Sinful desires: MM Steamy compilation 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

Leon POVNewsflash, Gavin in fact saw and heard me fucking his fake girlfriend when he had tried to sneak in because he couldn’t sleep only to see me balls deep in her. Now, he’s not speaking to me and it’s been two fucking days. The silence is killing me more than I want to admit. Every time I look at him across the campsite, he turns away, jaw tight, eyes cold like I’m nothing but dirt under his shoe. It twists something ugly in my chest. I keep replaying that night in my head.I should have pushed Stella off me the second she climbed on, but her tight heat and that blackmail bullshit had me thinking with my dick instead of my brain. Now here we are, fractured.He had made no attempt to hide the fact he’s also fucking her. They would be gone for hours during the day, wandering off into the woods or down by the lake, and show up later with hickeys all over his neck, dark purple marks that screamed possession. I’m sure he was doing it on purpose for me to see, parading them like ba

Leon won’t even look at me. So big deal, I said something out of anger but I have the right to be, he was fucking her behind my back. Our trip was cut short because of him.The silence in the car pressed down on me like a heavy blanket, suffocating and impossible to ignore. My fingers drummed nervously on my thigh, the fabric of my jeans feeling rough under the constant tapping. Every mile we drove felt longer than the last, the road stretching out ahead like some endless punishment for the mess we'd made. Leon's hands gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were pale, his eyes locked forward on the horizon as if staring at me would burn him. I wanted to say something—anything—to break this wall between us, but the words stuck in my throat like dry bread. Part of me knew I’d gone too far back in that hallway, spitting out those lies about liking Stella more just to hit him where it hurt. But damn it, he’d hurt me first. The image of him with her, that smug look on her face

Their long limbs tangled and moved against each other in perfect sync. Theo’s pink tongue swirled and lapped all over Henry’s shaft while Henry’s soft lips stretched around Theo’s cock. The sight was hypnotic.“Fuck yes,” Steve growled, his eyelids drooping for a moment.He clearly needed more. He tugged his shirt off, revealing his strong torso, then pushed his pants down enough to free his heavy erection. Theo’s hooded, lust-drunk eyes devoured the sight. Henry glanced up too, giving Steve the same hungry stare.Steve moved closer, sliding his fingers into Theo’s dark hair and pushing his head down further onto Henry’s cock. Theo groaned around the thick intrusion. Henry gasped sharply.“I’m—fuck, I’m close,” Henry warned, voice strained.Steve immediately yanked Theo off by his hair. The needy twin looked completely wrecked—flushed cheeks, starry eyes, lips shiny and swollen. He peeked up at Steve and bit his lip. Steve’s thumb pulled it free.Then Steve pushed his pants and boxers

Kale povBeing in love is one thing. Being in love with a boy eight years younger than you, who also happens to be your step-nephew, is a completely different thing, one that’s clawed its way into my chest and refused to let go for over a decade.I still remember the first time I met Miles properly. I freshly kicked out of my parents’ house for daring to admit I liked boys. My older step-brother—Miles’s father took me in without hesitation. Their home was loud, chaotic, full of life. And then there was Miles, all big curious eyes and soft curls, trailing after me like a shadow. He’d climb into my lap while I read, press sticky fingers to my cheek, and ask endless questions in that high, trusting voice. “Uncle Kale, why do you look sad?” “Uncle Kale, can I sleep in your room tonight?” He called me uncle from day one, even though the title was only half-true.Back then it was innocent. Protective. But somewhere along the line I caught myself watching the way his lips curved wh

Miles pov“Oh shit..”. I bit my fingers in a panic as I stared at myself in the mirror. It’s just an illusion right? I have… Jesus I’m dead. It has to be an illusion, no one touched me yesterday, definitely not my stepuncle. It must be the drug, making me imagine I was being touched by him. It wasn’t a new thing I have always fantasized about my uncle, I have always cum to the thought of him every fucking time.But the actual thought of him touching me, making me cum. Shit, my dick thickened at the thought. I had imagined his fingers in my hole last night, fucking me with it and making me cum thrice. “No… no… I touched myself. I did it all by myself. It was a fucking illusion. Uncle wasn’t here last night, I’m even in my room, not the couch like I had imagined. So nothing happened..”. Oh god, I face palm myself. Why can’t I imagine another guy instead of him? Like the handsome guy from my work? Or Noah, the hot guy from my college days? Or those strangers I sex text for work. In cas