บททั้งหมดของ Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories): บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Chris is the first to find his voice, though it comes out choked and strained. “Isn’t… isn’t it too early to start?” He glances wildly around the room as if looking for a hidden camera. “We just got here. We haven’t even discussed the specifics of the estate—"“Too early?” I let out a soft laugh, sinking deeper into the leather sofa. “Darling, your father has been gone for weeks. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve had a proper orgasm? I’m certain he won’t want us to waste any time.”Josh flinches subtly in his chair, trying to avoid looking at any of us.I ignore him and lock eyes with Chris, whose face is rapidly turning a deep shade of crimson.I cross my legs and continue, since no one answers. “Besides, this poor widow has a list. And a threesome with two very handsome, very desperate brothers is right at the top of it.” I give them my most pitiful expression. “You know, I never really got to explore… I was too faithful to your father; I couldn’t cheat. Good thing

His words push me straight over the edge.My hips jerk off the bed as my muscles tighten around Maxwell’s fingers."Oh, my god—Jesus—fuckkk!"Wave after wave of fluid spills from me, covering Maxwell’s chin, mouth, and the sheets beneath us.My chest rises and falls as I collapse against the mattress, trembling beneath him.Chris keeps a firm grip on my waist, holding me steady as the last tremors slowly fade.By the time I can breathe normally again, my skin is flushed and damp with sweat.I can barely remember the last time I felt anything this intense.Maxwell slowly pulls his fingers out and sits up. He drags the back of his hand across his mouth. The look in his eyes makes my stomach tighten.I push myself up on my elbows, still struggling to steady myself.I have to return the favor.My eyes dart to Maxwell, then to Chris. His eyes are wide, his chest heaving as he stares at my writhing body.“You both need to get down,” I whisper, my voice rough. My hand reaches for the waistban

~ Abigail ~I hate the way the catechist looks at me.“This is the Lord’s table. Catholics who are properly disposed and in a state of grace may come forward to receive Holy Communion…”His gaze crawls over my skin, lingering where it shouldn’t, even as the sacred announcement spills from his lips.“Those who are not Catholic, or Catholics who are not prepared to receive,” he continues, “are invited to remain seated, or come forward for a blessing with their arms crossed over their chest.”He finally tears his eyes away and returns to his seat beside the altar railing.I let out a slow, quiet breath.Beside me, Calista sits perfectly still, her face a picture of devotion. But hidden inside her church bulletin is a torn page of erotic fiction.Calista and I have both served at Saint Peter’s since we were old enough to volunteer, though Father Romanus rarely lets us serve up front. He prefers the altar boys.Around us, the pews begin to clear as the congregation rises. Almost everyone h

Walking home under the blazing mid-morning sun while I'm this pissed off is miserable.Daniel is a sore in my ass.I want to turn around, march back to that log house, and bite his pathetic dick right off.Even the cucumber sitting in my bag feels like a burden. Everything pisses me off-especially the sun beating down on my skin.A horn honks behind me.I keep walking.I'm hugging the shoulder of the road, so whoever is jamming their thumb against the horn can go straight to hell.It honks again. Then a third time.I spin around, ready to scream at whoever it is, but the words die in my throat.I know that shiny red car.The catechist's car. The one that rarely gets used.It pulls up alongside me, the power window gliding down with a low hum."Abigail," he says, leaning over the passenger seat, his hands resting lightly on the wheel. "Get in."I don't hesitate. I yank the door open and slide into the cool leather seat."Good afternoon, sir." I smile. "Thank you for the ride.""Welcome

I suck and stroke him fast without stopping, until his body goes rigid and he ejaculates across my palm.Immediately, I cover his tip with my lips, swallowing every drop as it sputters out, before licking my hand clean right in front of his face.He slumps back against the headrest, gasping for air.I part my lips, showing him the thick white pool sitting on my tongue.A slow smile spreads across his face as he gestures toward the rubber floor mat below."Spit it out down there," he pants, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. "I'll wipe it up later."Instead, I curl my tongue back, swallow it down in one smooth gulp, and flash him a wicked grin.His eyes widen in genuine shock.Maybe no one has ever swallowed his cum before.I smile and run my hands around my boobs.I'm still burning with desire.For one stupid second, I remember Calista sitting beside me years ago, laughing about how her father could never say no to her.She'd said it like it was a joke.If she knew where I was r