Alle Kapitel von Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

A man stretched out on the floor beneath her, and the others parted her thighs wide before guiding her downward to straddle his face, their hands never ceasing their greedy gropes on her heaving breasts.Thea shifted eagerly, aligning her pussy right over his mouth and splaying her legs even farther in the confined space, desperate to amplify the sweet ache building within her core.Her torso arched backward under the pull of hands mauling her breasts, and she met the lips of one man in a kiss which she returned with fervent hunger.The one beneath her drove his tongue deep into her entrance, twisting and probing inside, while another knelt between her spread thighs, his fingers tugging and exposing her swollen clit upward for added torment.She broke from the first kiss only to be claimed by another’s mouth, her moans muffled against new lips as a third trailed wet licks along the curve of her neck, all the while, their palms roughly kneaded her breasts.Her lips were traded from one

It was six in the evening, and flashing red and blue lights filled her rearview mirror like an unwelcome alarm clock.Emma gripped the steering wheel tighter with an annoyed groan, her knuckles whitening. She had been doing eighty in a sixty-five zone, yes, but everyone did it on this stretch of highway. Everyone except the one cop who apparently had nothing better to do at this time of the hour.She pulled over onto the gravel shoulder, heart hammering against her ribs. The patrol car stopped behind her, its headlights cutting through the darkness. In the side mirror she watched the tall, broad-shouldered, blond-haired officer unfold himself from the cruiser.Emma swallowed hard and reached for her license and registration, hands already shaking. She was twenty-six, fresh out of a brutal breakup, and the last thing she needed was a night in county lockup over something stupid like speeding. Her record was clean. She wanted to keep it that way.The officer approached her window an

Emma stepped out of the car on shaky legs, but she wasn’t naked. Instead, she was confused.“Why should I go naked?” she asked, voice hoarse and uncertain. “I thought you said…”Reyes’s large hands suddenly grabbed her by the waist, yanking her roughly against his frame. She gasped sharply at the sudden contact, her breasts pressing against his chest.“I changed my mind,” he snarled, a cruel sneer curling his lips. His eyes burned with fresh hunger as he stared down at her. “Now I want my dick ruining that hole of yours. Don’t worry, sweetheart, once I’m done with you, you are free to go.”Emma’s heart hammered wildly. She swallowed hard and glanced nervously around the dark highway. “This is a public place,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Any car or person could pass by at any second. Where… where are we going to do it?”Reyes fingers dug possessively into her soft flesh as he looked down at her with dark amusement.“There’s nowhere else,” he said flatly. “Right here. On the side

Three days later, the bell rang, releasing the seniors from Miss Elena Voss’s AP Literature class, but the energy in Room 312 didn’t dissipate yet. It only shifted, spilling out into the crowded hallways of Ridgewood High like wildfire. Groups of boys clustered near lockers, voices low and urgent, eyes darting around to make sure no teachers were listening. The gossip wasn’t just about how hot she looked anymore. After forty-five minutes of watching her move, breathe, and lean over desks, the thoughts had turned unmistakably explicit.Jake slammed his locker shut a little too hard, still replaying the moment Miss Voss had leaned down beside him. “Fuck, man… I’m serious. I want to bend her over that desk so bad. That ass bouncing against me every time I thrust? I’d ruin that perfect pencil skirt.”Tyler laughed nervously, running a hand through his messy hair as they walked toward the cafeteria. “Bro, same. Did you see how her blouse was fighting those massive breasts? One good rip

Miss Elena Voss’s hazel eyes widened, but not with alarm. A slow, surprised smile curved her full lips as she watched him. “Marcus… what are you doing?”He stepped closer, voice low and shaking with need. “I can’t wait, Miss Voss. I can’t go home and just think about it.”She should have stopped him. She was the teacher, the adult in the room. But as she looked at the handsome, desperate senior standing in front of her, his eyes burning with lust for her body, something hotter and more reckless flared inside her. She had noticed the stares, the whispers, the way her body drove the boys wild even in her most decent outfits. And deep down, the attention had stirred her too.Elena leaned back against the edge of her desk, her charcoal pencil skirt pulling tight across her wide hips and thick thighs. “You’re very bold for a student,” she murmured. “Locking the door like that… telling your teacher you want to fuck her.”Marcus closed the distance in two strides. “I do. I really want to