Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories): Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

I gasp… no, wail… as he fills me in one deep, brutal stroke. My body stretches to take him, wet and aching, and for a second, I forget how to breathe.His muscles flex above me, arms tense, veins standing out as he holds himself back. A bead of sweat slides down his neck and over his chest, catching the light as it drips between his hard, defined pecs.“Fuuuck,” he groans above me, voice low and strained. “You’re hugging my cock like it’s the only thing you’ve ever needed, baby.”I claw at his back, nails digging in as he starts to move. Slow at first, thick and deep, like he wants me to feel every inch of him dragging against my walls. I moan louder with each thrust, my body clinging to his like it knows this moment was always going to happen.“Say it,” he pants, gripping my hips like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. “Say this pussy was meant for me.”“It’s yours,” I cry out, eyes rolling back. “Fuck, Tyler….it’s always been yours.”He slams into me harder, faster. My body jerks up the be

She stares at me, wide eyed and ruined. Her thighs tremble, soaked and glistening. Hair a mess, lipstick smudged from my mouth.“I said I’d make you scream,” I murmur, leaning over her, voice thick. “But I never said it’d only be on my cock.”She swallows hard. “What do you—”I reach over for her purse, unzip it, and dig inside until my fingers close around what I’m looking for.Her vibrator.She freezes. I hold it up between us like a weapon, smirking as the color drains from her cheeks and rushes right back in.“Well, well,” I murmur.“Tyler—”I flip it on. Low buzz.Her breath hitches again.“Lie back, honey,” I say, brushing the toy between her slick folds. “You’re gonna come—but on my terms.”She moans, head falling back, hands clutching the sheets as I press the toy against her clit. Slow circles. Light pressure. Teasing.Her hips buck, chasing it, but I pull back just enough to make her groan in frustration.“Such a needy little thing,” I say, watching her unravel. “You thought

I lock the shop door with shaking hands. The metal clicks too loud like it’s announcing how unsteady I am. My reflection stares back at me in the glass… flushed cheeks, eyes full of chaos. Diesel Gray is back. In my face. Under my skin. Everywhere. The man I slept with the summer I turned nineteen. The heels I wore for confidence feel like punishment now. I kick them off as soon as I get upstairs to my apartment. The space is warm, clean, and quiet, nothing like the storm inside me. I flick on a lamp and drop my keys in the bowl by the door. He’s across the street. He’s really across the street. I press my forehead to the window, staring out at the blacked-out sign of his shop, as if even the glass knew to keep secrets. Diesel Tattoo Co. I hate that it sounds good. Looks good. Feels permanent. Just like that night. It’s been years since it happened. Since I was nineteen and finally old enough to make the kind of mistake I’d been dreaming about for far too long, finally a