All Chapters of Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ally’s lips parted on a sharp gasp as Shawn sank fully inside her, the thick stretch forcing a needy whine from her throat. Her arms wound tight around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him.“S-Shawn… your cock… it’s so big inside me,” she whimpered, voice trembling with pleasure. Her hips rolled instinctively, grinding up to meet him, chasing every inch of that fullness.Shawn cradled her face between his palms, thumbs brushing her flushed cheeks as he held her gaze. “Let me take over now, Ally,” he murmured, voice low. “And don’t worry… when I’m done, you won’t be walking straight for days.”A little smile curved her lips at the promise. “Yes… I want it rough, Shawn. Give it to me.”Their bodies locked together, chest to chest, hips flush and Shawn started moving. Slow at first, then harder, faster, each thrust driving deep, rocking them both against the mattress. “Oh God…” Ally’s cry broke free as she clutched him tighter, like he was the only thing kee

Alexa’s pregnancy was impossible to miss now, her belly round and heavy beneath the stretched fabric of her singlet.She saw the exact second his gaze dropped to her stomach and realization hit her like ice water. She’d messed up. Badly.Face hardening, she turned without another word and hurried toward the door.Brad reached out and gently caught her wrist, turning her back toward him.“What are you doing?” she demanded, eyes darting from his hand on her arm to his face.Brad released her immediately, palms up in apology.“I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t realize you were pregnant. Is that what you’ve been trying to hide?”Alexa was starting to panic.She knew Vivian was the kind of woman who turned any piece of gossip into neighborhood headline news within hours.She drew a trembling breath.“This is my business, sir. It’s not your concern. Please… just leave me alone.”Brad gave a slow, understanding nod.“You’re right. It’s not my place.” He paused, studying her. “I’m a guidance couns

The kiss was sudden, hungry, almost rough. Alexa’s eyes flew wide in shock and her hands flew to his shoulders, pushing hard until she broke free.“What are you doing?” Her voice cracked with disbelief and rising panic. “You have a wife, Brad. We can’t…this isn’t…we can’t do this. Please.”Brad dropped her hands down and asked, “Don’t you want it? You're pregnant, all alone and scared. This is the only way to keep yourself busy. Your whole body will be busy and you’ll have something to look forward to.”Alexa stared at him, stunned, voice trembling with disbelief.“Is this how you ‘help’ people? You just… sleep with anyone who comes to you with their problems?”Brad let out a low, easy chuckle and shook his head.“You’re different. An exception. And I’m not getting paid for this, am I?” His eyes held hers, steady and unapologetic. “When I look at you, I know exactly what you need right now.”He rose from the sofa and extended his hand.“Come here.”Almost against her better judgment,

Alexa’s heavy, swollen breasts spilled free, nipples already dark and hard, while her round, pregnant belly curved proudly between them, skin taut and glowing.She leaned down until her lips hovered just above his, breath mingling as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and peeled them down her thighs, letting them slide off completely.“Since you’re using me too,” she whispered against his mouth, eyes locked on his, “don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare kick me aside when you’re done. I took a huge risk letting you in… and you promised. You promised you’d keep me busy, keep me full, until I give birth.”She shifted her hips forward, aligning the swollen head of his cock with her entrance. Then, with a slow, sultry exhale, she sank down onto him, inch by thick, stretching inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside her.A low, trembling moan escaped her as she felt him throb deep within her walls.“See?” she breathed, voice shaking with pleasure. “I’m already so fu

Alexa stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, staring at her reflection with a smile on her face. The red gown Brad had gotten for her clung elegantly to her curves with a deep V-neckline that framed the full swell of her breasts and a flowing skirt that draped gracefully over the pronounced roundness of her pregnant belly. A black lace mask rested on the dresser beside her, waiting to be tied on.For months she had avoided mirrors because she was scared to see who she would find staring back.But all thanks to Brad, she felt even better than she’d ever been and she looked radiant.He had insisted on taking her out tonight to a private, exclusive masked ball at one of the upscale hotels downtown. She smoothed her palms over the silk covering her belly, feeling the gentle flutter of movement.“It would be sad to see him go, wouldn’t it?” she whispered to the little life inside her. “But unfortunately… Brad isn’t ours. He belongs to someone else.”Her fingers stayed,