All Chapters of SINFUL FANTASIES COLLECTIONS: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Chapter 1 Lyra POV“Hey Dylan, you’re back again tonight?” I said while I wiped down the counter for what felt like the hundredth time, my rag picking up the sticky residue from spilled soda and lint from who knows where.The laundromat stretched out quiet around us, just the steady drone of a couple washers churning away in the far corner and the harsh flicker of those overhead lights that always made everything look a little grimy.It was well past midnight now, my shift dragging on with only a handful of customers trickling in and out, and my back already starting to ache from standing too long in these cheap shoes.But when Dylan pushed through the door with his laundry bag tossed over one shoulder, that familiar spark hit me right in the gut, pulling my attention away from the boredom.He dropped the bag onto the nearest folding table with a thud and sauntered over to the counter, leaning his elbows on it so his face was close to mine, close enough that I caught the faint scent

Chapter 1“Here you go, Kris, your usual pepperoni pizza with extra cheese,” I said, handing over the warm box with a smile that I knew showed off my dimples.I stood there on his doorstep, the evening air cool against my skin, my delivery uniform hugging my curves just right after a long shift.Kris looked up from his wallet, his cheeks flushing that familiar pink as he fumbled for the cash.God, he was cute in that shy way, always ordering the same thing every night around this time, like clockwork.I’d been delivering to him for weeks now, and each time, I’d linger a bit longer, chatting him up, watching him get all nervous and stuttery.He took the box, balancing it on one arm, and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill.“Thanks, Sienna. How much do I owe you again?” His voice was soft, almost hesitant, like he was afraid to say too much.I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms under my chest, pushing my boobs up a little without making it obvious.I’d noticed how his eyes darte

Chapter 2I came hard, my pussy spasming around his fingers, juices dripping down my thighs as I muffled my cry against his shoulder, body shaking in the dark. He kept moving, drawing it out until I sagged against him, panting, the aftershocks making me sensitive and needy all over again.My legs felt weak, like they might give out any second, but the ache between my legs only got worse. I could still feel his fingers inside me, slick and thick, stretching me even after I finished. My clit throbbed every time I shifted, and fresh wetness kept leaking out, running down the inside of my thigh in slow, warm trails. I pressed my face harder into his shoulder, breathing in the smell of his skin mixed with my own arousal, and I whispered right against his ear, voice shaky and low.“That was just the start.”I turned in his arms, slow, my body still trembling a little. My hand went straight down between us, palm pressing over the thick ridge in his jeans. Fuck, he was rock hard, the heat of

Chapter 1 Olivia’s POV “Daddy, please, it was just a little thing, that black lace set with the tiny straps that dig into my skin just right, making me feel all naughty and exposed every time I move. You know I can’t resist stuff like that, especially when I think about how you’d react seeing me in it, your eyes getting that hungry look.” I twisted in the passenger seat, pressing my thighs together as the car hummed along the highway away from the mall, the stolen bag crinkling softly under my jacket. My heart raced with that mix of thrill from pulling it off and the knot of anxiety building because I knew Mr. Liam had spotted me. He always did, his sharp eyes missing nothing, especially not when it came to me acting out. The way his fingers tightened on the steering wheel told me everything, veins standing out on his forearms, his jaw set in that hard line that made my pulse skip. God, why does getting caught by him always stir this heat between my legs? It’s like my b

Chapter 1Amelia POV I held out the stick with the s’more toward Mia, watching the melted chocolate drip down the sides and mix with the gooey marshmallow that was still warm from the fire.The campfire had died down to mostly embers now, popping and crackling softly as the night got colder and darker around our little campsite in the woods.Mr. Thorne was sitting on a log a short distance away, using a long stick to stir the coals, his big shoulders rounded forward a bit against the chill in the air.He had not said much all evening, just sat there mostly quiet, but I kept noticing how his eyes would slide over to us every few minutes, staying on me longer than they should, especially on the way my tank top stuck to my body from the sweat of the day spent hiking and setting up camp.Mia reached across and took the s’more from me, her fingers grazing mine in that light, familiar touch that always made my skin tingle just a little.Her dark hair fell forward over her shoulder as she l