All Chapters of FORBIDDEN LUSTS (Erotica collection): Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Vanessa's POVI'd made a mistake marrying Richard.Not because he was a bad man—he wasn't. He was successful, stable, generous with his money if not his time. He'd swept me off my feet with expensive dinners and weekend getaways, promised me security and comfort after my messy divorce had left me financially struggling.At thirty-three, I'd been tired of dating losers and struggling to make rent. Richard had seemed like the solution—seventeen years older, established, ready to settle down with someone who'd appreciate the lifestyle he could provide.I'd convinced myself that passion didn't matter. That I could live without mind-blowing sex if it meant financial security and stability. That companionship was enough.Two years into this marriage, I knew I'd been catastrophically wrong.Richard worked eighty-hour weeks, came home exhausted, and fell asleep during the rare occasions we attempted sex. When we did manage to fuck, it was perfunctory and brief—him getting his release and roll

"Last chance," Jake said, his hands on my hips. "You can still back out."Instead of responding, I lined him up at my entrance and sank down slowly.The stretch was immediate and intense—I was wet enough that he slid in easily, but his size made me feel every inch. When I was fully seated, we both groaned."Fuck," he gasped. "You feel incredible. So tight. So warm.""You're big," I managed. "Bigger than—" I stopped myself."Bigger than my dad?" he finished with a dark smile. "I know. I can tell you're not used to this."I started to move, slow rolls of my hips, getting used to his size. His hands guided me, helping me find the rhythm, and soon I was bouncing on him with increasing confidence."That's it," he encouraged, his eyes locked on where we were joined. "Ride me. Use my cock. Take what you need."I braced my hands on his chest and rode him harder, chasing pleasure I'd been denied for so long. When his hand slid between us to find my clit, I nearly screamed."Don't hold back," h

I had. I absolutely had, and we both knew it."Tell me what you want," he said, his hands continuing their exploration. "Tell me what you've been fantasizing about.""I want—" I stopped, embarrassed."No shame here," he encouraged. "Just honesty. Tell me.""I want you to teach me," I admitted. "All the things I've been missing. Things I've never tried or only tried badly. I want—I want to know what good sex actually feels like. What I should have been experiencing all along."His hands tightened possessively. "Turn off the stove."I obeyed with trembling fingers, and he spun me around to face him."Forget dinner," he said. "I'm going to fuck you right here in this kitchen. On the counter where you make my dad's meals. And then I'm going to take you to every room in this house and show you exactly what you've been missing."He lifted me onto the counter like I weighed nothing, and I spread my thighs automatically to let him step between them. His mouth found mine in a kiss that was all

Vanessa's POVSix days.Six days of the most intense, passionate, devastating sex of my entire life. Six days of Jake teaching me things about my own body I'd never known. Six days of cumming so many times I'd lost count, of being worshipped and desired and fucked in ways that made me understand why people wrote sonnets about passion.Six days of living in a fantasy where nothing existed except Jake's hands on my skin, his cock inside me, his voice in my ear telling me I was beautiful, perfect, his.Six days where I'd forgotten Richard existed.And now reality was crashing back in the most catastrophic way possible."He's coming home early," I said, staring at my phone with my heart in my throat. "Richard. He just texted. His flight lands in three hours. He's coming home today instead of tomorrow."Jake looked up from where he'd been kissing his way down my stomach, both of us naked in my marital bed where we'd spent most of the past week. "Fuck.""Fuck is right." Panic clawed at my t

Fuck, I’d been dripping just sitting there. Professor Hale was handing back papers like it was nothing, but I could feel his eyes snag on me every time he passed a desk. That slow, burning look. The one that said he knew exactly what I was doing. I crossed my legs extra slow when he got to mine, letting my skirt ride so high the lace tops of my thigh-highs peeked out. No panties that day. Just bare, slick skin and the cool air kissing my swollen clit. I’d edged myself in the bathroom stall right before class—three fingers deep, imagining his thick cock instead, stopping just before I came. Now I was throbbing, desperate, and loving every second of the torture.He dropped my essay with a controlled flick. Red ink screamed “D-” across the top. I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper and looked up at him through my lashes, all innocent pout.“Office hours,” he said quietly, voice like a warning shot. “Now.”The rest of the class filed out. I took my sweet time gathering my stuff, bendin