All Chapters of RAW DESIRES:{50 Erotica Stories}: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

NikkiThe tires crunched over the gravel driveway as Mom’s car rolled to a stop. My stomach twisted when I looked up at the house, it was three stories tall, all gray stone and white trim, like something out of a magazine. The kind of place where everything smelled like money and secrets.“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Mom’s voice trembled with excitement. Her fingers squeezed mine, warm and hopeful.“Yeah,” I lied, forcing a smile. The house looked like it had never heard laughter before.The front door opened before we even got out of the car. A tall man with salt-and-pepper hair stepped out, his smile wide and genuine. That was Daniel, he was my Mom’s new husband. He kissed her cheek like they’d been married forever, then turned to me.“And this must be Nikki,” he said, shaking my hand. His grip was firm and reassuring. “Welcome home.”Home. The word sat wrong in my chest.Then I saw him.He leaned against the railing just behind Daniel, arms crossed, eyes cold and unreadable. Tall, sharp

The weight pinned me down, the vibrators still humming inside my holes. Then he gripped his cock and slapped it against my neck, the heavy meat smacking my skin with wet thuds. Pre-cum smeared across my shoulder as he ground against me, his balls resting hot against my bound wrists. “Feel that? This is what you get for invading my home.” He snarled, slapping his cock harder on my neck, leaving a sticky trail on my skin as he laughed.His cock kept slapping against my neck, the thick length thudding rhythmically as he rocked his hips. Each impact sent a jolt through me, the skin there tingling from the repeated hits. Pre-cum dripped down, cooling on my hot flesh, mixing with the sweat beading on my body. The vibrators buzzed relentlessly inside me…one stretching my asshole, the other filling my pussy, pushing me toward another edge. My muscles clenched around them, the dual sensations making my thighs quiver, wetness seeping out despite the ache in my rear.Roland leaned forward, his

When we were done with the dishes I went to my bedroom and locked the door, I couldn't tell if he was crazy enough to badge into my room with our parents were around. Lying in bed, I traced the bruises with tentative fingers, wincing at the heat under my skin. Sleep evaded me, mind replaying the toys, his cock slamming into my pussy. I hated it but loved it at the same time, the way the pain twisted into something electric. I squeezed my thighs together, I was getting wet. I punched my pillow until dawn crept in trying to stop myself from thinking about it.Morning came too soon. Our parents went off to work early, the house was silent again. I showered, locking the door this time, scrubbing viciously but the marks were still on my body, there were fading welts on my ass, my tender nipples were still peaked from the clamps’ memory.I quickly dressed up for my college classes, backpack slung over one shoulder, I headed downstairs for coffee. Roland lounged at the kitchen island, shirt

A shiver ran up my spine….not just from the heat, but from the way my clit was throbbing, at the memory of his tongue lapping there. I pressed harder, circling but stopped short, breath hitching. I got out and dressed in jeans that chafed my inner thighs and a loose tee that hid the marks and went downstairs. Mom stood at the stove, flipping eggs, her hair tied back in a ponytail. “Morning, honey. Did you sleep well?” She asked, glancing over, spatula in hand and smiled brightly.“Yeah,” I muttered, sliding onto a stool at the island. Daniel sat across, holding a newspaper in one hand and sipping coffee. He nodded, eyes crinkling. “Big plans today?”“Just classes.” I muttered, pouring cereal into a bowl and adding milk. Then Roland entered shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips, V of muscle leading down. His gaze locked on me immediately, a slow rake from my face to my chest, lingering where the tee draped loose.“Hey, family.” He said, grabbing a mug and pouring coffee black, leanin

I ignored him, getting up with my plate, rinsing it in the sink, then he suddenly slammed his body against mine. Chest to my back, arms caging me to the counter, his erection grinding into my ass through the thin fabric. “Missed this,” he growled low, breathing hot on my ear, one hand yanking my head back by the hair. Pain shot through my scalp, then I gripped the edge of the sink.“Let go.” My voice came out shaky, but he laughed, diving his other hand under my shirt, shoving the bra up to palm my breast. His fingers clamped the nipple, twisting hard, sending jolts straight to my core. I bucked against him, but it only pressed his cock harder between my ass cheeks. He started rocking forward, the friction building heat.He yanked my jeans down in a swift tug, pooling at my knees, panties following. Cool air hit my bare skin, then he cracked his palm across my ass, the sting blooming immediately, followed by another and another, smacking it harder, flesh jiggling under the impact. “