All Chapters of SINFUL PLEASURES: Short Flithy Stories: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 2I was asking no one in particular, just venting to the expensive-looking artwork on the walls and the pristine marble floors.I grabbed the handle of my suitcase and started dragging it toward the hallway he had indicated, the wheels making an obnoxiously loud rumbling sound that I found oddly satisfying.The third room turned out to be nice, really nice, actually. Bigger than my room at home, with a queen-sized bed, a desk, and its own attached bathroom. The walls were painted a soft gray, and there was a large window that looked out over what appeared to be a garden.Under different circumstances, I might have been excited about staying here.But these were not different circumstances, these were the circumstances where I was stuck living with Frank for a month.I dumped my bags on the floor and flopped face-first onto the bed, letting out a long groan that was muffled by the comforter.It smelled clean, like fresh laundry and something else, something masculine that I d

Chapter 4Lyra's Pov.“What the fuck!?” My head snapped towards Frank and he really looked at me, as if he hadn't just said something really ridiculous. His eyes were locked on mine, that smug expression plastered across his face like he owned the whole damn room…oh wait, it's his house.I could feel my pulse kicking up a notch just from the way he was staring.“Frank…I mean…” David started, his voice trailing off awkwardly, like he was trying to smooth over the tension but knew it was pointless.“What?” Frank cut him off sharply, not even bothering to glance at David.He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest, and shifted his gaze from me to Brittany, then back to me again. “We could have met outside and fucked each other, it's not like we are blood related.” His words hung in the air, and I saw Brittany's knuckles turn white as she clenched her fists by her sides, her nails digging into her palms hard enough that I wondered if she'd draw blood.What kind of mess

Chapter 6His expression shifted slowly over those few minutes, a mix of hunger and something darker flashing across his eyes as he stared right into mine, and I felt my heart pounding harder in my chest because I knew exactly what that look meant, like he was about to devour me whole right there in front of everyone. Then his hand moved under my clothes without any hesitation, sliding up to grab my breast fully in his palm, squeezing it hard and kneading the soft flesh roughly until my nipple hardened against his fingers, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight down between my legs. I could barely think straight anymore, my body was heating up faster, every touch making me wetter and more desperate, and I had to fight back the urge to grind against him even harder because this was supposed to be just a stupid game but it felt so damn real and exciting that I didn't want it to stop."Fuck," came a low grunt from behind me, followed by the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against

Chapter 8“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to speak, his breath hot on my slick skin. “I’m gonna make you squirt all over my face.” His fingers still thrust deep, scissoring inside me, stretching me open wider.His thumb found my clit, rubbing messy circles over it.He watched my face, his eyes dark with lust, seeing how close I was. My hips bucked wildly now, chasing that release.My hand in his hair pulled him back down because I couldn’t stand the loss of his mouth for even a second.“Suck it harder, Frank,” I cried out, my whole body trembling. “Please make me cum, I can’t hold it.”My pussy fluttered around his fingers, every thrust hit that spot perfectly. His mouth latched back on, sucking my clit hard, his teeth grazing it just enough to send me over the edge. The orgasm hit me like a truck, my scream echoed in the room. My pussy spasmed hard, squirting onto his tongue and fingers, juices soaking his chin and shirt. My thighs clamped ar

Chapter 1“Mr. Hale, come on in and have a seat on the exam table," I said, my voice calm and professional as I held the door open for him, watching him walk into the small exam room with that slight limp he had mentioned on the phone when booking the appointment. The clinic was quiet this late in the afternoon, most of the other doctors gone for the day, leaving just me to handle the last few patients, and Marcus Hale was my final one, a new face in my schedule, complaining about some persistent back pain from a workout injury. He was tall, built solid with muscles that strained against his t-shirt, dark hair a bit messy like he had run his hands through it too many times, and as he sat down on the paper-covered table, the crinkle echoing in the room, I felt a little stir inside me, the kind I usually pushed down during work hours, but today it lingered, my mind wandering to how those strong hands might feel on my skin.I closed the door behind us, the click of the lock automatic,