All Chapters of Sinful Lust Stories: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

 Linda stalked the hallway, the thrill of the game dimming with every second. She wasn’t playing anymore. She was hunting now. Hunting the one person who was the most certified bastard in all of humanity's history.   She was following a scent she knew too well. Pat. Pete’s older brother. His name was Patrick, but no one really called him that.   She ground her teeth as she followed his cologne. She hated that man. He was always smirking, throwing little comments, and making her feel stupid. And worse, he looked at her like he knew things she didn’t want him to know. Pat was the oldest of the four. He was even much older than her sister, by ten years. He was a solid, tall male and a complete bully.   So why did her pulse spike and thighs clench as she chased after him?  “Pat,” she hi

 Fred smirked, his breathing still ragged. "Your turn.” Before I could protest, he lifted me back onto the counter. I gasped as he spread my thighs wide. He reached for a bowl of strawberries, bit into one, then dragged the half across my skin, down my throat, between my breasts, leaving a sticky, sweet trail. His tongue followed, lapping up the juice, taking his sweet time when he knew where exactly I wanted him.  I was panting and squirming, but Fred stuck to my tits, sucking and teasing while avoiding my stiff, needy nipples. “God… that’s not fair.” He grinned against my skin. “Fair? Sweetheart, you’re about to find out what unfair really feels like.” He popped our can of whipped cream open, shook it with a wicked glint, and sprayed a line down my stomach, swirling lower until I shuddered. He kissed and licked

 Hank growled, biting her nipple gently. She tasted so good. She felt so good. Damn, it had been a long while since he touched a woman, but he had never touched anyone as dainty and perfect as she was.  “Beg louder. Little doll, let me hear how badly you want me inside you.” Her nails dug into his shoulders as she writhed. He alternated, mouth suckling her breasts, hands stroking her slick folds. He teased her, over and over, until Natalia was trembling head to toe, her thighs wide open in complete surrender. She begged him shamelessly. “I’ll do anything, just don’t stop this time. Please fuck me. Please, please, Hank!” Hank pulled back just enough to look at her flushed, desperate face. His pupils were blown, hunger written all over him. But he loved teasing her. His small, sweet body would shake, and it made her tits jiggle and fuck. He was so p

 Mrs. Carter jerked her hand from between her thighs, tugging her skirt down with frantic speed. Matt yanked his chair forward, shoving his cock back into his jeans, biting back a groan of frustration. “Matt?” a stern voice called. It was Mr. Daniels, his homeroom teacher. “Detention’s over. You can go home.” Matt cleared his throat. “Yeah. Got it.” Mr. Daniels stepped inside just enough to glance around. His eyes skimmed over Mrs. Carter, who was standing rigid, her cheeks still flushed, papers clutched to her chest.  “Everything alright in here?” Mr. Daniels asked, frowning faintly. Mrs. Carter gave a quick nod. “Fine. P-Perfectly fine.” Matt stood, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, careful to shield his raging cock. He sent her one last look, a knowing, hungry smirk

 Ethan knocked lightly on the front door, still damp from skimming the pool. He glanced around the huge house that Mrs Malowe lived in all alone. She had no husband, no one at all, and he envied her so much for having such a huge space to herself.   Ethan heard footsteps approaching from inside and stiffened. Mrs Malowe was different from other older women her age. She was properly old enough to be his mother, but he had never known anyone as dangerously beautiful as she was. She had such heavy, round breasts that Ethan had imagined touching, suffocating in them. She had a habit of lying outside beside the pool naked while he cleaned, and Ethan was always close to cumming in his shorts every time.   His wet shorts clung to his skin, dripping all over her porch. He just needed his pay for cleaning her pool, and then he would go home to dry off.   The door swung open. Mrs. Marlowe