Semua Bab Forbidden Desires(Short Erotica Stories): Bab 11 - Bab 20

And I didI stood in the hallway, staring at the gold numbers on the door.Room 714.Same as last night. Same as this morning.Except now, my pulse was racing not from nerves… but from anticipation.I didn’t knock.I didn’t hesitate.I opened the door.And found him waiting for me.I shut the door behind me. Dropped my coat.Underneath, I wore nothing but black lace and trembling nerves.His eyes darkened. “You wore that for me?”“Yes.”He set the glass down slowly and stood. Towering. Silent.“Take it off.”I stripped. One strap at a time. Slowly.“Slower.” His voice was sharp and controlled.I obeyed.By the time the bra fell and my panties slid down my thighs, I was already slick with need.He stepped forward. His fingers skimmed my jaw. Then down to my throat.“Good girl.”I melted.“Get on the bed,” he said. “On your knees. Hands behind your back.”I climbed onto the bedwith trembling need, my knees sinking into the same sheets that had soaked up our sweat and moans the night bef

How does someone go about seducing their best friend’s dad? I know it is crazy that I feel Grant is the best man to take revenge with. My friend’s fatherI don't know how that can be possible, so I’m left to figure it out on my own.Which is how I end up standing on Grant’s front porch, wearing a short black dress and thigh-highs like a reckless little brat, in the middle of January. It’s well past midnight. The kind of hour that whispers sin. I’m shivering, and not just because of the icy wind that bites through my clothes.My heart nearly beats out of my chest as I knock.He opens the door fast, too fast. Like he was already waiting for something. Or someone.There he is. Grant. My best friend’s dad. The man I’ve fantasized about far too often. Too often to be healthy.His tall, broad frame fills the doorway, arms flexing slightly against the frame, hair tousled and speckled with gray, shirtless under a half-open robe. That robe should be illegal. His chest and tattoos are carved li

When Linda messaged me out of the blue, I couldn’t believe it. We’d been best friends, practically sisters, but that was years ago. We went off to different colleges, lived our lives, and somewhere along the way… just drifted. But seeing her message made me feel like I was seventeen again. I wanted to rekindle that bond, to feel close to her, to feel like I had someone who knew the real me. Lunch was wonderful. She looked just as I remembered, maybe a bit more polished, a little wiser, but still Linda. The conversation flowed like no time had passed, and all the insecurities I had felt. . . the way her life seemed so perfect while mine felt like a pale shadow, started to fade. She opened up about her life, her husband, the expectations, and the pressures. And then, almost casually, she mentioned him. She told me about him, not her husband, but another man. She confided that he made her feel alive, like herself again. Her husband, on the other hand? He was dull and clingy, always wan

Our bodies found a rhythm, swaying in sync, each slow, deliberate stroke drawing him out and then plunging him back inside of me. His cock felt impossibly thick, the ridges and veins along his length dragging against my inner walls, each delicious thrust intensifying every nerve ending he brushed against. I was completely at his mercy, intoxicated by pleasure, dominated by his power over me. I gripped the bed sheets, holding on for dear life as he bottomed out inside me again and again. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. My toes curled with the intensity of it all. I could feel my chest tightening, the familiar coil of pleasure building within me, every nerve ending alive and pulsing with need. He rode me, fucked me deep and hard, the rhythm of his movements taking me higher, closer to that precipice I craved. It felt like my body was on fire, and every thrust ignited that fire further, pushing me toward the edge. And then, finally, it hit me. My orgasm crash

“Can we go again?”I didn’t know if I was trembling from the orgasm or from him still being inside me. Aiden hadn’t moved, he still has his cock staying buried in me like it belonged there. His body caged mine, his body is heavy, warm, and slick with sweat and damn! His breath was hot against my cheek. “Of course, princess. You came so fucking hard for me,” he murmured, voice all grit and gravel. “You were made for this cock.” I shivered. My body was already twitching with overstimulation, but I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want him to ever stop. He pulled back slowly, dragging every thick inch of him out, and I whimpered. “Don’t worry,” he said darkly. “I’m not done.” And then he slammed back into me harder. I gasped, my back arching off the mattress. “Oh goodness. . .” “No,” he growled. “No. . . Say my name.” his voice rough against my ear. “Aiden,” I moaned, barely holding on. “Fucking hell. . . Aiden. . .” “That’s better.” He wrapped a hand around my throat, tight