All Chapters of Filthy, Dirty Desires: An Erotica Anthology: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CONNORA hiss falls from my lips when she takes my cock into her hot mouth, those sinful lips wrapping around me. My hips jerk from the shock and the action sends me deeper into her mouth.When she moans, the sound causes a vibration that almost makes me spill right there in her mouth.“Abigail,” I warn, tugging on her hair so that my length slips free from her mouth. “Be nice.”Giving me a she-devil smirk, she darts out her tongue and slowly drags it up the underside of my cock before wrapping her lips around the purpling head and slipping me free with an audible pop. “I am nice.”My eyes cling to the string of saliva that connects her lips to my cock. A shudder courses through me.The more I look at her, the more I’m reminded that she’s fucked other guys. That she’s sucked their cocks this same way that makes me want to worship her when I’m not a religious man to begin with.To think that they’ve had her pussy…A snarl rips from my mouth as I force her head back on my cock and begin

LUCIADan yanks my leggings down, shoves the crotch of my thong to the side and rubs my lips with his fingers before pushing one inside me.My lips fall open on a soft gasp, my walls clamping down around his thick digit.“So fucking wet,” he hisses, withdrawing his finger only to push it back in slowly, allowing me adjust to it. “And so fucking tight. Just how I like it, baby.”Baby.The endearment has pleasure sluicing down my small frame, my core growing wetter. I close my eyes, wanting to hide away from the intensity in his gaze but he tuts his disapproval. “Leave them open,” he orders in that deep, husky voice. “I want them open.”I’m helpless to obey.Helpless to do nothing but hold his eyes as he fucks me with his thick finger. He adds another finger and my body sucks him in with slight difficulty. A difficulty that disappears when his thumb finds my clit and begins rubbing it in small little circles that have me circling my hips for more and lifting onto my toes.“What do you th

LUCIAI can barely focus on anything all day in school the next day.My best friend, Clarissa, asked me why I was so distracted and even chalked it up to Brad, who had cornered me and asked me why I canceled on him and refused to pick his calls afterwards. I told him something came up and walked away before he could say any more.When I get home, I say hi to mom in the living room and hurry up the stairs--which is almost impossible considering how sore I am--to shower and change.I rifle through my closet for something that fits the description my stepdad gave me. My wandering hand stops on a short gown with strappy hands. The chances of me wearing something like this on a random day are slim to none because I usually wouldn’t wear something so short with my stepdad around except that now, I’m wearing it for him.It’s a slip of a dress that barely covers my backside. It also makes my boobs look great, so I think it’s perfect.Slipping it on, I admire myself in the mirror, turning to s

MILAI wake up to a head between my legs.“Oh,” I cry out, my hands falling over my head to fist the pillow while I undulate my hips. “Oh, that feels so good.”The tongue between my thighs is licking me so passionately and expertly, it comes as a delightful surprise to me. My husband has never really been big on going down on me and even when he did, he was never so enthusiastic.Perhaps he’d decided to give me a nice treat before he leaves for work tomorrow.His broad shoulders keep my legs spread wide to receive the attentions from his wicked tongue. He’s so shockingly good at this that in no time, my thighs start shaking as my orgasm nears.In all honesty? I can’t remember the last time my husband succeeded in making me cum. He always finished before me. Sometimes, he felt bad about it but most times, he was already yanking his trousers back up his ass and walking away.I moan loudly as my orgasm slams into me with startling force, riding his tongue unashamedly.He laps up my juice

MILAThe next morning, it’s a struggle to act like I didn’t have a wild night.Not only do flashes of our night together turn me into a horny mess whenever I look at Mason, I’m also sore from taking such a big cock and have the limp to show for it.I should have thought about that when I was asking him to go harder. Now I’m limping all over the place and doing a terrible job of hiding it. Mason seems to enjoy it though. Currently, he’s sitting at the kitchen island, watching me over his cup of coffee as I cook, a wicked gleam dancing in his eyes whenever I have to reach for something and I limp.My husband must have snuck in later at night but I was knocked out cold from my hard fucking and didn’t even know when.Speak of the devil.He walks in just then, arranging his collar. “Hey, honey.” He walks over to where I’m standing and kisses my cheek. “Is my lunch ready?”Barely holding back from rolling my eyes, I point to the island where his lunch box sits. When he acts like an asshole