All Chapters of FIFTY SHADES OF FILTHY DESIRES: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

He doesn’t let me finish the sentence. Two thick fingers push inside me, curling slowly and searching. When they find that spongy spot I didn’t even know still worked, my back arches clean off the bed. “Right there?” he murmurs against my pussy. “Yes…. fuck…. yes, right there!” He works me open with those fingers, slow and deep, while his tongue keeps lazy circles on my clit. The pressure builds differently than anything I’ve felt in years thick, heavy, rolling through my whole pelvis instead of just a quick spark. My moans turn into desperate little cries. My thighs start to tremble. Henry still didn’t speed up. He keeps the same torturous rhythm until my orgasm sneaks up on me like a wave I didn’t see coming. It crashes slow and deep, rolling through me in long, shuddering pulses. I come with a long, broken moan that sounds almost surprised, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers while he keeps licking me through it. When I finally sag back against the pillow

The bass from the speakers downstairs was still shaking the walls like the frat house was trying to give itself a heart attack. Red Solo cups littered the hallway, someone was puking in the bathroom two doors down, and the air smelled like cheap beer, weed, and bad decisions. I had one arm looped around Asher’s waist, half-carrying, half-dragging my best friend up the creaky wooden stairs. He was six-foot-two of pure dead weight tonight, his head lolling against my shoulder, messy brown hair tickling my cheek. “Stace… you’re the best,” he slurred for the tenth time, his breath warm and boozy against my ear. “No one else would haul my ass up here. Not even my own brothers.” “Yeah, yeah, hero complex activated,” I muttered, sarcastically. “Just don’t puke on my shoes. These are the only cute ones I own that don’t have holes.” He laughed….. that deep, stupid laugh that always made my stomach flip even when we were kids stealing cookies from my mom’s kitchen. We’d been best friend

We didn’t move for a long time. His arms stayed wrapped around me, one hand lazily stroking my back while the other played with my hair. The party downstairs had quieted to muffled laughter and distant music. My body felt loose, sated, a little sore in the best places. Asher broke the silence first, voice soft and surprisingly clear for how drunk he’d been. “That wasn’t just the alcohol, Stace.” I lifted my head, chin on his chest, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Oh? So the drunk best friend suddenly realizes he wants to fuck his platonic soulmate?” Sarcasm was always my shield, even now. He smiled…. that crooked, boyish grin that had always been my weakness. “Not suddenly. I’ve been an idiot for years. Watching you date losers who didn’t deserve you. Pretending I was fine with just friends. But tonight… when you were dragging my drunk ass up here, laughing at me… I realized I don’t want to lose you. Not as my best friend. Not ever.” My throat tightened. Drama wasn’t us

By the time I pulled into our driveway, the sun had dipped lower, casting long shadows across the front lawn. My boyfriend, Ethan, was already home, his car parked neatly in the driveway. I sat for a moment in the driver’s seat, thighs still sticky with the stranger’s release, my core tender and aching in the most satisfying way. Guilt twisted in my chest like a living thing. Ethan was good to me. Patient and loyal. He didn’t deserve this secret hunger that had taken root inside me.Yet the craving refused to fade. If anything, it had only grown sharper after the gas station encounter.I stepped inside, forcing a bright smile as Ethan looked up from the couch where he was watching television. “Hey, babe. How was the drive?”“Long,” I replied, crossing the room to kiss him. The taste of the stranger still lingered faintly on my tongue, and the knowledge sent a forbidden thrill through me. “But I’m home now.”He pulled me onto his lap, hands settling innocently on my hips. We talked f

Eleanor’s hands moved with deliberate patience, peeling the sheet away from my body until my cock sprang free, hard and throbbing from the earlier stimulation and the surreal turn this afternoon had taken. She wrapped her fingers around the base, giving a slow, experimental stroke that drew a low, involuntary moan from deep in my throat. Her touch was confident, knowing….. nothing like the hesitant explorations of newer lovers.“You’re quite impressive,” she murmured, a hint of sarcasm threading through her words as she continued the unhurried movements. “Olive is a lucky woman when she remembers to appreciate what she has. Though from what you said, she’s been rather… withholding lately.”I let out a breathy laugh, the sound strained. “Understatement of the year. It’s been frustrating as hell.” The admission hung between us, making the moment feel even more illicit. Eleanor leaned down, her breasts brushing against my chest as her lips hovered near the head of my cock. She presse