All Chapters of Forbidden Desire: A Collection Of Short Erotica Stories : Chapter 91 - Chapter 98

I could still feel the heat of his cum slick against my thigh, the faint stickiness mixing with my own wetness as we lay tangled on the sidewalk, our chests heaving. Jake’s breath was ragged against my ear, his forehead pressed to my shoulder, and even though he’d just spilled, the hard length of his cock remained pressed against my skin, a stubborn reminder of what we’d just shared—and what we still craved. His hand slid down my side, fingers tracing the curve of my hip before slipping underneath the waistband of my leggings. The fabric was damp, stretched thin from our earlier friction, and his touch sent a fresh shiver through me. “You’re still shaking,” he murmured, voice low and rough, a promise and a challenge rolled into one. “Let’s see how deep you can take me.” I swallowed, my throat dry, and nodded against his chest. He shifted, pulling back just enough to sit on his heels, his broad shoulders flexing as he adjusted his shorts. The sight of his cock—still thick, v

Now… beg me to let you finish.” His eyes widened, the hunger in them flaring like a struck match. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he fought to find words past the roar of his need. “Please… Lola… I need to come inside you. I need to feel your pussy clamp around my cock while I fill you up. Let me fuck you… let me make you scream.” A wicked grin spread across my lips, and I shifted my weight, swinging my leg over his thighs. The sequined dress rode up higher, exposing the slick heat of my core, the lace of my panties already soaked through. I positioned myself directly above his throbbing shaft, feeling the heat radiate off his skin, the precum slicking the tip like a promise. “You want it?” I whispered, voice low and rough, my breath ghosting over his ear. “You want to feel me stretch around you?” He nodded, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled me down. I lowered myself slowly, savoring the stret

Dr. Marcus Hale's office smelled of sandalwood and clean linen. The blinds were half-drawn, letting in soft afternoon light that painted golden stripes across the examination table. Emily stood just inside the door, her fingers twisting the strap of her purse, heart hammering so loudly she was sure he could hear it. "Please, make yourself comfortable," Dr. Hale said, his voice low and calm. He was in his late thirties, tall, with broad shoulders and a neatly trimmed beard. His white coat hung open over a dark shirt. "Take your time. This is a safe space." Emily swallowed. "I... I've never been able to finish. Not once. Not with anyone. Not even alone." He nodded, no judgment in his eyes. "That's why you're here. Today we'll do a full physical assessment. Clothing off, please. Lie on the table when you're ready." She hesitated only a moment, then began to undress. Her sweater came off first, then her jeans, leaving her in a simple white bra and panties. When those followed, cool a

The tiny apartment smelled like cheap beer and microwave popcorn. Ryan sprawled across the couch, legs spread wide, while Marcus sat on the floor with his back against the coffee table. Empty cans littered the carpet. The laptop screen glowed between them, playing some porn video that neither of them was really watching anymore."Fuck, that guy has no technique," Ryan muttered, taking another swig from his can. "Look at how he's just yanking on it."Marcus laughed nervously, adjusting his position. "Yeah, I've never understood the appeal of these videos anyway. They all look so fake.""You don't watch porn?" Ryan raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised."I mean, sometimes. But it's not like... instructional or anything." Marcus shifted again, his cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol. "I don't really know what I'm doing half the time."Ryan paused the video, the room suddenly quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator. "Wait, seriously? You're telling me you've never figured out w