บททั้งหมดของ SINFUL FANTASIES:Short Forbidden Erotica Collections.: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Chapter 2 I panted quietly, fixing my bikini as he floated away casual, like nothing happened. My pussy throbs empty now, sore from the rough fuck, but his words echo in my head. What does he mean it is not enough? My body still shaking, heart racing, as our parents kept chatting, none the wiser.I floated there in the pool, my body still trembling from the orgasm he had forced out of me, his cum mixing with the water around my thighs, sticky and warm even in the cool depths. My pussy throbbed, raw from his thick cock stretching me wide, pounding me while our parents sat just feet away, chatting like nothing was happening.I fixed my bikini bottoms with shaking hands, the fabric clinging wet to my swollen lips, and tried to steady my breathing. Ethan floated back a bit, that arrogant smirk on his face, his swim trunks adjusted like he had not just fucked me raw in front of them. But wait what the hell just happened? His dick was so deep inside me, slamming hard, and I came twic

Chapter 2The second her footsteps faded up the stairs, the air in the room thickened, charged with raw, forbidden lust. Mark stayed seated at the table, his dark eyes locked on me as I grabbed a cloth and started wiping down the surface. I made a show of it, bending over far more than necessary, my short skirt hiking up to reveal the curve of my ass cheeks, the lacy edge of my thong peeking out like a tease.I could feel his gaze burning into me, hot and hungry, tracing the lines of my body. My pussy clenched at the thought, dripping wet now, the fabric of my panties soaked through. "Do you need any help with anything else, Mark?" I asked sweetly, turning to face him with that fake-innocent smile, my voice dripping with suggestion.He rose from his chair slowly, his tall frame towering over me like a predator closing in. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable now, thick and prominent, tenting the front of his jeans. "Emily, what the fuck are you doing?" he growled, his voice l

Chapter 4.Days turned into weeks, our forbidden affair igniting like a wildfire we couldn't, and didn't want to, extinguish it.We stole moments wherever we could, turning the mundane into something raw and depraved. Quick gropes in the hallway when Mom was in the shower, his fingers slipping under my skirt to tease my dripping pussy while I bit my lip to stifle moans. Late-night texts summoning me to the garage for a rough fuck against the workbench, his cock slamming into me from behind as tools clattered to the floor.But the real thrill came in the riskiest places, where discovery loomed like a shadow, heightening every touch, every thrust.One of my favorites was in the car, on those mornings when he drove me to my college classes. The routine started innocently enough, him offering to drop me off on his way to work, Mom waving us goodbye from the porch with her coffee in hand. But as soon as we pulled out of the driveway and onto the quiet suburban streets, the air shifted,

Chapter One.The party noise leaked through the front door before anyone even opened it. Music thumped low, voices rose and fell, and the smell of grilled meat drifted in from the backyard, I stood in the kitchen wiping down the counter for the third time, trying to look busy. My sister Mia had invited half the neighborhood over to celebrate her boyfriend's twenty-fifth birthday, she had been dating Jake for eight months, and tonight he was bringing his friends from the gym, I told myself I did not care, but my stomach kept twisting every time I pictured him walking in.The truth was simpler and messier than that, I had seen Jake exactly three times before tonight, once when Mia brought him home for dinner and I barely said ten words. Once at the grocery store when I pretended not to notice them, and once through my bedroom window when he pulled up in his truck to pick her up, and I watched him from behind the curtain like some creep. Each time left me feeling the same way. Guilty

Chapter 3.A rough hand clamped down on my wrist, yanking me backward with enough force to make my shoulder jolt and my balance falter. I stumbled, my heart exploding into a frantic hammer against my ribcage, thudding so loud I swore it echoed in the dim living room. Spinning around, fuck there was Jake, towering over me, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave red marks, bruising the flesh. His eyes were wild, his pupils blown wide with something feral, his chest heaving with ragged breaths that flared his nostrils. That jaw of his, clenched tight, the muscle jumping like it was about to snap.Heat poured off him in waves, slamming into me, and that scent, fint, stale beer mingling with the sharp, clean bite of his soap, filled my lungs, making my head spin."Jake," I choked out, my voice cracking like a fucking teenager, shaky and raw. What the hell was this? He was supposed to be upstairs, tangled in sheets with Mia, passed out cold after whatever bullshit party