All Chapters of Risky Desires: Steamy Short Stories. : Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

Michelle’s POV. There are times in your life when you make the wrongest decisions. Not because you didn't think it through but because you chose to worry about the consequences later. Which was the perfect explanation for my predicament. There were no less than two hundred students filled in the lecture auditorium, everyone's attention focused on the sliver–haired figure on the podium–Mr Harry, the economics lecturer. I sat in the third row from the back, with crossed legs and a blank book. I had written nothing and this class had lasted close to forty minutes. In my defense, I needed a distraction from my dirty thoughts. And what better distraction other than my phone? I'd been texting my boyfriend who happened to be attending this class with me. My fingers moved fast over my phone's screen as I tried to hide the blush on my face. Michelle: I'm so horny I could scream!Robert: Lol, baby what do you want me to do about it?Michelle: I don't know honestly. Just keep telling me f

Mabel's POV.Desperate situations called for desperate decisions, and this quote is the reason behind my most recent decision. I was a waitress whose deadbeat father left with debts to clear. He was a drunk who gambled until alcohol squeezed out whatever was left of his life. Despite my warnings to quit alcohol, he never listened to me, and now, even after his death, I was left with a burden that gave me sleepless nights. Yes, you heard that right. My father didn't just borrow money from any random person, he borrowed money from Raymond X–a well known mafia don known for killing people just because he didn't like their face. I'd worked multiple jobs to make sure that I paid something every month, but three hundred dollars was a meagre amount compared to the four thousand dollars outstanding debt. Raymond was growing impatient, he was leaving me with two options–pay up in the next three days or lose a limb. The latter wasn't even an option to consider. I exhaled deeply, staring

Mabel's POV.“Want me to take care of it?” the words slipped out of my mouth, eyes fixed on the bulging part of him. A part of me instantly bloomed with regret. Why the fuck did I just say that? I bit hard on my tongue, wishing I could take the words back but I couldn't.He crouched, meeting me at my level. Then his hand reached for my face, landing on the side of my cheek. He gently caressed me, his lips curling into a smirk.“Why aren't you so sweet?” He started, leaning so close to me that I literally inhaled his breath, “take your hands out of your pussy, let me finish that.” My fingers slowly slipped out of me, wet and glistening with my juice. I felt the loss of them, like a small, shameful ache. I pressed both palms flat against the floor, keeping my arms behind me while my chest heaved. Daniel's gaze ran over my body like he'd been dying to look at me up close. His hand on my face slowly trailed down to the contour of my jaw, dipping downwards onto my neck. My stomach clenc

Sasha's POV. His fingers moved back and forth over my panties, teasing me like he enjoyed the way my body trembled against him. He pushed my panties to the side, and slipped two fingers inside me. I gasped, gripping his shoulders like his body was the only support I needed. “Fuck, Jake,” I moaned, clenching so tightly around him. His thumb found my clit and he circled it with a delicious slow rhythm while his fingers curled inside me. A sharp cry escaped my lips as I writhed against him, wanting more of his finger strokes. “You're so wet doll,” his voice was raspy, “all that anger turned into your tight cunt into this wet, aching mess.”I couldn't respond, hell my brain couldn't even form proper words. My hips rocked against his fingers without will, my folds burning from every stroke. “Uhnn–fuck–that feels–so gooddd,” I moaned, chasing pleasure from his hands with a faster hip roll. “You're so beautiful like this. Such a hot doll,” he said, increasing the pace of his fingers.