All Chapters of Flesh And Fire: A spicy Erotica Collection : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Kyle's POV I did not take him on the balcony immediately. He needed to rest. I had to admit, taking my huge cock over and over could not be an easy feat. He needed to rest and gain back his strength. As much as he may believe so, I'm not a complete monster. I made him dress up and sit on the kitchen counter while I made breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon for both of us. Like I said, I'm not a monster. Of course I had to have him fed and taken care of. How else would I convince him what I had said earlier was for real? But I have to admit, while he ate and I sat staring at his beautiful face and pretty mouth as he chewed and swallowed, all I could think about was where else we were going to fuck. When he finished his breakfast, I led him to the bathroom so he could get a fresh shower. While he bathed, I laid out some fresh trousers and a hoodie for him to wear when he stepped put, while fighting and loosing the battle with my mind tellingme to go into that bathroom an

Alfred's POVI spent another night in Kyle's place. For the most part because I just could not bring myself to leave... I could not even open my mouth to come up with a reason or an excuse to go back to my place and my life. When I woke up, I was immediately hit with the smell of coffee and the faint sound of water running somewhere in the apartment. For a moment, I laid still on Kyle’s bed, staring at the ceiling, my body still heavy and sore from the night before. He had fucked me on almost every flat surface of his house... I felt like my body was now tattooed on every part of his home. It made me feel weird... In a good way. My skin ached in all the places he’d touched me, and there was no denying the bruises on my hips, and the rawness in my throat. I should have felt wrecked, maybe even humiliated, but all I felt was this gnawing pull that wouldn’t let me go.Kyle.I rolled onto my side, catching sight of the faint city glow spilling through the curtains. I could not get ov

Alfred's POV Moving into Kyle's house was more intense than I thought. But then again, the man was as intense as they fucking come. I worked remotely, so I didn't need to clock in or show up at work in perso so living with him did not cause any serious disruption to my life. What it did was to ground me, his presence was a constant part of the house. Kyle's aura filled the walls, the sofa's, the the air... Everywhere!!!In the one week since I had moved in, we had fucked on every surface of the house, flat and rough alike!! And one one of those days, the evening stretched quiet around us, the city lights a haze against Kyle’s loft windows. He sat with one arm slung across the back of the couch, relaxed, smug in that way that always made me want to both kiss and shake him.I slid closer until our knees touched.“Kyle,” I said, my voice lower than I expected. “Give me a chance to show you a good time tonight.”His head tipped, eyes narrowing with a lazy smile. “A good time is my jo

We were in a disco bar, it was our first date, and I was on my third martini.The date had been going so well, he spoke so freely and in turn I got comfortable.And in hind sight, I would blame it on the liquid courage that was flowing in my veins, but then, my mouth would not stop spewing embarrassing shit. I even told him how, as a kid, I used to fantasize about getting tied up by cowboys outside a saloon bar."Really? As a kid? What kind of mind did you have?" He said, chuckling into his glass of martini."Oh come on. Don't tell me you did not have wild thoughts as a child" I retorted in self defense. "I was a kid. I loved soccer and playing video games. You're the one dreaming of getting rimmed by muscular men" he said, but amazingly did not sound derogatory. He was simply having fun at my expense. "Oh please. I never said anything about rimming" and the look he sent my way had me laughing till tears flowed out of my eyes. "Ok...ok...maybe I thought about it once or twice. You o

Some called it sexual addition, Zoey called it sexual being. Feeling. Becoming. To Zoey, what she was experiencing wasn't an addiction. Nope, sex was a gift to human beings to be cherished, indulged in and completely experienced.She would rather die than be one of those ladies that never explored the depths and length of their sexuality. That's why her pussy was hers. To use and to fuck. Nope. It was not an addiction. It was her life, her own way of life and she would fu'cking leave it to the fullest. Watching porn from her tv screen had become her new favorite way of living. Zoey lay nude on the carpet in front of the wide screen tv, her legs spread wide as she tried hard to imagine the giant cock on the screen between her own lips. She watched in lewd fascination as the cock spewed an enormous amount of cum into the open mouth of the nude woman onscreen with him. She had watched videos on the internet, but this was the first time she had watched one that featured someone she