, broad-shouldered, silver threading through dark hair at the temples, gray eyes sharp enough to cut. A man built sinfully. Gosh!He didn’t smile, he just stepped aside and said my name like he’d already decided I belonged inside those walls.“Cathy Reyes.”“Yes, Mr. Hale.”“Damien is better.” His voice was low, controlled, the kind that made heat pool low in my belly even while I was still dripping rainwater onto his foyer. “Come in.”I followed him through rooms that smelled so fantastic, heart hammering so hard I was sure he

Cathy's POV The soft knocks turned sharper. Lila’s little voice cut straight through the heavy air of the bedroom. “Daddy? Cathy? I heard her. Open the door. Please.” Damien’s cock was still buried deep inside me, thick and half-hard, his cum slowly leaking out around him and sliding down the insides of my thighs. My heart slammed against my ribs. I froze, legs still tangled with his, chest pressed to his, the scent of sex thick between us. He didn’t pull out right away. His gray eyes locked on mine in the half-dark, one hand still possessively curved over my hip. He spoke against my mouth, voice low and controlled even now. “Stay quiet. Don’t move.” I nodded, barely breathing. He eased out of me with a wet, deliberate slide that made me bite down hard on my lip to keep from whimpering. The sudden emptiness made me ache. Thick ropes of his cum followed, warm and messy, dripping onto the sheets. He rolled off the bed in one fluid motion, grabbed a discarded pair of dark sweatpants

Cathy's POVThe thing in his hand was a length of soft black silk.My pulse stuttered. Damien watched my face the entire time as he let the fabric uncoil between his fingers, the city lights catching on the dark sheen. He didn’t ask if I wanted it. He simply stepped closer until the heat of his body pressed against my bare skin and the open robe.“Wrists,” he said.I lifted them without thinking. He wrapped the silk slowly, deliberately, crossing it over my pulse points and knotting it just tight enough that I felt the restraint every time I breathed. My arms were drawn above my head. He guided me farther onto the bed, settled me against the pillows, and looped the remaining length around the headboard so I was held open and waiting.The position left me completely exposed. Cool air kissed every wet place. My nipples were already tight. Between my thighs I could feel how slick I still was from everything he’d left inside me earl

Tessy’s POVRoy’s rough hand stayed on my ass, heavy and possessive, while Hank moved in closer on my other side. The night air felt thicker all of a sudden. My palms were flat on the warm hood, fingers spread, and I could feel both men staring at the way my shorts had ridden up so high the bottom half of my cheeks was already bare.I looked back over my shoulder, mouth running before my brain could catch up.“You two always collect payment like this, or am I just special?”Roy’s laugh was low and dirty. “Special enough. Most girls don’t bend over this easy.”Hank’s thick fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and tugged once, testing. “Mouthy little thing. Bet that mouth does more than talk.”I felt the heat between my legs spike. My secret kink—the one I never admitted out loud—was already throbbing. Older men. Rough hands. Being used like I was nothing but a warm hole on the side of the road. These two had walked straight out of every filthy f