All Chapters of Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

My husband’s pathetic dick can’t satisfy me anymore. Not since that pussy-destroying, soul-shattering threesome with him and his hung-as-fuck brother, Dennis. My cunt’s been throbbing, leaking, aching for that veiny black monster cock to split me open again, stretch me till I scream, and flood my womb with his thick cum. Drey and I have always been filthy, nasty, fuck-like-animals since 11th grade. Back then, we were just horny fuck buddies — no rules, no limits. Any cock could slam into my dripping, greedy pussy, and Drey could pound any hole he wanted. It was our dirty little pact to keep our dicks and cunts satisfied, soaked, and sore. But marriage fucked that up. No more random dicks wrecking my cunt unless Drey’s there — watching, stroking, joining in. Threesomes became our nasty little ritual —cum-drenched orgies with the private chef, the plumber, the immigration agent, even the fucking mayor. Drey’s deep in politics, so our bed’s been a cum-soaked playground for every powerfu

“This thing between us is useless, Luca. He doesn’t even care.”My voice cracked as I spoke, my fingers gripping the railing beside me. “He doesn’t seem to be bothered seeing me with someone else. I feel so stupid right now.”Luca’s jaw tightened. He leaned back against the locker, arms crossed.“I was thinking of confronting him,” I muttered, tugging at the hem of my crop top, nipples perking out “but I’d look dumb confronting someone who doesn’t give a shit about me. Worst canon event ever.”“Then break up with him,” Luca said flatly.“You think it’s that easy?”“Yes, it is,” he snarled, stepping closer, his breath brushing my forehead. “He doesn’t love you… he’s cheating, girl. Grow out of your delusions. He’s gone. Bro… is just using you for your money, and you can’t see that because you’re blinded by whatever the hell you call ‘love’.”He dragged a hand down his face, annoyed. “I’m tired of advising your ass. You always do the opposite. So do whatever the hell you want… but when

“Uhmm… it’s just a cheek kiss, nothing deep,” I muttered under my breath, trying to play it cool.“Okay then… fair play. I’ll come to your hostel by 11 p.m. I’ll drive,” he said, his voice smooth.“You can drive?” I asked, my eyes widening in genuine awe.“Yes, sure. Why not?”“Oh, didn’t expect that,” I replied, biting my lower lip to hide a grin.“I have to go now, okay?” I said, already turning to leave.“Yeah, sure, babe,” he called out.I rolled my eyes hard. “Don’t give me that attitude. Who knows? We could start an actual relationship. You never know where this could lead.” He said.“Hmm, bravo! So confident of you. I think I’m done with relationships for now. I just wanna foreplay around,” I shot back.“Err… we could be foreplay buddies,” he suggested, a smirk tugged on his lips.“Huh… is that even a word?” I chuckled, shaking my head.“I don’t know about that, but since you don’t want your so-called dripping pussy violated… we’d be foreplay buddies instead of fuck buddies.”

“Oh, hello, sexy. Looks like you’re finding it hard to get on the Smith machine, handsome. Why don’t I help you? Looks like you need a little help,” I muttered, my hands slowly tracing his laps, my fingertips brushing just enough to make him tingle. He flinched hard, yanking one AirPod out. “Are you… talking to me?” he asked, voice low. Crap. “You didn’t get what I said? Well, whatever… I was just trying to flirt with you.” I cleared my throat. “But actually, are you finding it hard to get on the machine? Because uhmm…” I swallowed hard. “You’re not doing it right.” He sat up straighter, rolling his shoulders back. “Yeah… I actually do need a little assistance. It’s my first time hitting the gym. I really don’t know how any of this shit works. I was even thinking about getting a personal trainer,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, fair enough…but why pay for a personal trainer when I’m right here, baby?” His whole face lit up, eyes going wide. “Really? You’d t

He could barely move. I yanked him up, spun him, shoved him to his knees again. His face was wrecked—eyes red, lips swollen, spit everywhere. “Suck the taste of your own ass off me.” He dove in like he was starving. Gagging, choking, drooling all over himself. I fucked his throat till he couldn’t breathe, till snot ran down his lip, till he was clawing at my thighs just to pull off for air. I pulled out, slapped his face with my wet dick—left, right, left—smearing spit and precum all over his cheeks. “Open.” He did. I shoved back in and nutted straight down his throat, hips jerking, groaning loud and filthy. He swallowed what he could, the rest spilled out the sides, running down his neck with the water. He coughed, wheezing, but I wasn’t done. I dragged him up, bent him over the bench again, spread him wide. His hole was gaping, red, twitching. “Still hungry?” I muttered. He nodded frantically. “Please—need more—” I pushed back slowly this time, just to feel him fl