Lustful cravings (A steamy Erotica Compilation.)

Chapter 1

Tessa’s POV

“Are you sure we should do this here?” Michael, my boyfriend, asked as he scanned the living room.

I rolled my eyes and yanked him closer to my face. “Are you trying to resist me? Would you love it if I let another man claim this precious pussy?” I demanded.

He looked stunned, then shook his head instantly. “Of course not! I just felt like it’s...”

I didn’t let him finish before I crushed my lips against his. I wrapped my arm around his neck and drew him deeper into me.

I refused to let him ruin my plan today. I glanced at the clock behind us. We had just ten minutes before the show started. I pulled him back slightly.

“Come on, we don’t have all day,” I murmured, then hiked my skirt up to my waist since nothing lay beneath it anyway.

I heard the sharp sound of his belt. My hand gripped the armrest as my pussy grew wetter at the sound. In a blink, I felt his hard cock part my slick folds before he drove in with one swift thrust.

“Arggghh!” I yelped and squeezed my eyes shut at the rush of sensation. He didn’t even give me a moment to savor the stretch of his cock before he began pounding into me relentlessly.

“Ouuu... Yessss, fuckkkk meeee!!” I cried out as my breathing quickened. I arched my hips to match his rhythm.

His hand tightened around my waist. “Oh fuck, I love you, Tessa!!” he groaned while burying his full length inside me. With the way he twitched, I knew he was close to his orgasm.

So dumb. This was exactly why I didn’t fancy Michael. Though he was the kind of boyfriend anyone would cherish, caring and attentive, when it came to sex, he never truly satisfied my aching need.

“Argghh! YESS! Do you love me, Tessa??” The question yanked me from my thoughts.

I hummed without answering. Then I felt it, his hot, thick seed erupting deep inside me. Just as I closed my eyes to relish the warmth of being filled, the door burst open.

Immediately, Michael withdrew, spilling the rest of his semen onto the floor.

“Mr. Sebastian...” he muttered. Slowly, I turned and watched him flee through the door. 

My gaze shifted to my stepdad as he stood at the entrance, staring at me.

I smirked slowly while tugging my skirt down in a deliberate way that left no doubt about what had just happened.

“What is the meaning of this, Tessa?” His calm voice rang out as he strode toward me.

A sly smile tugged at the corner of my lips. “I don’t understand, Dad?” Yeah, Dad, because my mother insisted I call him that.

“What do you mean you don’t understand what I’m saying? How many times must I warn you not to have sex in the living room with your boyfriend?” His voice rose slightly. 

From the vein throbbing between his brows, I knew anger simmered beneath his controlled surface.

A low chuckle escaped my lips. “It is our house. Besides, who would have thought you would come home early?” I lied with a straight face. 

I had purposely wanted him to witness the scene.

He ran his hand through his hair. “I will keep this from your mother, but next time I...”

I stepped closer and cut him off. “You would do what? Tell my mom how I moaned in the living room while my boyfriend fucked me senseless?” I whispered against his face.

He stared down at me while I arched one brow. My fingers gently traced his chest. “You’re my father, aren’t you? You shouldn’t get so worked up about this...” The words had barely left my lips when he snatched my hand away.

“You need to learn to behave yourself. I am not getting pissed. I just want you to understand right from wrong,” he said, sounding weary from repeating the same warning.

My lips formed into a perfect O. “So why don’t you punish me instead, Father?” I asked quietly.

“I wouldn’t mind a little spanking.” A wide, teasing smile spread across my face.

“Tessa!” he snapped.

Instead of anger, a thrill shot of juices dripped from my cunt.

Fuck, I really wanted him buried deep inside me. “You shouldn’t read too much into my words, Dad. Next time I’ll be more careful so you won’t get worked up.” His mouth hung open. I winked at him before sauntering away.

Of course, I made sure the dress I wore barely skimmed my ass as I walked, deliberately flashing every curve at him.

The moment I entered my room, my confident mask fell away. I dragged my hand through my hair in frustration. 

“Why was he being so damn slow, for God’s sake?!” All I wanted was for his restraint to shatter and for him to finally make his move.

I slumped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. It looked like I would have to seize control myself.

With that thought, a heavy sigh escaped my lips. But I was still burning with desire, and that idiot hadn’t even finished what he started. 

My fingers trailed down to my throbbing hole, sliding one inside.

I pictured my stepdad between my thighs, his hungry mouth devouring my wetness as he sucked with fierce hunger. 

My hand moved faster, pumping in and out while I rocked against my fingers, chasing my orgasm.

“Oh yes, Sebastian, suck your slutty daughter’s pussy!!!” My voice rang out louder than intended, forcing me to bite down hard on my lip.

My eyes rolled back as I teetered on the edge. “Uhmmm.” I moaned, spreading my legs wider as pleasure crashed over me.

All strength drained from my body as I lay motionless, gasping for air. 

I withdrew my finger from my soaked pussy and brought it to my lips. I could still taste Michael’s cum mixed with my own juices.

I licked every drop clean before drifting off to sleep, not bothering to cover my naked body.