All Chapters of SINFUL ADDICTION: Short Dirty Stories : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 4 Elena’s pov“My legs are killing me in these stupid heels,” I muttered as I moved from the sofa toward the next room, my voice coming out breathy because my pussy would not stop throbbing after all that teasing. The tiny apron kept flipping up with every step and I could feel my own slick running down the insides of my thighs making them stick together. Marcus stayed right behind me the whole time, his presence like a heavy shadow that made the air feel thicker.“Keep moving Elena,” he said in that steady calm voice that somehow made everything worse. “You still have the whole upper floor to finish before dinner.”I reached up to dust a tall bookshelf stretching on my toes and that was when he stepped even closer. His body pressed up against my back and I felt the hard thick bulge in his pants push right against my bare ass cheeks. The heat from his cock burned through the fabric as he shifted his hips making me grind back against him without meaning to. Every time I

Chapter 1Riley’s POV“Fuck yes, use me like the pathetic little cumrag I am,” I gasped into the camera, my voice all cracked and desperate as I knelt on my dorm bed with nothing but that thick black collar tight around my neck. My fingers were buried deep inside my soaked pussy, two of them pumping hard while my thumb rubbed frantic circles over my swollen clit. The laptop screen glowed in the dark room, catching every slick sound, every tremble of my thighs. “I’m such a worthless slut, god, I need cock so bad it hurts. Shove it down my throat until I choke, slap my face with it, treat me like a dirty fucking toy that only exists to get filled and used.”Sweat rolled down my back. My free hand pinched my nipple hard enough to make me whimper. I could feel how puffy my pussy lips were, how they glistened every time I pulled my fingers out just to slam them back in. The wet noises filled the quiet dorm room, loud and obscene. My hips bucked against my hand like I had no control l

Chapter 3Riley POV“Fuck this stupid app,” I muttered under my breath the second my eyes cracked open the next morning, my phone already buzzing on the nightstand like it had been waiting for me to wake up. My pussy still felt a little sore and puffy from last night’s frantic rubbing after I got back to the dorm, that dark twisted ache that wouldn’t quite go away no matter how many times I told myself I hated Kai for what he was doing. I grabbed the phone and opened the Sin App with shaking fingers, my heart already kicking up speed before I even read the message.New command from Kai: Wear the vibrating panties I left in your locker. Attend your morning lecture without removing them. Don’t give excuses. Fail and the video drops at noon.My stomach flipped hard. “He left something in my locker? When the hell did he even do that?” I whispered to the empty room, sitting up so fast the sheets slid down my bare tits. My nipples were already tight just from reading his words, the tra

Chapter 5Riley’s POV“Please Kai I can’t take it anymore my whole body is shaking and my pussy is so swollen and empty it feels like it is going to explode if you do not let me cum right now,”I gasped out between broken sobs, my chest heaving hard while fresh hot tears kept rolling down my flushed cheeks and dripping onto my tits. My thighs were trembling so bad they kept knocking together and my clit was throbbing like a heartbeat all on its own swollen and oversensitive from all the edging that had me dripping everywhere the carpet underneath me was already soaked with my juices and I could smell how turned on I was that sharp sweet scent filling the air between us making me even more desperate.I hated how much I needed this how my hips kept twitching forward on their own chasing his mouth and fingers even though he had pulled away again and I kept thinking how the hell did I go from hating him for blackmailing me to begging like a pathetic whore in his living room but the thoug

Chapter 1Ryan’s POVThe family SUV was packed so tight it felt like we were all jammed into a metal box on wheels, every inch of the middle row buried under bags and coolers and all the random junk from our weekend trip so that only this tiny sliver of backseat was left for me and Ethan. Up front Dad had both hands locked on the steering wheel like he was fighting the road itself while Mom kept tapping at the GPS screen and their voices were already climbing over each other about traffic and parking near the indie cinema. It was supposed to be a stupid twenty-minute drive but right now it felt like it was stretching out forever in this hot stuffy space where Ethan’s body heat was pouring off him and straight into me.Ethan shifted beside me, his broad shoulder bumping my arm and I caught that familiar mix of his cologne and the sweat from our hike earlier today, the kind of smell that always made my stomach do this weird little flip even though I told myself it was nothing. He was