All Chapters of Wild Desires {A collection of steamy stories}: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elena woke up to sunlight streaming through the thin curtains of her old bedroom. Her body felt heavy, like she'd run a marathon in her sleep. She stretched, and that's when it hit her that the ache between her legs was still there, dull but insistent, like a bruise that wouldn't fade. She squeezed her thighs together, remembering last night. The motorcycle ride, Jax's strong back against her cheek, and then... her hand slipping under the covers in the dark. She'd stopped before finishing, guilt winning out, but now in the morning light, the want came rushing back.She sat up, heart pounding. The scrap of paper with his number sat on her nightstand, where she'd left it after smoothing it out. "Just in case," she'd told herself, but what case? She was supposed to be here for her dad, pray with her family, and head back to the convent in a few days, not thinking about a biker's rough hands or the way his eyes had darkened when he looked at her.Downstairs, the smell of coffee and baco

Elena woke slowly, her body heavy and warm, wrapped tight in Jax’s arms. His leg was thrown over hers, heavy and possessive, pinning her to the mattress. She didn’t want to move, and every inch of her felt marked and alive.She was sore everywhere, in the best way. Little bites dotted her neck and shoulders, faint bruises bloomed on her hips where his fingers had gripped too hard, and between her thighs there was a deep, delicious ache that pulsed when she shifted. She trailed her fingertips over the marks, a secret smile curving her lips. This was real. She had actually done it, had mind-blowing, sinful sex, over and over, with a man who looked like danger and felt like heaven. She waited for the guilt to crash in, the way the sisters always warned it would, but it didn’t come. Instead, there was only a warm, floaty glow that spread through her chest and made her feel light, almost dizzy with happiness.Jax stirred behind her, his chest pressing against her back. He pulled her close

Elena paced her bedroom after Father Mike left, his words still bouncing around in her head like empty echoes. Chastity, devotion, the holy path, all that talk about denying the body for the soul. She stopped in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. The girl looking back had wide eyes, flushed cheeks, and a simple dress that hid the marks Jax had left on her skin, but inside? Inside, she was on fire.Everything he'd said just made it clearer. No more doubt, no twist of guilt in her gut. The nun life wasn't for her, it was a prison, a cold cell locking away the things she craved now. The stretch of her pussy around a thick cock, the sweat slicking her skin as she got pounded hard, the raw fuck that made her body scream and shake. She could feel it even now, that ache between her legs from last night, a constant throb that begged for more. Lust overrode everything, a hot wave washing away the old Elena. The convent's quiet halls and the prayers on her knees felt like a bad dr

Elena lay sprawled on the worn leather couch, her body a slick, trembling mess of sweat and cum, sandwiched between Jax and Rico. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, the afterglow of her orgasms still pulsing through her veins like electric currents. Jax's cum dried in sticky trails across her tits, while Rico's load leaked slowly from her pussy, a warm trickle that made her thighs quiver every time she shifted. She felt alive, utterly unburdened. No feeling of guilt from Father Mike's sermons, and no shadows of convent vows chaining her down. This was freedom, raw, filthy, and all-consuming. Her pussy ached from the pounding, a delicious soreness that begged for more, and her ass clenched instinctively at Jax's earlier promise that insinuated that her ass was next. God, she wanted it. Wanted them to wreck her, stretch her, fill her until she shattered again and again.Jax propped himself up on one elbow, his hand trailing lazy circles over her hip, dipping lower to smear Rico's c

Days passed after that Saturday on the couch with Michael, and everything felt different. For starters, he didn’t come over as much anymore. Before, he was here almost every weekend, sometimes even during the week if Kathy had a late shift and wanted company, but now he only showed up maybe once every ten days, and when he did, it was like I didn’t exist.He sat on the far end of the couch instead of in the middle, where he used to. If I walked into the kitchen while he was there grabbing a drink, he’d nod once, short and polite, then turn his back to me. His answers were clipped responses like, “Yeah.” “Sure.” “Not much.”There was never a question back, never a smile that reached his eyes, and his gaze—he used to let it drift over me when Kathy wasn’t looking, but now he kept his eyes on his phone, on the TV, on anything but me. It felt like a door had slammed shut, and I was still standing on the wrong side of it.Kathy didn’t notice a thing. She still laughed too loud at his jokes