All Chapters of Fifty Shades of Lust {Steamiest Short Stories}: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

I stayed pressed against the cool mirror for several long moments after he disappeared around the corner. My legs were shaky. My heart was still racing. The thin fabric of my dress felt too tight against my skin, and the dampness between my thighs was impossible to ignore. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers, the heat of his body, the low rumble of his voice in my ear. This was dangerous. I knew it. Yet I kept walking deeper into the maze. The corridors twisted and turned in ways that felt deliberate, as if the structure itself was guiding me toward him. Every reflection showed me flushed and breathless — my nipples visibly hard beneath the dress, my thighs pressing together with every step. The soft pulsing music seemed to match the rhythm of my pulse. The purple and red lights made everything feel intimate and slightly forbidden. I turned another corner and stopped short. He was waiting for me again. This time he was closer. Only a few feet away. He leaned casually ag

SAMANTHA I leaned my back against the wall, watching my Dad hurriedly packed up the files on his study inside a black briefcase. For the past 18 years of my life, I didn't know the nature of my Dad's job, he only told me he was working as an agent for an exclusive company and I had always seen him working on tons of files whenever he was around. That was all I know. Today was one of the days my Dad would get an urgent call from an unknown source and hurriedly packed a few things from his office and leave; he would definitely come back after a month or two and I was already used to him been away for a couple of weeks, leaving me alone in our not-so-big house. “Dad,” I called out, moved away from the wall and walked up to him. “Can’t you stay for breakfast before leaving?” I whined, hoping Dad would at least slow down on the packing and have breakfast with me. I was rather disappointed when Dad didn't spare me a glance. He stretched out his hand, glanced down at his wristwatch and

SAMANTHA Later that evening, after I had spent the whole afternoon trying and failing to shake off the tension Matt had left me with, he knocked on my bedroom door. I had just finished unpacking and changing into a simple tank top and shorts when his voice came through the wood. “Sam? There’s a party at Jake’s house tonight. Whole crew from school will be there. You should come with me.” I opened the door and found him leaning against the frame, freshly showered again, wearing a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark jeans that sat low on his hips. His curly brown hair was still slightly damp, and that familiar cocky smirk played on his lips. “A party?” I asked, trying to sound casual even though my stomach flipped. “With your friends?” “Yeah. It’ll be fun. Drinks, music, swimming. You’ve been cooped up here all day. Come on, it’ll help you settle in.” Part of me wanted to say no. The smart part. The part that knew being around Matt and his usual crowd of gir

Matt stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide with complete shock. He stared at the filthy scene in front of him. I was completely naked on the bed, legs spread obscenely wide, three fingers still buried deep inside my soaked pussy. My chest heaved up and down as I panted. The whole room smelled thick with the scent of my arousal. “I… uh…” Matt stammered, every ounce of his usual cocky confidence completely shattered. His face flushed a deep, burning red that spread all the way down his neck. “I didn’t know you were in the middle of… something like this. I swear. I only came back to check if you were really okay. You seemed pretty upset when you made me leave the party, so I turned around after just a couple of blocks. I thought maybe you wanted to talk or… shit, I’m so sorry.” I yanked my hand away from between my legs so fast that it made a loud, wet, embarrassing squelching sound. Then I scrambled frantically to pull a pillow over my completely naked body, trying desperately to

Matt kept pounding into me with hard, relentless strokes. His thick cock stretched my pussy wide open with every deep thrust. The bed creaked loudly beneath us as our bodies slapped together. Sweat covered both of us. The room filled with the wet, filthy sounds of him fucking me. “Fuck, your cunt is so tight,” he grunted, gripping my hips harder. “Taking every inch like a good little slut.” I moaned loudly, my nails digging into his back. “Harder, Matt! Don’t stop! Your cock feels so fucking good inside me.” He slammed into me faster, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him even deeper. “Right there! Oh god, right there!” I cried out. “I’m gonna cum again! Your dick is hitting so deep!” Matt growled and fucked me even harder, his hips moving like a machine. “Cum on my cock then. Squeeze it. Milk every drop while I pound this wet pussy.” The pleasure built fast and intense. My thighs shook uncontrollably. My ba