Todos los capítulos de Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories): Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

His eyes darken instantly like I just handed him the dirtiest fantasy he didn’t know I’d say out loud. “Hold them,” he orders. I take off my sports bra to give him warm, bare skin, pressing them together until there’s a perfect space for him. He steps closer, his shadow falling over me. He wraps his hand around the base of his dick as he guides the thick length into the tight space I’ve made. I spit on his cock slowly, the slick glide making it even smoother as he slides between my curves. A deep sound rumbles from his chest. “God… just like that. Good girl.” I keep my hands tight, pressing my breasts together as he starts moving, sending little shocks of heat through me. His gaze stays locked on me, hungry and focused as if every inch of him is savoring the view. He starts moving faster, his breathing heavier, hips thrusting with more need. I’m breathing hard too, the way he feels against me sending shivers through my skin. “Look at me,” he commands, voice rough. I do

I part my lips and the tip of him slides in hot and slick against my tongue. I moan around his cock... tasting salt and skin, the weight of him filling my mouth. He grips the back of my head and guides me down slowly until I’m choking on him. “Good girl,” he breathes, hips rocking just enough to make me gag. “Take me deeper.” I do as he says, tears pricking at the edges of my blindfold. His groan rumbles through the air and I feel it in my chest. I squeeze my cheeks and take him deep, sucking like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do. My tongue swirls around the cap, coating him in spit as my hand works his balls. “Mmm—fuck, yeah…” The sound vibrates from deep in his chest and I know I touched the right spot. I keep gagging around him and massaging his balls while his hand grips the back of my head. He pulls out just enough to let me gasp before pushing back in, fucking my mouth in slow, deep thrusts. My jaw aches, drool slicking my chin and dripping onto my oiled chest. When h

“So, what are you now? A professional in sex clubs?” I ask, genuinely curious. George’s grin tilts, wolfish. “You could say I’m… experienced.” “Not convinced.” He sips, eyes locked on me. “You’ll thank me when you stop pretending you’re not curious.” Heat pricks my cheeks. “I know you are.” His gaze drops to my mouth. “And tonight, you’ll see just how much.” I set my half-empty glass down, pulse racing. "Come on," he says, tilting his head toward a hallway. "Time to see what you’ve been missing.” I follow him past a velvet rope into a quieter room. The seats are soft, the lights are low and people talk in hushed voices. Here, the touching is more obvious. A man sits with a woman on his lap, his hand slipping under her clothe. She leans back, lost in pleasure. Her skirt rides up higher and I feel a heat in my own skin like it’s my thighs being touched. Another couple kisses deeply in the corner, their bodies already pressed together like they might not make it to a be

Her eyes flick toward the couple then back to mine. Her shoulders tense and she swallows sharply. She parts her lips like she wants to protest but the way her knees inch wider tells me otherwise. The woman’s lips open slightly and her husband’s hand grips her arm, knuckles white. Tess’s fingers dig into the couch as she shifts back a little. I don’t move or rush her, I just let her feel the tension. She looks at the couple again and I see the surrender in her eyes. With a shaky exhale, she tilts her hips forward and nods once, then more deliberately before parting her knees just enough. I spread her wider but don’t rush in, letting her sit in the heat of their stare, her body caught between shame and want. I want her to know this is her choice, her surrender, and I want her to feel me watching as much as touching. “Let them see how beautiful you are when you come for me,” I whisper. “God, George, I…” her breath shakes, but she keeps her legs open. “Don’t be ashamed. Just feel

**Final Chapter: dual POV (George & Theresa)** ~ George ~ I can’t hold back anymore. Seeing her grind and whimper so desperately is driving me insane. I roll her onto her stomach, bending her across the couch. Her ass rises perfectly and I’m reminded again and again why I’ve wanted her for so long. My fingers brush against her pussy and in an instant my trousers are off. I rub my cock across her folds, soaking myself in her wetness. She shudders, pushing back against me while the couple from earlier watch hungrily like they want to join us. But I don’t give them my attention. My focus is on Tess. Only Tess. She pushes her hip back like she’s trying to take what I’m not giving her. “George… why are you doing this to me?” Her voice cracks. “Why did you bring me here just to torture me? I… I already feel like shit. My husband… he wouldn’t have wanted this. So if you’re not going to fuck me… just let me go.” “I’m not letting you go.” I grip her hips, holding her still. She tr