All Chapters of SINFUL ADDICTION: Short Dirty Stories : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 3 Zara’s POVThe bottle spun again while I was still catching my breath on the couch, my shorts soaked through and my lips swollen from all the biting and kissing. It landed straight on Kai once more. “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I muttered, pushing my messy hair out of my face. My pussy was still throbbing from grinding on him for so long and now the damn game kept giving him more control.Kai grinned like he’d won the lottery, checking his phone. “Perfect timing. Mom and Dad just texted they’re calling in five minutes to check on us. Get your ass to the table and act normal on the laptop. But when that bottle says my name again, you’re riding me for real this time. No more clothes in the way.”My stomach flipped hard. “Kai, no. Not while they’re on the call. That’s too risky, you idiot.” But he was already pulling me up by the arm and walking me over to the table like it was no big deal. I sat down in front of the laptop just as the video call started ringi

Chapter 1 Mia POVThe whistle cut through the air like it always did when Coach Harlan was pissed and I kept driving my legs harder even though every muscle in my body was on fire. Sweat stung my eyes, my sports bra was plastered to my tits, and my thighs felt like they were about to snap. I was the best runner on the team, the good prodigy everyone talked about, but right then I just wanted to prove I could push past my limit one more time. Stupid fucking idea. My right thigh twisted wrong on the final sprint and pain exploded up my leg like someone had jammed a hot poker straight into the muscle.“Fuck!” I cried out, my stride breaking hard.Coach Harlan was on me in a second, his thick arm locking around my waist before I could eat dirt. His chest was solid and hot against my side, that familiar mix of his sweat and the mint gum he chewed all practice filling my nose.“Easy now, Mia,” he growled close to my ear, voice rough but steady like he wasn’t even surprised I’d fucked

Chapter 3 Mia POVThe words spilled out of my mouth before my brain could catch up, my voice cracking and needy while I stared up at him from the bench, my body still shaking from how his fingers had been stretching and rubbing inside my soaked pussy. My walls kept clenching around nothing now that his fingers were gone, fresh slick leaking out of me and dripping onto the wooden bench. I felt my cheeks burn hotter than ever because I had just begged my coach for his dick like some desperate little slut and part of me could not believe I had actually said it.Coach Harlan’s eyes went dark with hunger, that slow grin spreading across his face as he pulled his fingers completely out of me with a wet sound that made me blush even more. He lifted them to his mouth and licked every drop of my juices off them right in front of me, his tongue swirling around his thick fingers while he kept his eyes locked on mine.“That’s my girl,” he said, his voice low and rough like he had been waiting

Chapter 1 Elena’s Pov “Oh shit, this place is bigger than I thought,” I muttered under my breath as I dragged the heavy feather duster across another marble side table in the east wing. My arms already ached from the nonstop cleaning, but the pay was insane for a live-in gig, so I kept pushing. Marcus Black’s mansion felt like a damn museum. Every room screamed money. Tall ceilings, dark wood panels, and windows that looked out over manicured lawns I’d never afford in my life. I checked my phone. Four thirty. Plenty of time before he got back from whatever rich CEO stuff he did all day. The agency lady had drilled the rules into my head twice. Keep every surface spotless, the laundry should be done by noon. And never, ever step foot in the private wing on the second floor. “Mr. Black values his privacy,” she’d said with that tight little smile. “Break that one and you’re gone the same day.”Yeah, yeah. I got it. But the curiosity was killing me. The man had lost his wife si

Chapter 3 Elena’s pov“This is fucking ridiculous,” I muttered as I wiped the grand piano with the soft cloth, my voice shaky because every single movement made the tiny frilly apron ride up higher on my ass. The black high heels clicked loudly on the hardwood floor with each step and my bare tits bounced a little every time I reached across the polished surface. I could feel Marcus right behind me now, following me from room to room like a shadow that wouldn’t leave me alone. My pussy was still dripping from the way he had stared at me earlier and the cool air kept hitting my swollen lips making everything feel way too sensitive.“Legs wider, Elena,” he said in that same calm commanding tone that sent another rush of heat straight to my core. “I need a proper view while you clean.”I bit my lip hard trying to stay focused on the dusting but my thighs trembled as I spread my stance a little more. The apron fluttered uselessly and I knew he could see every inch of my bare cunt fr