All Chapters of Filthy, Dirty Desires: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SARAH“Zoey.” Her name is a cross between a moan and a warning. “What the hell are you doing?”She drags her wet tongue down the column of my neck, eliciting a full body shiver from me. “Fucking you,” she whispers against my ear. “Just like I promised.”“There’s someone in the room with us,” I protest.This is insane.But Zoey doesn’t seem to care. Maybe she even likes having the audience because her cock grows bigger inside me. “Makes it that more exciting,” is all she says and whatever I’d been about to say in protest dissolves into a long moan when she starts thrusting.My low-lidded eyes dart around the room frantically, searching for our audience of one. I find her staring at us slack-jawed where she stands with the broom she’s holding, her job forgotten.She stares at the spot where Zoey’s giant cock disappears into my pussy over and over again and I know the thought that’s running through her head; How on earth does Zoey have such a big fucking cock and how am I possibly taking

SOPHIA Peeking through the blinds, I watch my boyfriend’s dad as he wades through the water, enraptured by his astonishing good looks. I’ve been standing at this exact spot for the past few minutes, unable to look away because fuck me, but he is one seriously good looking man and looks absolutely magnificent with his skin sopping wet. It’s a disgrace, what I’m doing, but I can’t help it. My mouth drops open when he lifts his body out of the water and shakes his hair, spraying water everywhere. He’s in his early forties and he’s the hottest man I’ve ever seen. “Shit,” I whisper, squeezing my thighs together when I feel an answering tug low in my stomach. Mr Dale, my boyfriend’s dad, is ripped to a fucking T. He has broad shoulders--the kind that you hold onto when he’s fucking you deep--with thick muscly arms, the kind that holds onto you tight when he’s slamming into you with hard thrusts and you don’t have to worry he’s going to accidentally drop you. His briefs mold to his pac

“God, Sophie…” Mr Dale breathes, the words airy with desire.A harsh sound rips from his throat and he lifts a shaking hand, running it along my wet folds. Having him so close to my pussy makes me want to press my legs together but when I attempt to do that, the dark look he sends my way has me dismissing the thought as quickly as it had come.“I’ll die if I don’t taste you,” he confesses, wrapping his fingers around my thigh and pushing my legs even wider apart. “Spread your lips for me, baby.”Helpless to the desire that holds us hostage, I reach down and spread my pussy lips wide, shivering when the cool air hits me. I’ve never done anything so bold--so dirty--but the ragged groan that falls from Mr Dale’s lips only push me to want to please him even more.Placing one knee on the bathroom floor, Mr Dale brings his mouth to my pussy and gives me a long, brain-frying lick that has my head falling back against the mirror as I moan with abandon, pushing my hips against him in a silent

WILLIAM DALEShe fucked him. If I’d managed to sleep last night, it couldn’t have been more than a total of three hours combined. And it’s all because my son decided to let the world know that he’s fucking his girlfriend. I mean, I can’t exactly blame him, can I?One look at her and you’d understand why. She’s a walking wet dream. A sex-pot with the perkiest fucking tits I’ve ever seen and an equally perfectly rounded ass with more than enough flesh to hold on to. Lord knows I sneak glances at her, watching it jiggle every chance I get. “You good, dad?” Brad’s voice forces me out of my thoughts. I glance at him, seeing that he has an almost confused smile on his face. He looks well rested. Of course he does. Pussy that good has a way of leaving a man with a certain glow. I would know. I had the same one two days ago. But we haven’t had the chance to fuck ever since then because Brad’s been in our faces and I’m currently battling the world’s worst case of blue balls. Fucking gr

STANLEYMr Crawford failed my math paper.Again. Staring down at the paper in front of me, I fisted my hands, red creeping into my vision as anger filled me. Pushing up from my chair, I stormed over to the front of the class where he sat at his desk, his eyes fixed on his computer with those annoying glasses perched on his nose. I wanted to snatch them and smash them against the fucking desk. “How the hell did I get an F on this test?” I seethe, glaring down at the fool. He shares such striking resemblance with a frog, it’s a wonder he doesn’t get mistaken for one more often. His head jerks up and he narrows his beady little eyes at me. “I’d advise you to watch your tone, Callaghan.”Fuck you.That’s what I wanted to say. But it would only land me in detention and had plans after school. Plans that weren’t worth fucking up because of Mr Crawford. “I’d like to know how I failed this test when the majority of my answers were correct, sir.”My tone is the furthest thing from respe