All Chapters of FORBIDDEN LUSTS (Erotica collection): Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

I lay on my back, sheets tangled around my thighs, staring up at the ceiling fan spinning slow lazy circles. Mark pulled out of me with that same half-hearted grunt he always gave, his cock going soft before he even finished the last weak push. I’d been soaked—God, I’m always soaked the second he touches me, that slick heat building fast between my legs like my body can’t help itself—but it never mattered to him. He rolled off, sighed heavy like I’d exhausted him, and reached for his phone on the nightstand without even glancing my way.“You’re wet,” he said, voice flat, eyes already on the screen. “But Jesus, Lara, you just lie there like a dead fish. No movement. No sound. It’s like fucking a pillow.”The words hit hard, same as always, sharp enough to make my chest tighten. I forced a small laugh that sounded pathetic even to me. “I was trying. I get into it, I swear.”He snorted. “Yeah, well, try harder. Or watch some porn. I bought you that vibrator last month—use it. Learn somet

I stood in the assessment room, arms crossed, staring at the mirrored wall like it owed me money. The clock on the wall read 9:58. She was two minutes early. Good. I liked them eager.The door to the women’s locker room was cracked just enough. I caught the reflection in the big mirror across the hall—Lara, peeling off her hoodie, that cropped sports bra hugging her tits like it was painted on. Soft, full, the kind that bounced just right when she moved. She bent to tug her leggings up higher, and fuck, that ass. Round, juicy, the seam splitting her cheeks like it was begging to be spread. My cock twitched hard in my shorts, thickening fast, the head already pushing against the fabric, leaking a little wet spot I’d have to hide later.*Jesus Christ,* I thought, palming myself once through the material just to ease the ache. *Look at her. Married. Ring on her finger like a fucking billboard. But that body? That body’s starving.*I’d fucked plenty of them in here. The blonde from last m

I walked into the recovery room at exactly 9:00, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out. The door was already ajar, and when I pushed it open, the air felt thicker—dimmer lights, soft mats covering most of the floor, full-length mirrors on three walls so there was nowhere to hide. A single lock clicked behind me when Jax turned the deadbolt. The sound made my stomach flip.He was waiting, leaning against the wall in black compression shorts and a sleeveless hoodie unzipped halfway down his chest. Sweat already gleamed on his collarbones. His eyes dragged over me slow, starting at my bare midriff, lingering on the tiny workout shorts I’d chosen this morning—gray, high-cut, the kind that rode up the second I moved—and ending on my sports bra that barely contained my tits. I felt naked already.“Morning, Lara,” he said, voice low and rough like he’d been smoking something illegal. “Ready to go deeper today?”I nodded, throat too tight to speak. My pussy was already slick just

I showed up twenty minutes early, legs already shaking as I walked down the hallway toward the private training room. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my clit, everywhere. Last night I’d barely slept. I’d tried—curled up next to Mark’s snoring back—but every time I closed my eyes I saw Jax’s mouth on me, his fingers twisting inside, that filthy praise in my ear. I’d ended up in the guest bathroom at 2 a.m., legs spread on the counter, fucking myself with three fingers while I bit my lip bloody to stay quiet. It hadn’t been enough. Nothing was enough anymore.I pushed the door open without knocking. Jax was already there, wiping down the weight bench with a towel, his back to me. The room smelled like him—sweat and that woodsy cologne that made my knees weak. He turned when he heard the door click shut. His eyes went wide for half a second, then dark. Hungry.I didn’t say a word.I just dropped my gym bag, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts, an

I arrived at the gym just after 8 p.m., the parking lot mostly empty under the streetlights. My hands were sweaty on the steering wheel the whole drive over. I'd told Mark I was going for a late yoga class to "unwind after a long day," and he'd barely looked up from the TV, muttering something about dinner being in the fridge. Guilt twisted in my gut for a second, but it vanished the moment I thought about Jax—his cock buried deep, the way he'd made me scream yesterday. My pussy had been throbbing all day at work, slick and restless, and I'd had to sneak into the bathroom twice just to press my thighs together and breathe through the ache. Now, walking through the quiet lobby, I could feel how soaked my shorts already were, the fabric clinging between my legs.Jax had texted me earlier: "Extra session tonight. Recovery room. Wear something easy to take off." I'd chosen the same tiny gray shorts and sports bra, no panties this time. The door to the recovery room was unlocked. I pushed