Todos os capítulos de Tales of Desire: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

I wake up to the feel of him already hard against my ass, thick and insistent, pressed between my cheeks like he never softened at all. The room is still dark.I don’t move at first. Just breathe. Let myself feel him—hot, heavy, the blunt head nudging the small of my back every time he shifts in his sleep. My thighs are sticky, crusted from earlier. My cunt throbs, swollen, tender, still leaking the last of him. Every small movement sends a fresh trickle down my leg.I arch my back. Just a little. Enough to slide my ass along his length.A low rumble vibrates from his chest behind me. Not awake yet. Not fully. But his hips roll forward instinctively, cock slipping between my thighs, gliding through the slick mess we made hours ago.“Clara…” His voice is gravel and sleep, thick with want even before his eyes open.I reach back, hook my arm around his neck, pull his mouth to the side of my throat. “Don’t talk,” I whisper. “Just take.”He doesn’t need more invitation.His hand slides dow

[Bernie's POV]I stumble out of that pool like my fucking legs forgot how to work right. The sun’s still roasting everything, but the real heat is inside me now, my cock throb so viciously it’s like a second heartbeat screaming between my legs. Every step rubs the soaked spot in my trousers against the swollen head, and I bite back a groan because it’s torture, sweet filthy torture. Her scent is glued to me—thick, musky, that raw pussy smell mixed with sweat and oil—and it’s driving me insane. I can still feel the exact shape of her cunt on my fingers: soft slick walls sucking me in, flooding my hand when she shattered.I crash through the door of the driver’s quarters. I can’t wait another second.I rip the belt buckle apart with shaking fingers, the metal clanging loud and ugly. I shove the trousers to mid-thigh in one brutal yank and my dick springs free, heavy and angry, slapping my stomach with a wet thud that makes me hiss. It’s monstrous right now—thick dark shaft ridged with

We step into the mall entrance, my legs shaky, Bernie's cum still leaking warm and thick down both thighs with every step, soaking the hem of my red sundress. I don't wipe it. I want to feel it drip, want the filthy secret of it while I play the perfect rich wife shopping.Bernie walks a step behind me, close enough that I can smell the sex still clinging to him, the faint musk of my pussy on his skin. His uniform is crisp again, but I know the trousers are damp where I soaked them. Our eyes meet once in the reflection of the sliding doors. No words. Just that dark, knowing look that makes my clit throb.Inside, the mall is cool, crowded, the usual chaos of weekend shoppers, kids running, music pumping from speakers. I lead us deeper, past the bright designer stores, the perfume counters, the food court smells. My hips sway more than necessary, dress clinging to the sweat on my lower back. I feel his gaze burning into my ass the whole way.We turn into a quieter wing, the kind with fe

Fuck, I’m gonna fail the whole damn year!I’m Molly, nineteen, stuck in my second year of college, and my life was falling apart faster than my cheap thong slides down my thighs. My midterm grades came in that Tuesday afternoon, and when I opened the email on my phone my stomach dropped straight to my pussy. Fs and Ds staring back at me like they were laughing. No way around it. My scholarship would vanish, my parents would lose their shit, and I’d be back home working double shifts at the diner instead of pretending I had a future. Tears hit before I even made it to my dorm. Hot, messy, snotty crying that made my mascara run black down my cheeks. I couldn’t breathe right. I kept thinking about Professor Kane—tall, late thirties, always in those fitted button-ups that showed the outline of his chest when he leaned over the desk to grade papers. He taught my lit seminar, the one I was bombing hardest. Everyone said he was strict as hell but fair, and I’d caught him looking at me more

[Elara's POV]The moon is barely enough light to see by, but I didn’t need light to feel Thorne pulling me deeper into the trees, his fingers locked around my wrist so tight the bones ached, and that ache shot straight between my legs, turning pain into something wet and hungry that made me hate how much I wanted more. My boots slipped on wet leaves and moss, but he never slowed, never let me catch my breath, and every time my body brushed his, my pussy throbbed.He stopped so suddenly I crashed into his back, and before I could swear at him he spun, shoved me hard against the massive fallen log behind me, the rough bark biting through my shirt and into my spine, scraping skin raw in a way that made me gasp and arch at the same time. His hands were everywhere then, rough and impatient, yanking my jeans open, dragging them down my thighs along with my underwear in one violent tug that left me bare to the cold night air, my cunt exposed and already slick, dripping down the insides of my