All Chapters of SINFUL PLEASURES: Short Flithy Stories: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Chapter 1Avery POV“Truth or dare, Dylan? Come on, don’t chicken out now.” I leaned back against the pillows on his bed, pulling my knees up slightly so my shorts rode up my thighs a bit, the fabric clinging to my skin from the humid air in the room.The house felt empty around us, just the faint creak of the floorboards settling downstairs and the distant tick of the clock in the hallway, but up here in his bedroom, it was all focused on this game we had started after scarfing down leftover pizza in the kitchen. Mom and her new husband were off on some weekend getaway, leaving Dylan and me alone with the run of the place, and honestly, the boredom had hit hard until I suggested this to spice things up.He shifted on the bed across from me, his long legs stretched out, one foot accidentally brushing my calf, sending a little spark up my leg that I tried to ignore. Dylan’s dark hair fell over his forehead as he tilted his head, that cocky grin spreading slowly across his face, the o

Chapter 1 Kaira’s POV“Hey, are you still planning to keep swimming laps until the pool closes?” I called out from the lifeguard stand, my voice bouncing off the tiled walls as I watched Lucy slice through the water one more time.She was always the last one here, pushing herself hard like she had something to prove against the water.I leaned forward, elbows resting on my knees, and felt that familiar tug deep in my stomach every time I saw her body move so smoothly through the lanes.Her arms pulled back with real power, legs kicking up splashes that caught the low lights hanging above.God, her body looked strong and tight in that swimsuit, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that made my pulse pick up.I shifted in my seat, crossing my legs to ease the growing ache between them.Why did she always do this to me?Just watching her made me think about what it would feel like to touch her, to feel that wet skin under my hands.Lucy slowed down at the end of the lane, grabbing

Chapter 1 Dylan POVSerena came strolling into the kitchen that morning, her hair still a bit messy from sleep, wearing those tiny shorts that clung to her thighs and a tank top that did nothing to hide the way her body moved underneath.She looked around with that easy smile she always had, like everything was normal in our house, even though I could feel the air getting thicker between us every day.“Dylan, you seen my phone charger anywhere? I know I plugged it in the living room last night, but now it’s gone,” she said, her voice light and casual as she started pulling open drawers, bending over just enough that her ass pushed out against the fabric of her shorts.I sat there at the table, sipping my coffee, my eyes locked on her without even trying to hide it.The way her tank top rode up exposed the smooth skin of her lower back, and those shorts hugged her curves so tight I could picture exactly what was underneath.My mind flashed back to a couple nights ago when I had caught

Chapter 3Serena’s eyes went wide, her fork dropping onto her plate with a clink, her body going rigid as she squeezed her thighs together hard, trying to stifle the sensation building in her ass.A quiet gasp slipped out, and she covered it with a cough, her face turning red as the vibrations kept going, teasing her insides.“You alright over there, Serena?”Dad asked, looking up from his food with a frown, setting his knife down.She nodded quickly, forcing a smile, but her voice came out strained.“Yeah, Dad, just swallowed a bite wrong, got caught in my throat.”She shot me a quick glare across the table, but then I increased the intensity, making the pulses stronger and faster, and her glare turned into a wide-eyed look of desperation, her hands gripping her napkin tight under the table.I watched her squirm, her hips shifting subtly in her chair, which only pushed the plug deeper, making her bite down on her lip to hold back a moan.Her chest rose and fell faster, sweat starting

Chapter 2“Just doing my job, kid. But if it’s too much, I can stop teasing the edges.”She emphasized the word, her free hand sliding the sheet up just enough to expose the base of my cock, the head poking out red and swollen.“Or maybe you like it. Groaning like that, you’re making me think you want more.”My heart pounded, a mix of embarrassment and raw lust flooding me.She’s gotta be messing with me, but fuck, it feels good.I could feel the wetness from pre-cum soaking the sheet, my thighs trembling from the ongoing sting of the needle.“Felicia, come on… this is weird.”“Weird? Nah, it’s human. Look at you, hard as a rock while I mark your skin. Bet you’ve been fantasizing about this since you booked the appointment.”She paused the gun again, dipping it in ink, and this time, her gloved thumb grazed the underside of my shaft, light as a feather but enough to make me hiss.“Tell me to stop if you want, but I don’t think you do.”I didn’t.The session dragged on, her teasing ram