Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories] のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Two days later, the Masons were having a party in the mansion. Ava didn't know exactly what it was about but a lot of Madame Clara’s friends were present amidst othef guests, all of them dressed to the nines.Ava wove through the crowd, a tray of drinks in her hands, her black maid’s dress so tight it hugged her hips and chest, showing off every curve. She felt eyes on her, but one pair burned hotter than the rest, following her from the corner of the room.‘All he does is stare. When will he finally man up?’ she thought, shaking her head. Afterall, her plans could only work if he made the first step.Clara was busy attending to her guests, her blonde hair flawless, her smile fake, but even with how busy she was, she still took time to snap at Ava, humiliating her in front of all her guests.And this made Ava’s anger toward her only burn bright.Ava proceeded to fetch more wine in the quiet hallway, and Rex cautiously followed her. His body brushed hers, his hand firmly grazing her as

Rex thrust into Ava, his cock slamming into her pussy, hard and deep and her screams echoed through the room.Her face contorted, eyes squeezing shut, mouth open like she was about to cry, every inch of his thick cock stretching her walls, filling her completely. His muscled arms pressed against the bed on either side of her, caging her in, his face inches from hers, his eyes locked on her as he pounded into her. The bed creaked under his force, the silk sheets twisting beneath them, and Ava’s screams grew louder. “Yes, yes, yes!”His thrusts were rough inside her, every thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through her. “Fuck, your pussy’s so tight,” Rex growled, his voice thick, his hips slamming against her, his cock hitting deep, grazing every sensitive spot inside her. “Ahh, ahhh…” Ava’s cries filled the room, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking her eyes as she felt him penetrate her walls over and over.She grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her hips buc

Tara’s breath caught at Greg’s words.She should say no, should slam the door in his face, but the truth was, she’d fantasized about him before, about how a man like him could ride her senseless.And now here he was, offering her a way out, wrapped in a temptation she wasn’t sure she wanted to resist.Tara swallowed, trying to keep her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. “One night?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You think you’re worth a month’s rent, Greg?”He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made her stomach flutter. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m worth a lot more than that.” He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Let me show you.”Before she could second-guess herself, Tara grabbed the front of his jacket, pulling him inside and kicking the door shut behind him. The apartment felt smaller with him in it, his presence filling the space as he backed her against the wall, his hands on her hips, his body pressed close. Her heart raced, her skin tingling w

In the big city of Astria, Letty Patel, a beautiful, elegant woman with long, straight black hair and striking blue eyes sat behind her desk at Patel Enterprises.As the project manager in her father’s company, she was the type who’d go to any length just to make him proud.The office door opened, and Letty glanced up from the file in her hands as her personal assistant, Sasha, stepped in.With a pleasant smile, Sasha approached and said, “President Cole from Brookhill just reached out. He said he’d only consider the $3 million project if you’re the one he meets.”Letty arched an eyebrow. “Is that right? Well, we can’t afford to lose a deal that big. When and where does he want to meet?”“In two hours. Tiff Restaurant,” Sasha replied.Letty gave a nod. “Alright. You can go.”Not long after, her phone rang. Seeing it was her father, Jacob, she let out a quiet sigh before picking up. “Hi, Dad.”“The project with President Cole, why haven’t we heard back? Is he still interested in our co

President Cole wasn’t Letty’s first rodeo, he was the fifth sleazy bastard to demand her body as a down payment for a signature. Old, powerful men, some with trophy wives waiting at home, others with cold, ruthless hearts, all trading their clout for a chance to plow her holes.And Letty never protested.To everyone else, she was the epitome of success: a stunning, commanding manager of her father’s company, dripping with elegance, the kind of woman others dreamed of becoming. But behind closed doors, her path to power was paved with secret, cum-soaked deals, sucking, fucking, and riding her way to the top, one dirty contract at a time. Older men, their cocks hard for her, their signatures even harder to get without her bending over or dropping to her knees.Her one ironclad rule? Never get caught.So far, giving in to their filthy demands had only propelled her higher, made her father gush with pride over his daughter’s “business genius,” oblivious to the sticky, sweaty fucks that s