All Chapters of Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“You didn't know your wife wasn't pregnant?!” Craig yelled at Niall who kept repeating the video over and over again.It was a damning conversation between Jessica and her brother, Kevin, about how they wanted to bury a pregnant woman and kidnap another.“What the hell…” he muttered under his breath.Craig’s eyes narrowed, studying him. “Niall, you seriously had no idea?”Niall looked up sharply. “And how would I know? I don't do anything with her.”Craig raised a brow. “Really? You’re telling me a woman’s living under your roof and you’re not doing anything with her? I find that hard to believe, son. I know you’re smarter that that!”Niall gave a nonchalant shrug. “Believe it or don’t.”Craig tilted his head at him. “Wait... don't tell me all this time, you've still been going around sleeping with the first girl you see.”Niall frowned, setting the laptop down on the desk. “I don't… do that... anymore…” he cleared his throat. “Anyway, I don’t understand why we’re talking about me wh

Megan sat in the lecture hall, surrounded by the rustle of papers as the graded math tests were handed back. She glanced at her sheet and let out a frustrated sigh. It was a C minus… again. She looked at her friend, Glenda, beside her, whose paper boasted a bold red A. Megan shook her head with a wry smile. “I swear, Glenda, your brain must be wired differently. How do you pull off an A in math every single time?”Glenda just shrugged, a small, knowing grin tugging at her lips.Both were college students in their early twenties, and Megan was a very pretty lady with long wavy black hair, and sparkling blue eyes, but those traits weren't just what made her a boy magnet.Her chest too. She had really large boobs, and a very good shape, and to avoid any trouble, she always put on a shirt that covered her completely.Aside from that, she could be a bit competitive.Beneath her charm, though, Megan was competitive. She prided herself on being smarter than her blonde best friend, yet someh

Megan swallowed, throat tight, and began to jiggle her body. Her tits swayed heavily with each motion, awkward and humiliating, but she kept going as he devoured the view.“Turn around.”She turned.“Now shake that ass.”“Sir…” The word trembled out.“Do it,” he snapped.She blinked, bent forward, palms on her thighs, eyes squeezed shut. Then she started twerking, her cheeks clapping together with each awkward bounce.Mr. Calvin’s cock stiffened instantly at the sight of her jiggling flesh.“Faster.”She grimaced but obeyed, hips popping quicker, the rhythm burning her thighs. Minutes dragged like hours.Unknowingly to her, Mr. Calvin took his phone, and began to take videos of her.“Spread those cheeks wide, and don’t stop twerking,” he commanded.Megan’s throat tightened as she forced her trembling hands to her ass, prying the cheeks apart while her hips kept popping in a relentless twerk. A sharp ache began to radiate through her lower back.“Get down on all fours,” Mr. Calvin com

Megan’s eyes shot wide, pupils blown. “What?! Why do you want that for me?!”“Because it’s important,” Mr. Calvin said, voice flat and final. “I don’t care how you pull it off, but get that tight little pussy of yours stretched out nice and loose for me, got it?”Megan shook her head frantically. “No! I don’t get it at all! Please, Sir…”“Shh.” He pressed a finger to her lips. “Your life’s about to level up, Megan. If you can actually make this happen, do you even realize the insane amounts of cash you could rake in?”He smirked, and shoved her flat on her back again. “Start fucking something, anything, for your own good.” His gaze dropped to her ass. “Oh, and one more thing… have you ever taken it up the ass?”Megan swallowed hard, her fear mounting. “Um… y-yeah. It’s been a long time, though,” she admitted nervously.His grin widened. “Wow. That’s really good to hear. Saves me the warm-up. For now, I’m wrecking this cunt.” He loomed over her, eyes raking her body. “Got a lot to teac

It was late in the afternoon Mason had passed out asleep on the living room sofa, while Nelly and Leroy sat close together on the opposite couch, both gazing at Mason’s peaceful, unconscious body.“He’s completely knocked out now,” Nelly said, forcing herself to sound as composed as possible.“Yeah…” Leroy responded flatly.“He… he can’t even handle his alcohol, but he drank way too much anyway…” she added.“Hmm, he must’ve been thrilled beyond belief,” Leroy replied bluntly once more.Nelly swallowed nervously, avoiding his eyes as she stammered, “Um… about us all living together…”“Living together?” He turned to face her. “I’m not crude enough to intrude on your newlywedded phase.”She met his gaze, sensing she’d irritated him, and let out an uneasy laugh. “Sorry if that sounded harsh.”He fixed his stare on her for a long moment before saying, “And Mason definitely wouldn’t approve… of his future wife sharing a home with a man… who’s fucked her senseless.”Nelly’s eyes shot open i