บททั้งหมดของ Red Lace Christmas: A Taste Of Sin{steamiest short stories}: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Annie’s POVI knew I was pushing it. I always did and I started ever since Dad married Lucy two years ago, I was twenty and I’d made it my mission to be the biggest pain in her perfect ass. She was only thirty-four at the time hot as hell with her long chestnut hair, full tits that strained against every top she wore, and an ass so round and tight it made me jealous even while it turned me on. I hated how much I wanted her and how she’d smile at me like she could see right through my bratty attitude. So I acted out. I’d “forget” to do chores, talk back, wear the shortest shorts around the house just to watch her eyes flick down my legs before she looked away.But tonight, even I knew that I’d gone too far, Dad was away on a business trip for the weekend, leaving just me and Lucy in the big empty house. I’d spent the day lounging on the couch in a tiny cropped tank top and thong panties, blasting music, ignoring her requests to help with dinner. When she finally snapped at me to clea

Dora’s POVHe pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch and the stretch was intense, his cock was so much thicker than his fingers. I felt every vein, every ridge as he filled me for the first time. There was a brief pinch of discomfort, but it quickly melted into pure pleasure as he bottomed out, his hips flush against mine, balls resting against my ass as he pushed in completely, we both moaned loudly.“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, staying still to let me adjust. “Your pussy is gripping me like a vice. So hot and wet… perfect for me.”After a moment, he started moving—slow, deep strokes that dragged his cock almost all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt. The sensation was incredible, every thrust rubbed against my G-spot, and his pubic bone ground against my clit. My breasts bounced with each movement. I ran my hands over his back, feeling his muscles flex as he fucked me.“Harder,” I begged after a few minutes, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck me harder, Arth

LENA POVI grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.It was fierce and hungry, months of slow-burn tension exploding between us. His mouth was hot, lips firm but demanding, tongue sliding against mine with urgent need. He tasted like coffee and mint and I moaned into the deliciousness of his kiss as his big hand slid higher, cupping me through my pants, pressing firmly against my swollen pussy while his other hand tangled in my hair.“Backseat,” I gasped against his mouth. “Now.”We practically tumbled over the console, laughing breathlessly as we shed gear in the cramped space. Vests hit the floor and duty belts clattered. Shirts were yanked open, buttons popping all about. His chest was solid muscle under my hands, warm and slightly damp with sweat. I shoved his undershirt up and ran my palms over the ridges of his abs while he worked my belt open with practiced fingers.“God, Lena—you’re so fucking wet already,” he growled when his hand slipped inside my panties,

DR LEWISMy heart slammed against my ribs as I froze mid-thrust, buried deep inside Sarah’s clenching pussy. Elena was still straddling Sarah’s face, her own body trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, while Sarah’s muffled moans vibrated against the nurse’s slick folds.Standing in the doorway was Nurse Alex Rivera, our new male night-shift nurse. Twenty-nine, tall and athletic with short black hair, warm brown skin, and a lean, muscled build that filled out his dark blue scrubs perfectly. He’d only been with the clinic for a month, but I’d already noticed the easy confidence in his movements and the way his dark eyes lingered a little too long during handoffs.Alex’s gaze swept over the scene, me with my pants around my thighs and cock balls-deep in my patient, Elena half-naked and grinding on Sarah’s tongue, the exam table slick with sweat and arousal. His eyes widened for a split second, then darkened with raw hunger instead of shock.“Fuck…” he breathed, voice low and roug

Sasha’s POVI never thought I’d actually go through with it. But here I was, standing in the doorway of a luxurious private beach house we’d rented for the weekend, heart hammering and pussy already aching with anticipation. Mia stood beside me, her hand squeezing mine, her cheeks flushed the same excited pink as mine. We’d been best friends since college—roommates, confidantes, partners in every filthy fantasy we’d ever whispered to each other late at night. Both of us are bi, insatiable, and tired of vanilla hookups that have left us wanting more. For months the slow burn had been building with these five men we’d met through a very discreet, very exclusive swingers group online.Jake was the ringleader—tall, broad-shouldered, with a cock I’d seen in photos that made my mouth water. Tyler, athletic and cocky, always sending teasing videos of him stroking himself. Derek, tattooed and intense, the one who could dirty-talk me into a puddle. Marcus, the gentle giant with the biggest d