All Chapters of Taste of Pleasure(Short Story Collection): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It had only been eight days since my last getting fucked up, yet my body was screaming as if it had been starved for an eternity. The explosive showdown with Drew, my gold-digging, soul-sucking ex—had left me utterly alone. Now, the only things keeping me company were the ghosts of our fights and a drawer full of silicone toys that couldn't replace the warmth of a real body. I was so fucking horny that I could feel it in my bones. Desire pooled between my legs, thick and insistent, and no battery-operated device could satisfy this ache. All I craved was a real man this time around, his weight pressing against me, his thick cock filling me, strong hands gripping my waist as he thrust deep inside of me completely, whispering filthy words until I was a wreck beneath him. "Fuck this," I muttered, my voice hoarse with a need that bordered on pain. I was tired of pretending, tired of closing my eyes and trying to convince myself that my own fingers belonged to someone else while I k

He stood up slowly, his body a tower of dominance over me. His shirt came off first, tossed aside like an afterthought, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest and the hard ridges of his abdomen. A faint trail of dark hair disappeared into the waistband of his jeans, a roadmap to paradise. My breath hitched. He was even more magnificent than I'd imagined in my most fevered dreams. "Your turn," he commanded, his voice was low and rumble that vibrated through the very air I breathed. My hands shook as I reached for the hem of my dress, but he stopped me. "No. Let me do it." He knelt again, taking the fabric between his teeth and slowly, torturously, pulling it upward. His lips brushed against my stomach then slowly to my ribs, and then to the underside of my breasts. Each touch was a brand, a claim of pleasure. When the dress was finally pulled around my waist, his eyes devoured the sight of my bare torso, his gaze was so hot that it felt like a physical touch. "Perfect," he

I had been nursing a secret crush on my stepbrother from the very first day he came back from London. He was every woman's dream tall, with chiseled features that made my heart skip, eyes that seemed to see right through me, and a strong build that hinted at his athletic nature. But he kept me at arm's length, especially when our parents were around. His behavior toward me bordered on cold indifference, and I couldn't understand why. I'd watch him charm other girls with that magnetic smile, yet when it came to me, it was as if I were invisible. Today was like any other Tuesday. Our parents had left for work hours ago, leaving the house to ourselves. I was making my way through my chores, broom in hand, when I reached his bedroom door. Without thinking, without knocking I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The scene that greeted me made me freeze in place. There he was, lying shirtless on his bed, one hand wrapped around his impressive erection while his other hand held somet

The shrill buzz of my cell phone ripped me from my deep sleep. My hand fumbled blindly across the bedside table, searching in the dark. When I found nothing, I finally pried my eyes open just as the ringing stopped. The phone lay on the floor beside my bed. I grabbed it to check who'd called. "Dad" flashed across the screen. Before I could process picking it up, the phone started ringing again. I answered quickly. "Hello, Dad." A yawn escaped my lips. "Hi, love. Still sleeping?" his voice came through. "Yeah, Dad. And thanks to you, I'm awake now because I had a lot to do." I sat up, propping my head against the pillow. "I'm sorry, love for waking you up." "Don't worry about it. What's up with the call?" "I tried to call your mom, but she's not picking up. I don't know why." "She's probably still sleeping too. I said to him. What's the message? Or is it some couple of secrets I shouldn't hear?" I teased. "Love, you'll never change with that sense of humor. Just te

I had never imagined I’d find myself sitting alone at twenty-six, still technically a virgin in every sense of the word. It was a Sunday, and the heavy rain was battering against my windowpane, creating a lonely rhythm that matched the silence in my apartment. I was deep in thought, my mind wandering through the complexities of my life, specifically regarding my boyfriend Nick.It's just like I've been single for a whole two months.Then, the doorbell rang. I glanced at the clock; it was late afternoon. I heard the distinct sounds of Michael and Divine knocking on my door, their voices muffled by the wood.Little did I know, this Sunday was about to flip everything upside down.They didn't wait for an invitation. Using the spare key they already had with them, they barged in without a second thought. It was a casual intrusion, but one I was secretly grateful for. Divine was holding an order of food and wine, juggling it carefully as he pushed the door open. He looked effortlessly char