All Chapters of SINFUL FANTASIES:Short Forbidden Erotica Collections.: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Chapter 4Her words hit me like a punch, my cock jumping in my pants, swelling thick and hard under the desk. I shifted in my seat, crossing my legs to hide the bulge, but it only made the friction worse, pre-cum soaking through.“Sophie, seriously, not here,” I hissed back, my face hot, but my eyes darted to her chest anyway, remembering exactly how those full tits had looked last night—round and heavy in black lace, nipples dark and stiff, pressing forward like they were trying to escape the fabric.She chuckled softly, the sound low and private, her lips brushing the shell of my ear again. “Why not? No one’s paying attention. Bet your dick’s rock hard right now, thinking about my nipples getting stiff for you. Or maybe Bella’s—hers are probably poking through her shirt already, aren’t they?” Her hand dropped under the desk for just a heartbeat, fingers grazing the top of my thigh, squeezing the muscle there before retreating like nothing happened. The brief contact sent a fresh

Chapter 6I dove in, tongue plunging into her folds, lapping up her juices, sucking her clit hard while she ground against my mouth, hands in my hair pulling me closer. Her taste flooded me, sweet and musky, thighs trembling around my head. “Yes, just like that, lick me deeper,” she panted, hips rolling faster.Bella rode me harder, slamming down onto my cock with wet, filthy slaps that echoed through the living room, her ass cheeks rippling every time she bottomed out. The couch groaned under the force, springs protesting as she bounced faster, her tight pussy gripping me like a fist, slick walls dragging along every inch of my shaft on the upstroke before she dropped again, taking me balls-deep. Her moans came out broken and desperate, high-pitched little cries that mixed with Sophie’s lower, throatier groans from where she straddled my face.“Fuck!! Ethan—your cock’s so thick, you’re splitting me open,” Bella panted, her nails raking down my chest hard enough to leave red trail

Chapter 2Lila’s POVThe car hit another pothole, and Marcus's pinky dragged right along that sensitive edge again, pressing just enough to make my whole body jerk. I clamped my thighs together without thinking, but that only trapped his hand there, his fingers flexing against my skin. Tyler's thumb kept up that slow circle on my nipple, the pressure building with every bump, and I swear my tits felt heavier, aching under his palm. The radio blasted on, Mom and Dad up front going on about some family barbecue next weekend, completely clueless.I shifted in my seat, trying to create some space, but Tyler's arm stayed draped across me like it belonged there. His breath hit my neck when he leaned closer, pretending to stretch. "Are you cold or something? Your skin's all goosebumpy," he muttered, his voice low and rough, like he was fighting to keep it steady. His thumb flicked over my nipple this time, not circling, just a quick tap that shot straight down to my pussy.Marcus chuck

Chapter 4 Lila’s POV“Please,” I whispered again, the word scraping out of my raw throat like I’d been screaming for hours even though I hadn’t. My whole body was shaking so hard the couch cushions were trembling under me. “I can’t—I can’t take any more of this edging shit. I need you inside me, right fucking now.”Marcus’s eyes flicked to Tyler, something dark and wordless passing between them, then he stood up slow, towering over me while his dick strained against the front of his shorts like it was trying to rip free. He reached down, grabbed my wrist—not gentle—and hauled me to my feet. My legs almost buckled. I was so wet my thighs were slick all the way to my knees, and standing made fresh heat drip down the inside of one leg.“Bedroom,” he said, his voice thick. “The couch is too small for what we’re about to do to you.”Tyler was already moving, hand fisted in the back of my skirt like a leash, guiding me ahead of him while Marcus kept my wrist locked in his grip. We stum

Chapter 2 Aurora’s POVLiam kept his forehead right against mine and his hand stayed locked around the back of my neck like he owned every inch of me already. His breath came out slow and hot across my mouth and I could smell the weed still clinging to him mixed with something sharper like pure want. Dylan’s fingers kept sliding higher under my shirt until his whole palm covered my tit and he squeezed hard enough that my knees almost buckled right there in the middle of the living room.I could not stop shaking. My pussy was clenching over and over on nothing and the ache had turned into this sharp burning throb that made tears keep rolling down my cheeks even though I was not really sad. I just needed it to stop. I needed them to fill me up and wreck me so the drug would finally let go.“Please,” I said again and my voice came out all broken and wet. “I am not joking around. It hurts so bad I cannot even think straight. Just fuck me already. I do not care how you do it. I need