All Chapters of PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Zoe The sunlight was pouring into the kitchen, hitting the white tiles and making my eyes ache. I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the rhythmic thumping of the headboard and the way that girl had screamed my step-brother’s name. Worse, I remembered the way I had screamed it, too. I walked into the kitchen, my feet dragging on the cold floor. Zeth was already there. He was standing by the stove, flipping eggs in a pan. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His back was toward me, showing off rows of hard, lean muscle that flexed every time he moved his arm. His skin was bronze and looked warm. I stopped in my tracks. I couldn't help it. I just stared at the way his shoulders moved, the V-shape of his back leading down to the waistband of his grey sweatpants. "Don't stare too hard, Zoe," Zeth said, still not turning around. "Nobody is 'fucking their siblings' here. I can feel your eyes burning a hole in my skin." I felt a jolt of heat hit my face. I yelped, pulling my e

Zoe The hallway was silent, except for the sound of our heavy breathing. The air between us felt thick, like we were standing in a storm. My fingers were tangled in the soft hair at the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His hands were locked around my waist, squeezing me so hard I could feel the heat of his palms through my dress. We pulled away just an inch. Our foreheads were still touching. I could feel his eyelashes brush against my skin. My heart was thumping against my ribs, and my lips were stinging from the pressure of the kiss. "We shouldn't..." I whispered, my voice trembling. I looked at his mouth, then back at his eyes. "This is so inappropriate, Zeth. We shouldn't do this. It’s... it’s wrong." "I know, Zoe," he murmured. "I just…” "Zeth… I should go. I—" But he cut me off. "I love you, Zoe," he said. He closed his eyes tight, like the words were hurting him. "Not the way I’m supposed to. I love you the way I shouldn't. It’s complicated. It’s messy. I’m sorry. I

Zoe I kept my mouth wrapped around him, my tongue swirling in a frantic, wet rhythm. I could feel him pulsing, his entire body vibrating with the effort to stay standing. Zeth’s hands were buried deep in my hair. He let out a sharp, jagged hiss as I used my tongue to trace the sensitive ridge under the head. I didn't rush. I wanted him to feel every wet lick, every soft swirl. My hand pumped him in sync with my mouth, in a steady rhythm that had him bucking his hips forward instinctively. "Zoe... wait... mmm-nnn-gh... I’m going to—stop, Zoe! I'm going to blow!" he gasped, his voice cracking. His knees were shaking now, his breath coming in loud, ragged hitches. I ignored him, my mouth sliding further down, stretching to take as much of his thick, pulsing weight as I could. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room, making him groan even louder. He tried to pull back, his hips jerking away, but I didn't let him. I reached up and grabbed his muscular thighs, pulling him back into me. I

Zoe The kitchen was completely dead quiet, except for the low, steady hum of the fridge and the sound of my own shallow, panicked breathing. Zeth was a solid wall of muscle pressed tightly against my spine. I didn't turn around. I didn't want to see his face. I just wanted to feel him right there behind me. I gripped the edge of the smooth marble counter until my knuckles turned white, staring at our reflection in the polished wall in front of us. His hand didn't stop. It stayed buried deep in my shorts, his fingers working a wet, heavy rhythm that made my brain feel like it was slowly melting. At the same time, I could see his other hand moving frantically in his own lap, stroking himself with a fast, desperate motion that looked almost uncontrollable. "Tsss… foe, I want to fuck you, Zoe," Zeth growled into my ear. His voice was a raw, jagged rasp that sent a shiver straight to my core and down my thighs. "I want to hear you scream my name while I’m deep inside you. I want to feel

Zoe The air in the bedroom was thick and hot, smelling of skin and desperation. Zeth was still behind me, his body a solid wall of muscle. He was moving with a heavy, steady rhythm, sliding against my wetness. The friction was driving me crazy. Every time he pushed forward, the thick head of his cock brushed against my clit, making my toes curl against the sheets. "mmm-nnn-gh... Zoe... you’re so slick," Zeth groaned. His voice was a deep, jagged rumble in my ear. "It’s not enough. Just sliding like this... it’s not enough anymore." He didn't stop moving. He gripped my hips with his large hands, pulling me back so I was pinned tightly against him. I could feel the pulse of him, a steady, heavy throb that matched my own heartbeat. His hips were grinding in a slow, circular motion, the broad side of his cock dragging across my soaking entrance with every rotation. "You're so fucking hot, Zoe... I can feel your heart beating right against me," he whispered, his hands squeezing my waist