All Chapters of Midnight Cravings: A Forbidden collection : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The private hotel suite was still dark when Elena woke up wrapped in Damien’s arms.The city lights twinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Damien was already awake, his hard cock pressing insistently against her thigh.He kissed the back of her neck, voice rough with morning lust.“On your knees, Elena.”She didn’t hesitate.Elena slid down his body until she was kneeling between his spread thighs on the luxurious bed. Damien propped himself up against the pillows, watching her with dark, hungry eyes.She started slow and teasing, exactly how she knew he liked it.First, she ran her soft hands up his muscular thighs, nails lightly scratching his skin. Then she leaned in and pressed open-mouthed kisses along the V of his hips, deliberately avoiding his cock.Damien’s breath hitched.She looked up at him through her lashes, lips brushing the base of his thick shaft.“You’ve been so good to me on every flight,” she whispered, voice sweet and seductive. “Let me show you how gratef

Mia had been working as Mr. Alexander Voss’s personal secretary for eight months.He was 44, the powerful CEO of a major company — tall, impeccably dressed, with sharp features, silver threading through his dark hair, and an intense, no-nonsense presence that made the entire office nervous.Everyone called him “Mr. Voss” and avoided eye contact.Mia, however, had started noticing the way his gaze lingered on her when she bent over to file documents or when she stayed late to finish reports.Tonight, it was well past 9 PM. The office was empty except for the two of them.Mia knocked on his door, carrying the final report he had asked for.“Come in,” his deep voice commanded.She stepped inside. Mr. Voss was sitting behind his massive desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled up to show his strong forearms.“Close the door,” he said without looking up at first.Mia did, then approached the desk and placed the report in front of him.“Is there anything else you need tonight, Mr. Voss?” she asked

Victoria was 39, married to a wealthy but distant executive who was always traveling for work. Their luxurious backyard had a beautiful pool that she spent most of her lonely days lounging beside.That summer, they hired a new pool boy Leo, 22, tall, athletic, with sun-kissed skin, messy dark hair, and a cocky smile that made Victoria’s pulse quicken every time he showed up.Leo knew exactly what he was doing. He worked shirtless, muscles glistening with sweat, and always “accidentally” flexed when he caught her watching from the lounge chair.One particularly hot afternoon, Victoria was lying by the pool in a tiny red bikini that barely contained her full breasts and left little to the imagination.Leo was cleaning the pool filter when he looked up and caught her staring.“Hot day, Mrs. Lang,” he said, wiping sweat from his brow. His eyes slowly raked over her body. “You look like you could use a cool dip.”Victoria’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away.“Maybe I do,” she replie

The next afternoon was even hotter, the sun beating down on the backyard like it was in on their secret.Sophia waited by the pool in nothing but a tiny string bikini that was more strings than fabric. The top was two small triangles that barely covered her nipples, and the bottoms were a thong that disappeared completely between her ass cheeks.Leo arrived shirtless, his muscular body already glistening with sweat. The moment he saw her, his cock visibly hardened in his shorts.“Damn, Mrs. Lang,” he said, dropping his bag and walking straight to her. “You’re trying to make me lose my job today.”Sophia smiled seductively and stood up, letting him see every curve.“I’m trying to make you lose control,” she purred, stepping close enough that her breasts brushed his chest. “My husband extended his trip. He won’t be back for another week. That means the entire house… and me… are yours whenever you want.”Leo didn’t waste another second.He grabbed her, pulled her against him, and kissed

The reception was still in full swing downstairs — music thumping, laughter echoing, guests dancing and toasting the happy couple.But upstairs in the bridal suite, the real celebration was happening.Cole had Ava bent over the vanity, her wedding dress hiked up around her waist, her white lace garter belt and stockings still on. He was pounding into her from behind with deep, powerful strokes, one hand fisting her veil while the other gripped her hip.“Fuck— this married pussy feels even better the second time,” he growled, spanking her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Your husband is downstairs cutting the cake with his parents… and I’m up here balls-deep in his new bride.”Ava moaned loudly, pushing her ass back to meet every brutal thrust.“Harder, Cole,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Fuck me like you own me… Make me forget I just got married.”Cole railed her relentlessly, the vanity mirror shaking with every slam. He reached around and rubbed her clit roughly while