All Chapters of Wet Desires: {A Steamy Collection}: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

A sob caught in Clara’s throat as she sank to her hands and knees on the altar, trying to steady herself, but the cold, dusty marble offered no grip. Her fingers slipped, her knees wobbled, and she pitched forward, unable to find the slightest balance. “Pathetic,” Parker snapped. “Get down. Do it on the floor.” Clara’s breath shuddered out in defeat. With a shaky exhalation, she obeyed, sliding off the altar and onto the cold marble sanctuary floor beneath her. The rough surface dug into her knees as Parker stepped forward, pressing his thick, veined cock against her lips. Clara squeezed her eyes shut, tears slipping free to trail down her cheeks, before she finally parted her mouth. The moment her lips parted, Parker thrust forward, burying his cock deep into her throat. Clara gagged, her body convulsing, but Parker held her head firmly in place, his fingers tangled painfully in her hair. The salty, musky taste of Parker’s cock filled Clara’s mouth, coating her tongue. Abo

Jason nodded, and together they carefully turned Clara around. Once she was repositioned, George pushed his cock into Clara’s pussy. “fuck! Her pussy is so fucking wet,” George growled, thrusting deep. At the same time, Jason drove into Clara’s ass, his voice ragged. “Her ass is so tight… I think it might snap my cock,” he hissed. Parker watched, his own arousal a tight, aching knot. He moved to the head of the altar, his fingers tangling in Clara’s hair, not to cause pain, but to claim her attention. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a low rasp. Clara’s eyes, glazed with pleasure, fluttered open. Parker guided his cock to her lips, and she opened for him without hesitation, her tongue meeting his cock in a wet, eager caress. She took him deep into her throat, the sounds of her gagging and moaning around his cock mingling with the slick, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin from behind her. She was the center of their universe, the nexus of their shared lust. Every

Aria leaned forward slightly, her gaze locking with the officer’s. “Oh, I’m fine,” she murmured, her voice low and smooth. “I was just… distracted by how handsome you are.” A teasing smile curved across her lips. The officer’s eyes widened, his brows lifting in surprise. “Okay… thank you,” he managed, the shock still clear in his voice. He leaned closer to Aria’s window, the brim of his hat casting a shadow across his eyes. “Good evening, miss. Do you know why I stopped you?” His words rolled out steady, each one clipped with control. Aria blinked rapidly, forcing a calm facade even as her body betrayed her. “No, officer,” she said, her voice low and trembling. The officer studied Aria closely. “You were swerving back there. Have you been drinking tonight?” Aria swallowed hard, her nerves colliding with the throbbing ache in her cunt. “Just a little,” she admitted. The officer kept his eyes on her, and Aria felt her body react even more beneath his stare. She shifted in he

| ANDRE’S POV | The rain tapped a steady rhythm against my window, matching the thumping in my chest. My room was dark, just the way I needed it. Opposite my window, my friend’s mom, Mrs. Lisa, had her window glowing like a private movie screen made just for me. I had been crushing on her for as long as I could remember, even before her divorce last year, and with each passing day, I found myself watching her more, feeling bolder, unable to look away. I didn’t bother turning on my bedroom light when I got home. I went straight to the chair by my window, my heart already racing. It was almost ten, the exact time Mrs. Lisa always went to bed. And there she was. She stepped into her bedroom, yawning as she stretched her arms above her head. Her shirt lifted just enough to reveal a strip of her bare stomach. I held my breath and watched closely. This was the moment I had been waiting for. Mrs. Lisa moved around her room, putting away laundry, but I didn’t care what she was doing

| ANDRE’S POV | My words slipped out in a ragged whisper. “Yes… God, yes, Mrs. Lisa—it’s so tight. I… love your pussy so fucking much.” But those words were an understatement. She was hot, her pussy wet and impossibly soft, yet so tight it stole the breath from my lungs. Her pussy walls gripped my cock, pulling me deeper, and a guttural groan ripped free from my throat. “Ugghhhhh!” A slow, wicked smile curved across Mrs. Lisa’s lips. “Good. Now fuck me, Andre. Don’t just lie there. Fuck me the way you’ve always wanted to.” The command shattered my hesitation. I drew my hips back until only the tip of my cock lingered inside her pussy, then slammed forward in one smooth, desperate thrust that buried me to the hilt. Mrs. Lisa cried out, a throaty sound of pleasure, her nails biting into my shoulders. I slammed into her with a rhythm that stumbled at first but soon locked into a pace that tore moans from her throat with every thrust. The air grew thick, the room alive with th