All Chapters of Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections): Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

I used to pretend I didn’t notice him. That’s the part I still lie about when I think too hard. The first weeks. The coffee on my car. The note under the wiper. The feeling of eyes on the back of my neck when I walked home in the rain. I told myself it was paranoia. City living. Too many true-crime podcasts. But my body knew before my head did. My pulse would kick up for no reason. I’d get wet walking up my own stairs and have no idea why until later, when I found the window unlocked again and the air in my bedroom just a little different. He was already inside me before he ever touched me. The night I left the latch open on purpose I almost backed out three times. Stood in the kitchen with a glass of wine shaking in my hand. Told myself I was crazy. Then I went to bed naked and waited. Heart slamming. Cunt already slick just from the possibility. When the floorboard creaked I kept my eyes shut. Let him look. Let him decide. The second his hand covered my mouth I was gone. I came

You got home early from work and the first thing you heard was the steady drip from the kitchen. Then the wet slap of skin. You pushed the door open quiet. Maria was bent over the sink, her black maid’s uniform hiked up over her thick ass, panties shoved to the side. The plumber—big guy, mid-thirties, name tag said Derek—had his work pants around his thighs and was buried balls-deep in her. He was gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks, fucking her with short, mean strokes that made her tits bounce against the counter. Maria’s mouth was open, little choked sounds slipping out every time he bottomed out. Her dark hair stuck to her forehead. The faucet was still leaking, water pooling under the pipes like nobody gave a shit about the actual job. You didn’t say anything at first. Just watched. Your cock was already hard, pressing against your zipper. Derek glanced over his shoulder and froze for half a second. Then he smirked, didn’t pull out. “Boss is home early.” Maria trie

You woke up with a full bladder and a hard cock. Maria was already moving in the dark before you could even sit up. She’d been sleeping on the floor between the bed and the wall like you told her, naked, hair still damp from the shower earlier. The second she felt you shift she crawled up onto the mattress on her knees, reached for your dick, and started stroking it slow while she looked at you, waiting. Derek was snoring lightly on the other side of the bed, one arm thrown over his face. You ignored him for now and nodded at Maria. She leaned down and took you into her mouth without a word. Warm, wet, already practiced at this. She sucked you slow and deep, the way she knew you liked when you first woke up—no rushing, just steady pressure and that soft wet sound of her throat opening for you. You let her work for a couple minutes, hand resting heavy on the back of her head, before you spoke. “Get on top. Face me.” She climbed over you carefully so she wouldn’t wake Derek, stradd

You didn’t let her leave the bed until past noon. Every time one of you walked back into the room Maria was already in position—legs open if you wanted her cunt, mouth open if you wanted that instead. You fucked her twice more before lunch, once on her back with Derek holding her legs open for you, once on her hands and knees while he fed her his cock from the front. She came hard both times, shaking and dripping, but you didn’t give her a break. You just wiped the sweat off her back with the sheet and told her to stay ready. Around one o’clock you ordered food. When the delivery guy knocked Maria started to sit up. You pushed her back down with one hand on her chest. “Stay. Naked. Quiet.” Derek answered the door in nothing but his work pants, half-zipped, while you kept two fingers buried in Maria’s cunt the whole time. You heard the short exchange at the door, the rustle of bags, then Derek came back with the food and a smirk. “Kid didn’t even look twice.” You pulled your fin

Derek showed up the next morning with a duffel bag and a six-pack. You opened the door in sweatpants, already half-hard from the way Maria had woken you up with her mouth. She was still on her knees in the hallway behind you, naked, waiting. He looked past you at her and grinned. “She sleep on the floor again?” “Yeah. Get in.” He dropped the bag by the couch and kicked the door shut. Maria crawled over without being told, reached for his belt, and started undoing it. You watched her free his cock and take him into her mouth right there in the entryway while he set the beer on the table. She sucked him slow and deep, the same way she’d learned to do for both of you—no hesitation, just wet heat and the soft sound of her throat opening. You walked up behind her, pushed her forward so her hands were on the floor and her ass was up, and slid into her cunt in one hard thrust. She was already wet. She always was now. You fucked her while she sucked him, the three of you falling int