All Chapters of Fifty Shades of Lust {Short Stories}: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

The next morning my body still ached in the best way — a deep, delicious soreness between my thighs that made me shift in my chair every few minutes. I was alone in the team’s media room, lights dimmed low, editing highlight reels from last night’s playoff win. My fingers moved across the keyboard on autopilot, but my mind kept drifting back to the equipment room. The way Jax had pinned me down and fucked me like he owned me.I shook my head, trying to focus. Professional, Rosa. You’re the social media manager. Act like it.The door clicked shut behind me. I didn’t have to turn around. I already knew that heavy, confident stride.“Morning, Rosa,” Jax drawled, voice low and dripping with arrogance. He’d clearly just come from morning skate — hair still damp, wearing a fitted New York Storm hoodie and those damn gray sweatpants that clung to his muscular thighs and left nothing to the imagination. The thick outline of his cock was already visible, half-hard and swinging as he walked tow

The next playoff game arrived faster than I expected. The New York Storm were back on home ice, facing their toughest opponent yet in the conference semifinals. The arena buzzed with electric energy from the moment the doors opened. I moved through my usual routine with my camera and phone in hand, capturing arrival shots of the players, warm up footage, and fan atmosphere for the social channels. But my mind was elsewhere. Specifically on the man who had been tormenting me for days.Jax had kept his word about making me wait. After our heated encounter in the film room, he had sent me a single text that night. "No touching. I will know." Nothing more. The radio silence since then had only heightened everything. Every glance he gave me during practice felt loaded. Every time I posted a clip of him, I remembered the way his cock had felt grinding against my bare pussy through those gray sweatpants.Tonight he was on fire. From my spot near the bench, I watched him dominate the ice. His

The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the city outside the windows. After the shower, where Jax had spent twenty minutes running soapy hands all over my body without letting me come, he carried me back to the bed and dropped me onto the mattress like I belonged there for one purpose only."Hands and knees," he ordered, voice thick with lust. "Ass up. I want to see that pussy dripping for me."I got into position quickly, arching my back and spreading my knees. Cool air hit my soaked folds as he climbed onto the bed behind me. His large hands gripped my ass cheeks and spread them wide, exposing everything."Fuck, Rosa. Look at this sloppy cunt." He dragged two thick fingers through my slit, collecting my wetness before pushing them deep inside me without warning. I moaned loudly as he curled them, stroking that sensitive spot. "Still full of my cum from the lounge? Greedy little hole."He pumped his fingers faster, adding a third, stretching me open while his thumb rubbed r

The morning light crept through the curtains bathing the bedroom in a soft golden glow. Emily woke slowly her body still pressed close to Marks under the heavy comforter. She could feel the heat of his skin against hers and for a moment she lay there listening to his steady breathing. The events of the previous night replayed in her mind like a fever dream. The way she had touched him the warmth of him in her mouth. A flush of embarrassment mixed with lingering arousal washed over her. What had she been thinking? This was her stepfather. Yet pulling away felt impossible in the quiet intimacy of the room.Mark stirred beside her his eyes fluttering open. He looked a little better than the night before though the fever still lingered in his flushed cheeks. "Morning" he said his voice still rough. He shifted slightly and became aware of their closeness his arm draped loosely around her waist. "Emily last night... we should talk about that."She sat up slowly pulling the sheet around her

I climbed the stairs on trembling legs, each step sending fresh waves of searing need crashing through my body. The heat clawed at my insides like a living thing, demanding to be sated. My skin burned, slick coating my thighs with every movement, and my core throbbed painfully empty. Lorenzo’s bedroom door was ajar at the end of the hall. I pushed it open, the heavy alpha scent inside—woodsmoke, cedar, and undeniable power—hitting me like a drug. It only made the ache worse.The room was large and commanding: a massive bed dominating the space, dark wooden furniture, and moonlight filtering through the window that overlooked the pack lands. I stripped hurriedly, my soaked clothes landing in a discarded pile. Naked and exposed, I crawled onto the bed, the cool sheets offering only momentary relief against my feverish skin. I started on my back, legs spread, but instinct took over. I rolled onto all fours, arching my back and presenting, ass high and slick dripping freely onto the sheet