All Chapters of FIFTY SHADES OF FILTHY DESIRES: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DannyThe office was dead quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the wet, obscene sounds Gia was making around my cock.She’d shown up exactly twenty-three minutes after my text, this is a record time for her. No bra, no panties, just that tiny red dress that hugged her tits like it was painted on and ended high enough on her thighs that one wrong move would flash the entire building. She knew the rules. She always knew the rules.I’d spent last night sexting her until 2 a.m. filthy promises about what I’d do to her throat, her pussy and her ass if she showed up today. Then she’d sent one last voice note: her moaning my name while she fucked herself with that thick pink dildo I bought her last month. I’d jerked off twice in my bed after that and still woke up hard. Still hard when I walked into the office at 7:45. Still hard when the clock hit 11:00 and she finally strolled through my door like she owned the place.Now she was on her knees between my spread thighs, m

OliviaThe bass from the speakers in Sloane’s backyard thumped through the grass and up into the soles of my bare feet. I’d kicked off my strappy sandals about an hour ago because the lawn was soft and the night was warm and I’d already had three glasses of the rosé Sloane kept pouring like it was water. Her forty-fifth birthday party was in full swing, string lights crisscrossed overhead, long tables groaning under catered trays of shrimp skewers and mini crab cakes, laughter spilling from every cluster of people. I should have been mingling. Instead I was leaning against the wooden fence that separated her yard from the neighbor’s, pretending to check my phone while I watched him.Michael. Sloane’s only son. Twenty-four. Home from grad school for the summer. Six-foot-two now, shoulders that had finally caught up to the promise of his teenage frame, dark hair still damp from the pool earlier, white linen shirt unbuttoned enough that I could see the hollow at the base of his throat an

I closed my eyes as if she could see me from extreme shame. “Yes.”Another beat, then she laughed lowly, surprised, almost relieved.“I knew it,” she said. “I saw the way you looked at him tonight. And the way he looked at you when he thought I wasn’t watching.”I blinked. “You… knew?”“Sweetheart.” Her voice softened. “I’ve been your best friend for twenty years. I know when you’re wet for someone. And I know my son too he’s been half in love with you since he was eighteen.”Michael’s hand slid up my thigh, possessive and wild, his thumb brushing the mess he’d left.Sloane continued. “I’m not mad. I’m… surprised. But not mad. Just… be careful. He’s young. You’re… not.”“I know.”“And use protection,” she added dryly. “I’m too young to be a grandmother and don’t want another godkid.”I laughed, still a bit shaky. “Noted.”She sighed. “Tell him to bring you to brunch tomorrow. Both of you. We’ll talk. Properly.”“Okay.” She paused. “And Olivia?”“Yeah?”“Enjoy him tonight. He’s… enthus

I peeled her jeans and panties off together. She was soaked. Shaved smooth like she’d prepared for this. Her clit was swollen and glistening. “My turn,” I said with my voice hoarse. I spread her thighs and licked her slow, broad strokes from her entrance to her clit. She cried out, hands flying to my hair. I ate her like I was starving while tongue fucking into her, then sucking her clit until her legs shook. She came fast, her back arching, thighs clamping around my head and a broken moan of my name. But I wasn’t done. I flipped us, me on my back, her straddling my face. “Sit on my mouth,” I ordered. She hesitated a bit, shy again. I just gripped her hips and pulled her down. The second her pussy touched my tongue she moaned loud, I licked her while she leaned forward, those cute small hands wrapping around my cock again. We were in a 69 position. Her mouth was still clumsy but eager. She licked and sucked while I devoured her from below, hands spreading her ass so I could

“Long lost love” LaraThe last time I saw Jake, we were eighteen and stupidly in love. We stood in the middle of the airport terminal, hands locked together like we could stop time if we just held on tight enough. He was flying to London for university, some fancy architecture program that had accepted him with a full trip. I was heading to Sydney the next day for marine biology, a dream I’d chased since we were kids collecting shells on the beach together. We promised we’d make it work. Video calls every night, visits during breaks, handwritten letters like the old movies we used to watch in his basement. We lasted six months. Time zones murdered us. His lectures started when my day was ending. My labs ran late into nights when he was just waking up. The calls grew shorter, the silences longer, until one rainy Tuesday he told me he couldn’t keep doing this to either of us. I cried so hard I threw up in the dorm bathroom.Then I deleted every photo, blocked every account, and tol