All Chapters of Flesh And Fire: A spicy Erotica Collection : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

"You know what? I don't fucking care what you say, we're going back to my place to spend the night." Like finally said as he righted himself, pulling up his pants. " and why would I do that?" I asked, doing my best to keep any kind of joy at the news from my face."Because, smart ass, those robbers got access to your house before, they could do it again. You're safer in my house."And just like that, I was shipped off to Frank' apartment.I walked into the large room and almost plopped on the familiar bed. We used to spend so much time in that bed... Nostalgia hit me like stack of bricks. Frank bends down and grabs a handful of his sheet, bringing it up to his nose. He gathers them up, mumbling something under his breath, and takes them out of the room, returning moments later with a clean set. “Sorry,” he says, meeting my eyes. I shrug, watching as he makes the bed, leaving the covers turned down before looking over at me for approval. I scramble back onto the bed and lean agai

“I hate you for not telling me why you broke up with me. That shit came out of nowhere, and you just dropped me like I never meant anything to you. I was going fucking crazy, and you ignored me." If he wasn't drilling into me, I would have thought he was crying."You wouldn’t talk to me. You wouldn’t give me shit. I deserved a fucking reason, and you treated me like it was nothing. Like I was nothing.” His lips fall open with a groan, and I reach up and flatten my hand against his chest, right over his tattoo. My eyes well up with tears as my body begins to heat up. Frank,” I whisper, sliding my hand along his skin to his neck, gripping him to bring us closer. He grabs my hand, flattens it above my head, and locks it there with my other, holding me at my wrists. His thrusts pick up, become wild and frantic, as our eyes stay on each other, never breaking contact. “I hate that I felt shit for you I never wanted to feel for anyone,” he says, dropping his forehead against min

Something about waking up in bed to a raging storm just outside my window just does it for me. Really, sex during a storm is unmatched. And just like it has for the past week or so, the storm wakes me. The heavy weather has finally broken and brought with it fresh relief. I slide out of bed and sit behind the curtains. The window seat surrounds me, a little box of moonlight and flickering lightning. Thunder rolls the pouring rain from the clouds and I can see it spitting and bouncing on the street, when the moonlight allows. I grow cold, nipples stiff, shoulders shivery. But I don’t go back to bed. The street is deserted, all cats and foxes sheltering from the storm. The room lies dark behind the thick curtains.This is the witching hour.I hear the sheets move at the stir of a body. The bed creaks, feet pad close. The curtains pull aside, open to the dark and the warmth of the room. Of him—bed and sleep heated. I know that smell well; so many nights, I’ve laid beside his sleepin

We had a short trip planned and I was seriously stoked for it. On our way to Evelyn’s parents’ cottage, we decided to pay my boyfriend Bryan’s grandmother a quick visit. She was a tad traditional, he warned, but the four of us—Evelyn, her boyfriend Kim, plus Bryan and I—had all been crammed in the car so long we couldn’t refuse a stretch. Anyway, his grandmother lived all alone, only distant neighbors looking in on her. It was a bit of a sad situation, really.Bryan’s grandmother greeted Evelyn, Bryan and me with a friendly smile, tea and cookies. Kim “the foreigner” got tea and cookies, but no smile. Classy.As we stared out the front window in silence, the skies opened up. It poured like I’d never seen. Rain turned to hail and the steel sky turned charcoal.“Do you think we could stay overnight?” Bryan asked his grandmother. “We hate to impose, but it’s not safe to drive.”“Of course! Stay!” Grandma replied. She glared noticeably at Kim before eying all four of us. “There are two

Frank layed back on a beach chair and gazed lovingly at Tara strolling towards him in a black bikini. She was gorgeous, as always, and Frank couldn’t take his eyes off of her, almost mesmerized by the sight of her. The sound of the waves crashing and the birds cawing was all they heard before a popping sound that was Tara’s top breaking before it fell off. She looked around, but nobody was there so she kept walking towards Frank, now with much more of a seductive smile than before and he couldn’t help but look at her breasts. He felt himself getting hard as she walked up tugging on either side of her bikini bottom’s straps before Tara pulled on them. The next thing Frank knew he wasn’t wearing bottoms either and Tara straddled him, taking the tip of his cock before she inched her way down, resting her breasts on Frank’s face as she went. He felt Tara getting tighter and sucked on her nipple yet found it hard to do as her tits bounced, brushing against his face. Frank moaned as h