All Chapters of WAVES OF WANT : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Desk Of Sin: The First Thrust That Broke The Rule

“That’s it, little girl,” he rasped, voice wrecked and rough, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise as he held me pinned across his desk. “Take every goddamn inch. Let me feel how much you need this.”My sister’s best friend’s dad had me bent over his leather blotter, skirt shoved up around my waist in wrinkled bunches, panties long gone somewhere on the floor—probably kicked under the chair or tangled near the door. The house was full—Lila and Chloe giggling downstairs over wine, their voices rising and falling like distant waves, music drifting up the stairs in lazy pulses, a cruel reminder of how wrong this was, how close the normal world still was.But Mr. Harlan didn’t care. Not anymore.He fucked me like he hated me for making him want this. Like every thrust was payback for the nights he’d lain awake, fists clenched in the sheets, thinking about the way my sundress had hugged my thighs at the last family barbecue—how the thin cotton had ridden up just enough when I

Still Inside Me

His Claim Lingered While I Pretend To Be Innocent The kitchen smelled like garlic and Chloe’s vanilla candle obsession. Laughter bounced off the white subway tiles—Lila’s bright cackle, Chloe’s softer one—and some pop song I didn’t recognize thumped quietly from the Bluetooth speaker on the counter. I stood at the island, pretending to scroll through my phone, pretending the ache between my legs wasn’t still pulsing like a second heartbeat. My thighs stuck together a little when I shifted. Slick. Warm. His. I pressed them tighter, crossed my ankles, tried to look normal. Normal twenty-two-year-old visiting her big sister and her best friend for a casual Friday night hang. Not the girl who’d just let Chloe’s dad fuck her senseless on his desk upstairs while everyone else sipped rosé and argued about which takeout place had the best pad thai. Lila glanced over from where she was pouring more wine. “You okay, Evie? You look flushed.” I forced a smile, the kind that showed teeth

Midnight On The Stairs

"Halfway between Risk and Surrender" Saturday morning I woke up in the guest room at Lila’s place—technically Chloe’s place, since Lila was crashing here while her apartment got fumigated. Same difference. Same house. Same man sleeping down the hall who’d finger-fucked me to orgasm less than twelve hours ago while his daughter and my sister binge-watched trash TV downstairs. I lay there staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazy circles, thighs still tender, skin still marked in faint purple fingerprints where he’d gripped too hard. My phone buzzed once on the nightstand. A text from Lila. Lila: Breakfast at that new café on 5th? Chloe’s hungover. I need caffeine and gossip. I typed back quick. Me: Sure. Give me 20. I didn’t want to leave the house. Not really. I wanted to sneak down the hall, slip into his bedroom while everyone else was still asleep, crawl under his sheets, and see how long it took before he woke up hard and angry and buried himself inside me again. But

Caught in the Quiet: He's bed, our secret. No turning back.

The house felt smaller after that afternoon. Every creak of the floorboards sounded like footsteps coming to find us. Every laugh from downstairs felt like a countdown. I kept waiting for the moment someone would knock on the office door, or worse—push it open without knocking—and see the mess we’d made of each other. But no one did. Lila and Chloe stayed glued to the couch through two movies and half a bottle of cheap rosé. They called up for pizza around eight. Ordered extra cheese, extra pepperoni, the works. Harlan answered the door when it arrived, paid with his card, brought the boxes in like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn’t just cum down my throat earlier while I knelt on his office rug trying not to moan loud enough to wake the neighborhood. He set the pizza on the coffee table. Looked at me once—quick, searing—then sat in his armchair like always. Legs spread. Casual. Untouchable. I took a slice. Ate it without tasting it. My lips still felt swollen from him. My

Dawn that Breaks the Lie: "Morning light exposes what night tried to hide".

Morning light sliced through the half-closed blinds like accusation. I woke up first. Harlan’s arm was still slung heavy across my waist, his breath slow and warm against the back of my neck. His chest rose and fell in the kind of deep sleep that only comes after you’ve fucked yourself empty of everything except regret. I didn’t move. Didn’t want to. If I stayed perfectly still, maybe the house would forget we existed. Maybe the clock would stop. But clocks don’t listen. Somewhere downstairs a coffee maker gurgled to life. Chloe’s muffled yawn floated up the stairs. Lila’s voice followed—bright, sleepy, already complaining about how early the sun was. Reality crashed in cold. I slipped out from under his arm. Careful. Silent. His fingers flexed once like they were reaching for me even in sleep, then relaxed. I stood naked beside the bed for a second, looking down at him. Hair mussed across the pillow. Jaw shadowed with stubble. The faint red marks my nails had left on his

Poisoned Womb: Sister's Cunt Fucked Raw#1..

Rachel’s hands trembled as she clutched her phone in the dark walk-in closet. The hidden camera she had installed two weeks ago—supposedly to watch the new cleaning lady was now streaming live from their bedroom. And what it showed made her thighs clench so hard she could feel her own pulse throbbing between them. Anger and hunger. There was her husband Alex, naked, sweaty, muscles rippling under the low light of their bedside lamp. His thick, veined penis, nine inches of pure fucking pleasure that she used to ride every other day was buried balls deep in her little step sister Mia. Mia’s legs were wrapped around his waist like a whore in heat, ankles locked, heels digging into his ass as he pounded her. The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin filled the audio. Mia’s pussy lips were stretched obscenely around him, glistening with cream, every thrust forcing a fresh gush of her juices to drip down his heavy balls and soak the sheets Rachel had just washed that morning. “Fuck, Mia… yo

Poisoned Womb: Sister's Cunt Fucked Raw#2..

Mia moved in the following Saturday with two suitcases and a smile that could cut glass. Rachel helped carry the bags upstairs, noticing how Mia’s hips swayed extra when Alex was watching from the doorway. She wore a thin white sundress with no bra—her nipples dark shadows under the fabric, already stiff from the air conditioning or the thrill of stepping into enemy territory. “Guest room is all yours,” Rachel said brightly, setting the suitcase on the bench at the foot of the bed. “Bathroom is shared with the master, but we’ll make it work. Family first, right?” Mia turned, eyes glittering. “Absolutely. I want to be as close as possible… to both of you.” She hugged Rachel longer than necessary, pressing her full breasts against Rachel’s smaller ones. Rachel felt the hard points of Mia’s nipples drag across her shirt and had to fight the urge to grab a fistful of that black hair and yank. Instead she patted Mia’s back like a good big step sister. That night they had a “welcome

Poisoned Womb: Sister's Cunt Fucked Raw#3..

The clinic smelled like antiseptic and money. White walls, soft lighting, the kind of place where rich people paid strangers to grow their babies. Rachel sat in the plush chair beside Alex, legs crossed tight so the damp spot on her thong wouldn’t show. Mia was already on the table in the procedure room, legs in stirrups, shaved pussy glistening under the bright lights because the doctor had just finished the prep. Rachel had slipped the first dose of poison into Mia’s protein shake that morning—two drops, tasteless, odorless. Just enough to start the slow rot in her sister’s blood. By the time the baby came, Mia’s organs would be soup. But right now Mia looked perfect: flushed, nipples hard against the thin gown, eyes glassy with excitement. The doctor smiled like this was normal. “Embryo transfer complete. Two perfect blastocysts from Rachel’s eggs, fertilized with Alex’s sperm. Mia, you’re officially our surrogate. Bed rest for forty-eight hours, then light activity. We’ll co

Poisoned Womb: Sister's Cunt Fucked Raw#4...

Months passed in a haze of cum, sweat, and slow poison. Mia’s belly swelled beautifully—round, tight, glowing under the stretched skin. At five months the ultrasound showed two perfect heartbeats, tiny fists waving like they were already fighting for space. Rachel framed the sonogram picture on the nursery wall and kissed it every morning while Mia slept off the latest round of morning sickness that never quite went away. The poison had escalated. Rachel now slipped six to seven drops into every smoothie, every herbal tea, every glass of water Mia drank. It tasted like nothing. It burned like hell inside. Mia’s skin took on a faint yellowish tint doctors chalked up to “pregnancy glow” mixed with fatigue. Her nails grew brittle. Her gums bled when she brushed her teeth. She tired faster, bruised easier, but the sex never slowed. If anything, it got hungrier. By seven months Mia could barely walk without waddling, but she still crawled onto the king-size bed every other night

The Line We Burned#1...

The kind of fire that consumes. Craving the man I never should. Max, my supposed brother. Max's parents adopted me as a child and ever since I've been a part of their family. He practically calls me little sister but all I ever want to do is fuck him silly. Fuck him till I'm unable to move. I've secretly had a crush on Max since I was 12 and now, I'm 18 and he's 20. Can't recall the number of times I fell asleep thinking what it'll be like to have him fuck me so raw and hard till I cry for help out of pleasure. Is it right to want to fuck him? He's supposed to be my brother. Our parents (his parents) picked me up from the dump side as a child and taken care of me as theirs. I've always had a crush on him but only recently found out two years ago that I was adopted. Maybe that's why I've always liked him more than a brother and ever since I found out, all I want to do is fuck his brains out.The house was quiet that Saturday afternoon, the kind of quiet that only comes when both parent

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