Todos os capítulos de Midnight Cravings: A Forbidden 18+ Erotic collection : Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

The championship game had just ended with a stunning victory for the high school basketball team.The star player, 18-year-old Jake, had scored the winning shot. His mother, Rebecca, 39, had been cheering louder than anyone in the stands.Rebecca was a stunning single mom — curvy, with long auburn hair, full breasts, and a warm, confident smile that turned heads. She had raised Jake alone and was incredibly proud of him.After the game, the team coach, Coach Marcus Reed, 42, invited the players and parents to a victory celebration at his house.Marcus was tall, powerfully built from years of coaching and playing, with a deep voice, salt-and-pepper hair, and the kind of commanding presence that made players respect him and women notice him.During the party, Rebecca found herself alone with Coach Reed in the kitchen while everyone else was outside by the pool.“You raised an incredible player,” Marcus said, handing her a glass of wine. His eyes lingered on her figure in the fitted sund

The following Friday evening, after a late practice, Rebecca arrived at the school gym to “pick up” her son Jake.But Jake had already left with friends for a team dinner, leaving the gym almost empty except for Coach Marcus Reed locking up the equipment room.The moment Rebecca stepped inside, Marcus locked the main doors.He didn’t say a word.He simply walked over, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her into the equipment room, slamming the door behind them.“Jake just left,” he growled, pushing her against the wall stacked with mats. “He told me to tell you he’d be home late. That means we have this whole gym to ourselves for at least two hours.”Rebecca’s breath hitched as Marcus yanked her sundress up to her waist and ripped her panties down her legs.He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, devouring her pussy with aggressive hunger. His tongue licked long, rough strokes through her folds, sucking her clit hard while two thick fingers pushed inside her,

The next night, their parents were home but had gone to bed early after a long day.Mia lay in her room, heart racing, wearing only a tiny tank top and panties. She had been waiting for Damien’s text.At 11:30 PM, her phone buzzed.Damien: My room. Now. Quiet.She slipped out of bed and tiptoed down the hallway, careful not to make a sound as she passed their parents’ closed door.The moment she stepped into Damien’s room, he closed the door and locked it.He was shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, showing the deep V of his abs.Without a word, he grabbed her, pulled her against him, and kissed her hard — deep, hungry, and full of barely restrained need.His hands slid under her tank top, squeezing her breasts roughly before yanking the fabric up and off.“On the bed,” he ordered quietly. “On your back. Legs spread.”Mia obeyed, lying down and opening her thighs for him.Damien crawled over her, kissing down her neck, then her breasts, sucking hard on he

The following weekend, Mrs. Thompson was away on another business trip, leaving the house completely to David and the kids.Emma had agreed to stay overnight as the live-in babysitter for the entire weekend.The kids went to bed early, exhausted from a day at the park.The moment their bedroom doors closed, the air in the house changed.David found Emma in the kitchen, wearing one of his old button-down shirts as a makeshift nightshirt — the hem barely covering her ass, the top few buttons undone to show deep cleavage.He didn’t say a word.He walked up behind her, pressed her against the kitchen counter, and kissed her neck hungrily while his hands slid under the shirt.“No panties again,” he growled, discovering her bare pussy. “You really are trying to tempt me into fucking you while my kids are sleeping upstairs.”Emma moaned softly, pushing her ass back against his hardening cock.“I want you to,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck your babysitter in every room of your house whil

Elara was 21, working as a live-in housekeeper for Mr. Damien Blackwood, a 46-year-old wealthy widower.Damien was tall, commanding, with salt-and-pepper hair, sharp features, and the quiet intensity of a man who had built an empire after losing his wife five years ago. He was reserved, powerful, and rarely smiled — but his eyes always lingered on Elara a little too long when she moved around the grand estate.Elara had been working there for three months. She wore the simple black-and-white uniform he provided, but she had started altering it slightly — shorter hemlines, tighter fits — hoping he would notice.Tonight, Damien was in his study working late. Elara brought him his usual evening tea.When she set the tray down on his desk, she “accidentally” leaned forward a little too much, letting the top button of her uniform blouse strain and reveal deep cleavage.Damien’s eyes flicked up from his laptop, darkening as they traced the curve of her breasts.“Elara,” he said, voice low