Todos os capítulos de Sinful Desires: Spicy Short Stories : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

ElenaLater that afternoon, I cranked up the old radio Viktor had found, blasting pop music through the cabin. The walls were thin, and the sound echoed throughout the whole place. I danced around the living room, my skirt twirling, knowing he could see me from his post by the door. "Lighten up!" I called over the noise. "Join me. Or is dancing against your bodyguard code?"He stormed over, his boots thudding on the floor. "Turn it down. Now."I pouted, swaying my hips exaggeratedly. "Why? Afraid it'll attract bears? Or are you just allergic to fun?"His jaw clenched, and he reached past me to twist the knob, silencing the music. Our bodies were inches apart, his scent filling my senses making me a bit dizzy. I wanted to rest my head in that space of his neck and lick him there. I bet he'd taste as good as he smelled. "You're testing me, princess. Don't."The nickname stung a bit, but it also thrilled me. "What are you gonna do about it, big guy? Spank me?" The words were out of m

ElenaMy ass burned like it had been set on fire, the throbbing bruises from Viktor's massive hand pulsing with every shallow breath I took. I was still draped over his lap in the dim movie room, my shorts tangled around my thighs, pussy dripping from his teasing fingers that circled my clit without mercy. Electric tingles shot through my core, building that unbearable pressure, making my hips grind against his hand despite the humiliation flooding me. I'd never been touched like this—sheltered my whole life, kisses were as far as I'd gone—and the innocence in me screamed that this was wrong, dirty. But God, it felt so right, my body betraying me with flutters and wetness I couldn't control. Tears streaked my face from the spanking, mixing pain with this confusing pleasure, and I whimpered incoherently, "Viktor... please, I need—"He pulled his fingers away just as the edge of orgasm teased me, leaving me aching, empty, and frustrated. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, dark and

ElenaWithout warning, he thrust in roughly, no gentleness or easing me into it.The pain I immediately felt made me feel like I was being split open, the walls of my virgin pussy stretching around his impossible girth.I cried out, a sharp yelp that echoed in the room, tears springing to my eyes as he buried himself to the hilt.He was so big, filling me completely, the fullness overwhelming, pressing against every sensitive inch inside me.My body tensed, clenching around him in protest, the burn intense, like fire radiating from my core.But he held still for a moment, his free hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise, letting me adjust."Дыши, принцесса (Breathe, Princess)," he murmured, a twisted hint of tenderness in his gravelly tone, his thumb stroking my skin even as he stripped away what was left of my dignity."You're taking Daddy's cock so well."The praise sank into me like warmth, contrasting the pain, making me melt into a puddle and slowly, it morphed.The stretch tu

Valerie I laid beneath Marcus, my body moving with his thrusts, but it all felt so mechanical. It was our honeymoon week in this gorgeous new penthouse, and I kept telling myself this was what love looked like—intimate, connected and real. But as he grunted above me, his cock sliding in and out in that same old missionary position, too quick and not deep enough, I felt next to nothing. I didn't feel any spark, there was little to no build-up. He'd skipped foreplay AGAIN and just climbed on top of me after a quick kiss, like it was a routine chore. My mind started drifting off to stupid things, like what I needed from the grocery store tomorrow or how I'd organize the closet later. Anything to fill the emptiness where pleasure should have been."Fuck, babe, you feel so good," he panted, his face scrunched up in concentration. I tried to focus, to will myself to feel something other than this vague pressure inside me. I shifted my hips a little, hoping it would hit the right spot

Val My heart pounded like a frantic drum against my ribs as Leon pressed his heavy frame against me from behind, his hard, thick cock grinding into my ass through the thin layers of our clothing.The cold edge of the kitchen sink dug into my hips, but I found myself unable to move or maybe I simply didn't want to break contact.Every single inch of his powerful body felt terrifyingly familiar, carrying that commanding, predatory presence that had once owned every part of my soul and body completely."We can't do this here," I hissed, my voice barely a whisper as my eyes darted toward the open dining room where Marcus hummed a cheerful tune to himself, remaining as oblivious as ever.Leon chuckled, a low rumbling sound that vibrated through my entire body and caused my pussy to clench in an instinctive, hungry response.His hand slid with practiced ease under the hem of my sundress, his rough fingers tracing the fragile lace edge of my panties with an agonizing, deliberate slowness."