Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

She slipped inside like a shadow—body still slick with sweat and cum, thighs trembling from the brutal fuck the mechanic gave her. Every step slow, deliberate, hips swaying with a filthy secret burning between her legs. She still felt him buried deep, marking her in ways her husband never could. She ached for him again already. Her husband waited like always—blind to the hunger she hid. She kissed him soft, sweet, perfect wife mask in place. His hands slid around her waist, warm and familiar, but she barely noticed. Her pussy was dripping, sticky with that mechanic’s possession, and the thought of her husband’s touch made the ache flare hotter. Dinner was polite. Quiet. Normal—the kind of normal that made her want to scream. Beneath the table, her thighs pressed tight, swollen and slick. Every small movement sent jolts of wet heat to her dripping cunt. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, fingers clenched on the napkin, nerves screaming with the memory of how he’d fucked her—hard,

Jules choked on the stretch. His body jolted, boots scraping against loose rock, arms braced against the rough wall as Reed buried every inch inside him. No warning. No mercy. Just cock and pressure and a deep, tearing fullness that made his spine curve and his mouth fall open without a sound.“Breathe,” Reed ordered again, but he was already moving.Pulling out halfway. Slamming back in.Again. Again. Harder. Deeper. Meaner.Every thrust knocked a grunt out of Jules’s throat. He didn’t have space to think. Didn’t have room for anything but the burn of it, the stretch, the dirt grinding into his palms, the raw need coiling tighter with every slap of skin on skin.“You like getting used like this?” Reed hissed against the back of his neck, hips relentless. “Fucking enemy cock deep in your guts?”“Yes,” Jules gasped. “Fuck—yes, keep going.”Reed growled—animal, guttural, loud in the dark. His hand slid around Jules’s throat, not choking, just holding, claiming. Fingers flexing. Muscles

Jules didn’t resist when Reed pulled out, even though his hole twitched in protest, used to the fullness now, aching for more. He barely had a second to breathe before Reed flipped him onto his stomach, strong hands dragging him up onto his knees like a ragdoll.“Hands behind your back.”Jules obeyed.Reed grabbed his wrists, pinned them there with one hand, the other spreading Jules’s ass wide, exposing everything—slick, red, stretched open and dripping. He growled at the sight, cock twitching hard again despite the mess they’d already made.“Look at you. You’ve taken three loads and your hole’s still begging.”Jules let out a breathy laugh. “What can I say? I’m a good soldier.”Reed spit directly on his hole—thick, slow—and watched it mix with the cum already leaking out. Then he lined himself up again, nudged the head against that messy, abused entrance, and pushed in all the way with one brutal thrust.Jules choked on his own moan. His arms strained in Reed’s grip. Knees slid wide

She didn’t know I watched her.But I did. Every fucking day.My name’s Liam. I came to the farm two months ago after her ad went up in town—“Help needed. Private farm. Good pay.” No questions, no bullshit. Just land, labor, and the kind of silence I craved.Her name was Riley. Barely thirty. She walked like someone who’d been left behind one too many times. Tight jeans, muddy boots, always barefoot in the house. Her lips didn’t smile much, but her mouth? It was made to be ruined.I kept my distance. Did the work. Fixed the fences, hauled the bales, broke my sweat under the sun just so I didn’t break something else. She’d watch me sometimes through the kitchen window, pretending she wasn’t. I let her. It was part of the deal, silent or not—we both needed something, and neither of us wanted to say it.But today?Today she gave it to me.I’d just come back from fixing the pump by the east fence, sweat soaked into my jeans, shirt hanging off my back pocket. I walked past the house on my

I grabbed her by the hips, pulled her off the table like she weighed nothing, and carried her to the window.She whimpered, legs weak, body boneless in my arms. Her pussy was raw, leaking a mess of both of us down her thighs, but I wasn’t giving her a break.Not yet.I pressed her against the wall, right next to the open window where the evening light spilled in, soft and golden, casting a glow on her wrecked, sweaty skin. I turned her face toward the glass so she could see her reflection—see what I’d done to her.“You look ruined,” I whispered, my breath hot against her ear. “Do you see yourself?”She nodded, barely.“Good. That’s mine. You’re mine.”She shivered, chest rising fast, eyes glassy as she stared out, her cheek against the frame.“You think I didn’t notice?” I said, dragging my cock against her ruined slit, not pushing in yet, just teasing. “The way you looked at me when I was working out there in the sun. Thought I didn’t feel your eyes burning into me every time I took