Lahat ng Kabanata ng WAVES OF WANT : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Damien didn’t stop. If anything, the sudden audience made him rougher. Three thick fingers stretched me wider, curling and thrusting while his thumb never let up on my clit. I was shaking, dress rucked up around my hips like a cheap belt, thong dangling uselessly from one ankle, moaning like a paid whore right there in front of a stranger who looked like he could bench-press a car. “Lock it,” Damien ordered without even glancing away from my face. His voice was calm, controlled, but his fingers were anything but—pistoning in and out of my soaked pussy with wet, obscene sounds that echoed off the mirrors. The bouncer—tall, tattooed, built like a goddamn tank with shoulders that strained his black shirt—flipped the heavy bolt on the curtained door. The metallic click sounded louder than the bass still thumping faintly outside. Then he stepped closer, eyes locked on the place where Damien’s fingers disappeared inside me again and again, my juices glistening on his knuckles. “Boss,” th

Monic stepped into the tattoo parlor just as the late afternoon sun filtered through the front windows, casting long shadows across the polished concrete floor. The bell above the door gave a soft chime that echoed in the quiet space. She had been thinking about this for months, the idea of getting her first real tattoo gnawing at her like an itch she could no longer ignore. At twenty eight years old, with a steady job in marketing that left her feeling trapped in a cycle of endless meetings and bland routines, she wanted something bold on her skin. Something that screamed she was more than the polished professional everyone saw on the outside. Her heart pounded a little harder as she scanned the room. The walls were lined with framed designs, vibrant colors and intricate lines that told stories of pain and beauty intertwined. The air carried that sharp mix of sterile wipes and fresh ink, a scent that made her stomach tighten with both nerves and excitement.Behind the counter, Maven

Monic dropped to her knees right there on the cool concrete floor of the private room, her freshly tattooed skin still tingling from the long session and the intense orgasm that had ripped through her only minutes earlier. The colorful roses and twisting thorns now bloomed vividly across her lower back and curved seductively over her hip bone, a permanent mark that Maven had carved into her body with his hands and his filthy words. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted. His cock strained heavily against the front of his jeans, the thick bulge begging to be freed. She could see the outline of it clearly, long and heavy, and the sight made her mouth water and her bare pussy clench with fresh need.You want me to show you how grateful I am? she asked, her voice husky and dripping with lust as her fingers worked open his belt buckle. After the way you just fingered me senseless while marking me up, I think I owe you everything.Maven threaded

The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the guest room pulling Ethan from a restless sleep. His dick was still half hard from the early morning erection and dreams that had filled the night images of Sophia bent over the kitchen counter with her sundress bunched around her waist while he slammed into her from behind. He groaned softly and rubbed a hand over his face trying to shake off the heavy ache between his legs. The house was quiet except for the faint clatter of dishes coming from downstairs. She was already up and moving around. He pulled on a pair of loose gym shorts and a clean t shirt then headed down to the kitchen. Sophia stood there at the counter flipping pancakes her back to him. She wore a thin white tank top that barely reached the tops of her thighs and a pair of tiny pink panties that hugged the full round cheeks of her ass like a second skin. The fabric disappeared between her legs leaving nothing to the imagination. Her blonde hair was loose and messy

Lila had been the nanny for the Thompson's for almost eight months and by now the rhythm of the big house felt like her own. She wakes early to get Tommy and Sophie dressed and fed, spends the long afternoons chasing them around the backyard or helping with their endless drawings at the kitchen table, and collapsing into her small room off the garage once the kids were finally asleep. The pay was generous enough to keep her from complaining about the long hours or the way Mr. Thompson barely remembered her name most days. His wife was kinder but always rushing off to meetings, leaving Lila with the quiet satisfaction of knowing the children adored her. What she had not expected was the way everything shifted the moment Ethan came home from the university for summer.He was twenty one, tall with dark hair that fell over his forehead and a lazy grin that made her stomach tighten the first time she saw him. Ethan walked through the front door on a Thursday afternoon, duffel bags slung o