All Chapters of Sinful desires.: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

MICAH There I am, hanging with my limbs splayed out, suspended in the air by the sling’s straps. My breath comes fast and shallow, my skin glistening with sweat, the red lights dancing over my flesh. Hawk looms above me, his hard, tattooed body towering over mine, a wild look in his hazel eyes. For the past few minutes, he’s been working me open, his thick, slick fingers probing the depths of my ass, preparing me for what’s to come. It’s one big, slippery mess down there, the lube trickling out of my hole onto the warm leather beneath me. I can barely contain my excitement, the anticipation making my dick twitch. It feels like Christmas morning, when you get to unwrap the presents under the tree, only a lot less family-friendly. Hawk slides his cock along my crack, coating himself with lube, before lining up the big, swollen head with my tight hole. He doesn’t put it in just yet, just lets me feel the pressure, the threat of penetration. His gaze locks onto mine. “Ready?” “So fucking

“Yo, my turn,” Cole suddenly says, nudging him with his shoulder.“Can’t let you have all the fun.”Diesel turns his head and chuckles. “I knew you were gonna say that. Itching to get a piece of this, huh?”Cole gives him a playful punch. “Can’t see that ass and not want a turn.”I can hardly believe it. I must have died and gone to heaven. This is all too good to be true.But if this is a dream, it sure is a vivid one. Because when Diesel pulls out, the emptiness he leaves behind feels very, very real. The cold air on my sweat-soaked skin, the ache in my muscles, the slick mess dripping from my hole. No dream could capture those details.It’s not long before I’m stretched around a different cock. Cole grips my ankles and slides right in, the blunt head forcing its way into my loosened hole.He doesn’t build up like Hawk or Diesel did. He starts jackhammering into me right away with fast, shallow thrusts.“Hey, man,” Hawk says, stepping forward. “Easy now. Let him adjust first, alrigh

“Can I…” Hawk asks, his fingers sliding down my back. “Can I try something, Toby?”“Y-yeah.”“Don’t stop fucking him,” Hawk says, his hand cupping my ass. “Keep going, just like this.”I nod, and then feel his hard, lubed-up cock press against my sweaty ass. He grips my hips and grinds against me, matching my rhythm as I fuck Micah.“This alright, Toby?”“Mmhm.”He keeps grinding, his thick length sliding up and down the cleft between my cheeks. There’s a lot of pressure, a brief stab of pain, and then his head pops in.I let out a low, guttural sound, and the rhythm of my thrusts falters.Diesel, still face-fucking Micah, glances at us. “Whoa. Are you two…?”I nod, overwhelmed by the tsunami of sensations crashing over me.“You guys wanted to learn tonight,” Hawk grunts, slowly pushing forward. “I’m teaching.”“How’s that feel, Tobs?” Diesel says, his hand sliding over Micah’s moving throat.I don’t even know. It hurts. It burns. It feels weird. But at the same time, it doesn’t. Becau

I thought I was straight until I met Vincent, he was older, ripped and dominant. Somehow, having his gaze on me always has my dick hard. There was only one problem. He was my girlfriend's father!When I caught him touching himself, I shouldn’t have kept watching. The way he looked so sweaty and breathless that I couldn't take my eyes off him.I imagined him ordering me to get on my knee and sucking his fat cock. Bending me over the table while his daughter was in the other room as he took my ass deep and fast. Or the other way round but anyway he could have me do whatever the fucks he wants and I’d gladly let it happen. I believed I could live with these gay and lustful thoughts, but I never thought about what I'd do if he ever made a move.That is, until he did it. Wrapped only in his towel, he ordered me to get on my knees. And how could I say no? I hadn't stopped thinking about it since I first met him.Chapter one.“Babe, it’s just my dad. It’s no big deal, I’m sure he will like

“I just don’t want you…” Vincent paused, sighing deeply as he set his fork down with a deliberate clink. “I don’t want both of you to be distracted.” “Ohh, Luca is actually very brilliant. One of the few things I like about him,” Stella responded, her voice light and teasing. She placed her hand on my thigh under the table, fingers spreading warm across the denim as she flashed me a gorgeous smile that made heat pool low in my stomach. Her dad groaned in disapproval, the sound rumbling from his chest. Stella kept being incredibly touchy. While I tried to avoid meeting her father’s heavy gaze, her hand moved with sneaky intent beneath the tablecloth. Her palm slid slowly up and down my thigh, fingertips pressing just enough to send sparks racing across my skin. Each stroke crept a little higher, brushing the inner seam of my jeans, then retreating again in a maddening rhythm. My breath hitched. She was starting to unravel me, and it didn’t help that her dad sat directly across, his