All Chapters of SINFUL FANTASIES:Short Forbidden Erotica Collections.: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 4Ava’s POV“What’s happening here?”Ethan’s voice cracked through the room like a gunshot and everything inside me froze solid. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it would burst. I was still straddling Luke, Sean’s cock buried deep in my ass, Max’s cum cooling on my face and tits, thick rivers of it sliding down my neck. Luke’s dick was still inside my pussy, twitching every time I breathed, and every inch of me was soaked, sticky, filthy. The air reeked of sex and sweat and cum and I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t even do anything except stare at Ethan standing in the doorway with his keys in one hand and pure murder in his eyes.His gaze dragged over me slow, taking in every single detail. My swollen pussy lips stretched wide around Luke’s cock, the way Sean’s balls were pressed tight against my ass. The white globs dripping out of both holes and pooling on the sheets beneath us. My nipples hard and red from being sucked and bitten, my mo

Chapter 6.Max suddenly grabbed my hips with both hands and yanked me up onto all fours, my knees scraping the floor a bit as he positioned me. “Time to fuck her proper, Ethan,” he said, his voice rough with lust. “Show her who she really belongs to, pound that pussy until she remembers.”Ethan pulled out of my mouth with a loud wet pop, thick strings of spit hanging from my lips to his cock and dripping down my chin, and he shoved me down onto my back on the bed rough, climbing over me quick and lining his cock up with my pussy before slamming in balls deep in one brutal thrust that made me scream out loud, my back arching high off the sheets, my nails digging deep into his shoulders as he split me open all over again, bottoming out so deep I felt the pressure in my stomach like he was rearranging me inside.“You let them stretch you out like this?” he growled low in my ear, his hands grabbing my nipples and pinching them so hard between his fingers that I sobbed out from the sharp

Chapter 2She crushed her mouth against mine, kissing me filthy, her tongue shoving in deep and licking across my teeth, tasting like cherry gum and pure sex. I kissed her back desperately, clumsily, my hands grabbing her tiny waist and pulling her closer because I couldn’t help it.Mia sank down between my spread thighs, pushing my knees wider until they hit the doors, and I felt her hot breath on my cock first, then her tongue dragging up the underside slowly, tracing every single vein from my balls to the slit. “Watch me, Alex,” she said, looking up at me with those big eyes all watery already. “Watch me suck your virgin cock for the very first time.”She opened her mouth wide and took just the head in, sucking gentle at first, her lips stretching around my thickness until they turned white. The heat was insane, the wetness, the soft suction pulling at my slit, my hips jerked up hard and I shoved deeper into her mouth without meaning to. She moaned around me, the vibration sho

Chapter 4Lia’s Pov"Speed up a little," I said, pinching his nipple through his shirt, twisting just enough to make him gasp. "But don't crash, or we'll punish you by not letting you cum for an hour." He pressed the gas, the car surging forward, his strokes getting faster without meaning to, precum leaking over his fingers in sticky strings.Mia reached over and replaced his hand with hers, jerking him firm and steady, her wrist twisting at the top just how he liked from earlier. "Tell us what you're thinking, Alex," she demanded, her other hand sliding under her skirt to rub her clit, the wet sounds filling the car. "Be dirty, say it out loud."He groaned, eyes flicking to the mirror to look at me, then back to the road. "I... I can't stop thinking about your pussies," he admitted, his voice breaking. "How tight you both were, how you tasted on my tongue, the way you squirted on me. I want more, want to fuck you both again, make you scream louder.""That's it," I encouraged, leani

Chapter 1Connor’s POVI sat at the long oak dining table in our house, the one Mom polished once a year for big family dinners, stabbing at the roast chicken on my plate with my fork while trying my hardest not to stare straight across at Mrs. Harper. She was Mom’s best friend from their college days, staying the whole weekend with her daughter Riley who was the same age as me, nineteen, and planted right next to me scrolling through her phone and laughing at some dumb video. The table was piled high with food, steaming mashed potatoes, buttery green beans, fresh baked rolls, gravy thick enough to coat a spoon, and everyone was talking over each other the way they always did at these things. Dad at the head of the table telling his same old golf stories, Mom passing bowls and refilling wine glasses, Riley kicking my shin under the table every few minutes just to mess with me.But Mrs. Harper, Laura, she was the real problem sitting there in that tight black dress that hugged every