All Chapters of Steamy Dreams (Erotica Collections): Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

I’m bent over the hood of Deputy Ethan’s cruiser, tits flattened against the warm metal with my sundress flipped up to my waist. No panties, never been one to wear them. Ethan’s got one fist in my hair and the other bruising my hip while he slams into me so hard I feel my cunt loosing its grasp around him. “Fuck, Kaylee,” he grunts, “you’re gonna get me fired with this pussy of yours ” I laugh into the hood, pushing my back to take every inch of that cock. “Then hurry up and fill this pussy with your lewd sperm, baby. Clock’s ticking.” He doesn’t hurry,he likes to watch his thick cock disappear into my shaved little pussy, likes to see how I stretch around him as he slams into me. Nineteen years old and I still grip him like a virgin, even after half the county’s had a turn. I feel him swell, feel him grunts as he tries to pull out but I squeeze my pussy around him, “Inside, Ethan. You know the rules.” He slams his cock into me burying himself deep and explodes, flooding me so

The parking lot is full of shiny trucks and women in pastel dresses clutching their Bibles like life rafts. I roll in wearing the same white sundress I had on under the bleachers two nights ago.No bra, no panties, cowboy boots clicking on asphalt still warm from yesterday’s double-header of football players and PTA daddy fantasies.My pussy is sore in the way I like it, swollen, tender, every step a delicious reminder of five teenage cocks and one married monster stretching me stupid. I walk like I’m smuggling secrets between my thighs, because I am.Daddy’s at the pulpit already, voice booming about the prodigal son while his eyes flick to me sliding into the back pew. Mama pretends she doesn’t see me. The congregation pretends they don’t smell sex and tequila on my skin.I cross my legs slow, let the dress ride high enough for Brother Harlan two rows up to choke on his hymnal. He’s sixty-eight and still jerks off in the choir loft thinking about me. I know because he leaves the tis

I’m sprawled naked on my childhood bed, sheets kicked to the floor, phone propped on a Mountain Dew can while I scroll the private Facebook group somebody made called “Kaylee Breeding Weekend, UNCENSORED.” Four thousand members now. Riverbend’s population just doubled overnight.I’m halfway through a video of Big Lisa power-driving me with that black strap-on when the front door slams so hard the walls shake.Mama’s at work, tgat leaves one person. His boots in the hallway. My stepdad, Ray, fills the doorway like a storm cloud in Carhartt. He’s holding his phone in one fist, screen paused on a freeze-frame of my pussy mid-gape, cum dripping like honey.We lock eyes but he doesn’t say a word, Just turns the phone so I can see what he’s looking at. Me, Sunday morning, legs behind my ears while Old Man Jenkins tries to aim his ancient dick.I should be scared. I should cover up. Instead my cunt clenches so hard a fresh trickle of somebody’s leftover load leaks onto the mattress.Ray fi

The desk groaned under my palms, papers scattering like startled birds as Michael drove into me with a force that rattled the framed awards on the wall. Each thrust slammed me forward, my nipples scraping the cool mahogany, the sting on my ass flaring into a hot, pulsing ache that blurred the line between punishment and reward. His hands clamped my hips, fingers digging into my skin, anchoring me exactly where he wanted.“Say it,” he growled, voice ragged, hips snapping harder. “Who’s the boss?”“You,” I gasped, the word torn from my throat as he angled deeper, hitting that spot that made my vision spark. “You, Michael…fuck..”He rewarded the confession with a sharp slap to my already tender cheek, the crack echoing. My pussy clenched around him involuntarily, slick and greedy, and he laughed a low, dark, triumphant laugh. The sound coiled heat low in my belly. I hated how much I loved it.His rhythm faltered for a heartbeat, I felt him swell inside me, he was close but he wasn’t