บททั้งหมดของ Red Lace Christmas: A Taste Of Sin{steamiest short stories}: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Liam’s POVBreaking up with Isabella had been the hardest thing I’d ever done. We were together for three intense years, we’d been college sweethearts who somehow made it through graduation and into the real world. Isabella was fire with long raven-black hair that smelled like vanilla and jasmine, piercing emerald eyes that could read every dirty thought in my head, and a body that haunted my dreams even two years after we called it quits. We’d burned hot and fast—passionate arguments that ended in rough, sheet-soaking sex, lazy Sunday mornings tangled together, and a love that felt all-consuming until life got in the way. My demanding job in finance pulled me into endless late nights and weekend travel. Her rising career as a graphic designer demanded late studio hours and creative weekends. We started fighting more than we fucked. Resentment built and on one rainy Thursday night, after yet another screaming match about priorities, we both said things we couldn’t take back. “Maybe

APRILI dimmed the lights in my sleek apartment, watching the city skyline twinkle through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a silent, eager audience just for me. At 28, I’d long since stopped pretending my body was anything but my own personal playground—one I owned completely, and tonight I wanted to push it further than ever. I wanted proof. Raw, undeniable proof of how fucking good I could make myself feel.I took my time setting everything up, my pulse already quickening with anticipation. I placed my phone on the sturdy tripod at the foot of the bed, adjusting the angle until it was perfect—low enough to capture every explicit detail. I turned on the soft warm lamps on either side and added the ring light behind the tripod so the camera would catch every sheen of sweat, every glistening drop of my arousal. Satisfied with the lighting, I hit record. The little red light blinked on, and a thrill ran straight through me.I smiled at the lens, slow and wicked, letting the moment lin

Casey’s POVI knew I was playing with fire the moment Adrian started coming to the university library every night.At twenty-nine, I’d built a reputation as the quiet, professional librarian — always in pencil skirts, fitted blouses, and glasses perched on my nose, my long chestnut hair pinned up in a neat bun. But underneath the prim exterior, I was burning. I’d been divorced for two years and in those two years, I hadn’t been properly fucked like I would care to admit. But Adrian… God, Adrian was pure temptation.He was twenty-one, a senior literature major — tall, athletic, with messy dark hair, sharp green eyes, and a quiet intensity that made my thighs clench every time he looked at me over the top of his laptop. For weeks he’d lingered at the front desk after closing, asking for book recommendations, his gaze dropping to my lips, my breasts, the way my skirt hugged my hips. The tension had been building in small, dangerous doses — his fingers brushing mine when I handed him bo

Catherine’s povDiego stood, shoving his work jeans and boxers down. His cock sprang free — thick, long, veiny, easily nine inches with a heavy, flushed head already leaking pre-cum. It was bigger and thicker than my husband’s, and the sight made my mouth water and my pussy throb with fresh need.He rubbed the fat head up and down my dripping slit, teasing my entrance. “Beg for it, munẽca. Beg your gardener to fuck you.”“Please, Diego,” I gasped, wiggling my ass back against him. “Fuck me. Fill your boss’s wife with that big cock. I need it so bad.”He gripped my hips bruisingly and slammed into me in one powerful thrust, burying every thick inch to the hilt. I screamed in pure ecstasy — the stretch was intense and perfect, his cock hitting depths my husband had never reached. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He started fucking me hard and deep, hips snapping against my ass with loud, wet slaps.“God, your pussy is so tight and wet,” he groaned, pounding into me relentlessly. “Gripp

Drew’s POVI knew I was in for something filthy the moment I dropped three grand for the “Champagne Experience” with Candy and Sugar. These two were the club’s biggest stars for a reason. I’d been coming here for months just to watch them on stage, but tonight I’d finally paid for the full backstage treatment.The bouncer led me through a hidden door behind the stage into the private Black Room. The second the heavy door clicked shut, the music from the main floor became a dull throb, there were leather couches, mirrored walls, dim red lighting, and a big bed in the corner that screamed anything goes.Candy and Sugar stepped in right behind me, already smiling like predators.Candy was pure porn-star perfection with platinum blonde, fake DD tits barely contained in a tiny silver bikini top, tiny waist, and an ass so round and firm it made my mouth water. Sugar was the perfect contrast with caramel skin, long dark hair, natural heavy tits, and a fat, juicy ass that jiggled with every s