All Chapters of Wild Desires {A collection of steamy stories}: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I stayed under her desk for what felt like forever. My face was still soaked, chin dripping, lips swollen, and cheeks hot and sticky with her. I could still feel the pulse of her orgasm against my tongue, the way she’d clenched and shuddered. My breathing came in short, ragged bursts, and every inhale pulled more of her scent into me, musky and sweet and overwhelming. My knees ached from the hard floor, but I didn’t move. I didn’t dare.Adeline looked down at me from her chair. Her eyes were calm again, almost bored, like she’d just finished checking her email instead of coming all over my face. She reached down with both hands and smoothed her skirt back into place, tugging the tight fabric over her thighs until it sat perfect again, like nothing had happened. Then she rolled her chair back even more, slow and deliberate, giving me space.I crawled backward on my hands and knees, awkward and shaky. The wood scraped my palms, and when I finally cleared the desk, I pushed myself up to

I stood there naked except for the collar and leash, my cock hard and aching, pre-cum already beading at the tip again. Adeline still held the end of the chain loosely in one hand. She looked at me like I was hers to play with, and I was. Completely.She stepped closer. Her fingers brushed my shoulder, then she turned me around so my back was to her. “Bend over the desk,” she said quietly. No shouting, just that calm voice that made my body move before my brain caught up.I leaned forward, and my chest pressed against the cool wood. The edge dug into my hips a little, and I stretched my arms out in front of me, palms flat on the desk, fingers splayed. My heart hammered so hard I felt it in my throat, in my ears, everywhere.She kicked my feet apart wider with the toe of her heel. One quick nudge to each ankle, and my legs spread until my stance felt exposed, vulnerable. Cool air hit the skin between my cheeks, and I swallowed hard.Her nails dragged down my back, slow and light at fir

I sat there in the big living room all by myself, my legs crossed on the wide leather couch, wearing nothing but that thin black lace bra and the matching panties. The bra was so sheer you could see right through it if the light hit just right, and my full breasts pushed hard against the cups, making the lace stretch. My nipples were already stiff little peaks, poking out like they were begging for attention, and every time I pictured Hunter and Kyle next door, they got even harder. I couldn’t help it.For weeks I’d felt their eyes on me. Every single time I walked down the driveway to check the mailbox in those tiny shorts or that sundress that hugged my hips, Hunter would slow his truck and stare. His dark eyes would slide over my curves, lingering on my ass when I turned around. Kyle was quieter about it but no less obvious. The blond boy would stand on his porch pretending to mess with his phone, but his gaze always dropped to my legs the second I bent over to grab a package off

I woke up slowly the next morning, the kind of slow where your body remembers everything before your brain catches up. Sunlight slipped through the curtains, hitting the bed right across my stomach. My skin felt warm all over, but not just from the sun, as there was this sticky, used-up heat clinging to me from last night. I could feel it everywhere, along with dried patches of Hunter’s cum that flaked lightly across the tops of my breasts where he’d shot those thick ropes. Between my thighs was the worst, or best, kind of mess. Kyle’s load had leaked out overnight, mixing with my own wetness, leaving everything crusty and tacky on the insides of my legs. Even my stomach had faint streaks that had dried into thin white lines. I ran a finger through one of them, feeling the rough texture, and a slow smile spread across my face. God, I loved how filthy it felt. How marked I was.I stretched long and lazy, my arms up over my head, my back arching off the mattress. My full breasts lifted

The next day I woke up feeling greedy. My body still hummed from everything we’d done, sore in the best way, pussy tender and a little swollen, ass still remembering how Kyle had stretched it open, but lying in my own bed wasn’t enough anymore. I wanted to invade their space. I wanted to smell their sheets where they’d jerked off thinking about me and see the crumpled tissues or the crusty socks they probably used when they couldn’t hold back anymore. I wanted to mark their rooms the way they’d marked me, with my scent, my wetness, and my cum dripping everywhere.I didn’t text them. I just got up, showered quickly, and picked the tiniest white sundress I owned. The cotton was so thin it felt like wearing nothing. It hugged my tits tight, the neckline low enough that the tops of my areolas peeked out if I moved wrong. My nipples were already hard, poking through the fabric like dark little bullets. The hem barely skimmed the bottom curve of my ass, two steps and it would ride up. I lo