All Chapters of DIRTY DESIRES: A Short Steamy Erotica Collections.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Delilah’s POVA wave of pleasure that was pleasantly new to me washed down my body. James' warm mouth caressed mine as his finger went deep into my pussy. One of the things I was eternally grateful for about him was how good a kisser he was. With his lips expertly gliding against mine and his fingers curling upward in my pussy, my mind was rendered useless. His kisses became more frantic, demanding as he started thrusting his finger into my pussy. I felt my pussy clenching around his fingers, my whole body going tense from the pressure that began to build up inside me. James’ finger moved faster, until I was dizzy with pleasure. The presence of his finger as it slid in and out of my moist pussy eclipsed every thought in my mind. Even as he pleased me with his finger, I felt my hunger for him growing to unbelievable levels. I’d never wanted anything in the world as bad as I wanted him at that moment. My body yearned for him, same as my mind and soul. “James…” I moaned, throwing my he

Delilah’s POV I let out a deep breath as I tried to adjust to the invasion of James’ cock. It wasn’t the first time I was having him there, but it had certainly never felt that good to have him sliding into my cunt like that. All my muscles pulled together and I grabbed a fistful of the bedsheet just to have something to hold onto.James took his time going in, allowing me to savor the sensation of his cock gliding against my walls. Once he was buried deep inside me, he paused to give me time to adapt to his presence in my pussy. “You’re so fucking wet,” he muttered, pulling his cock out slowly. “Jamess…” I moaned, barely able to recognize my own voice. He thrust into me, harder this time than the last. “Yes, baby. Say my name, baby. I want to hear you say my name as I fuck you.”“Oh, fuckkk,” I groaned. He continued thrusting into me, picking up the pace until he was going faster than I could handle. I held onto the bedsheet as if it could save me from James’ enthusiastic thrust

Delilah’s POV A heavy downpour started as soon as I got to James’ house. Heaving a relieved sigh, I gave the door a quick rap and waited. It opened almost immediately but the person standing in front of me wasn’t who I expected. James’ father stared down at me and a smile slowly spread across his face. “Uh… good morning, sir,” I said, my heart speeding as I remembered what happened the last time I saw him. “Hi, Delilah. Just call me Jerome.” His smile widened and he offered me a hand. I took it hesitantly but I only made the briefest possible contact with his surprisingly soft palm. “Is James at home?” I asked, even though I’d texted James earlier to confirm that he was. “Yeah. But he’s not in the house right now. He’s running a quick errand. Come in.” His smile remained on his face as he ushered me into the house. At the thought of being alone in the house with James’ father, my heart sped up even further. Jerome, on the other hand, didn’t seem bothered about it as he

James’ POV I tried to stifle a yawn as I stepped into the house. The usually short trip back home from the mall had been anything but. An empty living room greeted me as I walked in and all my senses immediately went on high alert. My dad would never leave the front door open and not be somewhere close to it. That had always been the new status quo, after the home invasion we suffered a year ago. “Dad? I’m home,” I called out, locking the door behind me. An absolute silence settled over the room as the sound of my voice faded away. My heart started racing as I swept the living room with my eyes. It didn’t seem like there had been any issues there, but that did nothing to ease my fears. My heart rate doubled as I hurried to the small lounge that separated the living room from the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Dumping the paper bags in my hands on a large sofa, I ran off to the kitchen. Just like the living room, I found it empty. “Dad?” I called out again, eagerly anticipating a

Delilah’s POV A light wind blew across as I hurried down the street. It was quite chilly that night but I was more worried about getting to my destination as soon as possible. It had been a week since the last time I was at James’ house and that one week had been the longest ever. No James meant no Jerome. And that also meant no nerve-wracking orgasm. I’d been nothing but miserable all through. I tried touching myself but that didn’t give me even up to half of the pleasure I could have gotten from James and his father. So when the opportunity to sneak out presented itself that night, I didn’t think twice before taking it. I had it at the back of my mind that I was done for if my mother found out, but the promise of being with James and his father easily trumped that. A good orgasm was worth whatever my mother was going to do to me. I quickened my pace, digging my hands into the pocket of my hoodie. What seemed like a quarter of an hour later, I arrived at the Harpers’ doorstep. I o