All Chapters of THE SEX CHRONICLES —100 WAYS TO SIN: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ISABELLA.I had opened Michael’s message at least ten times already, maybe more. “I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck you tonight. Tell me where and when. I don’t care how risky it is. I need that pussy.”Every single time I read it, this warm, wicked rush spread through my body. My pussy would clench and get wet all over again. I could almost feel how desperate he was when he typed that—probably stroking his thick cock while staring at the video I sent him. But I still didn’t reply. I wanted to see what he would do. How far he would go if I left him hanging like a desperate dog. The thought of toying with my sister’s boyfriend turned me on more than anything. It felt so fucking good knowing I had that kind of power over him. Arabella had no idea her man was losing his mind over me.I was still lying on my bed grinning at my phone when Arabella suddenly pushed my door open without knocking. “Isabella, get up. I’m not cooking dinner alone tonight. Come help me in the kitchen.”I g

ISABELLA.I lowered myself slowly at first, letting just the thick head of Michael’s cock stretch my pussy open. The moment he pushed inside me, a sharp gasp escaped my lips. Fuck, he was big. Thicker than I expected even after sucking him for so long. My walls clenched tight around his swollen head as I sank down another inch, feeling every vein drag along my insides.“Oh my God…” I breathed, eyes half-closed. “You’re so fucking thick.”Michael groaned deep in his throat, arms pulling hard against the silk scarves. “Isabella… please… ride me. I need all of it.”I smirked down at him, my hands planted on his chest as I hovered there, only halfway down his shaft. “Beg better than that. Tell me how bad you want this pussy that doesn’t belong to you.”“I need it so fucking bad,” he groaned, voice strained and desperate. “I’ve wanted this pussy for so long. Please, Isabella. Fuck me.”That was good enough.I dropped down hard, taking every inch of his eight-inch cock in one brutal motion.

ISABELLA.We both froze instantly.Michael’s cock was buried deep inside me from behind, my pussy still pulsing around him from the last orgasm. His hands were gripping my hips tight, sweat dripping from his chest onto my back. The knock on the door felt like a bucket of ice water poured over us.“Isabella?” Arabella called again, her voice sleepy but irritated. “Who are you with? Your moans are way too loud. I can’t sleep.”My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my ears. Michael’s body tensed behind me, his cock twitching inside my soaked pussy. For a second neither of us moved. The risk felt electric. Terrifying and insanely hot at the same time.I turned my head slightly and looked at him over my shoulder. I put a finger to my lips, telling him silently to stay quiet. Then I slowly lifted my hips, feeling his thick cock slide out of me with a wet sound. I rolled over onto my back, spread my legs wide open, and grabbed his arm, pulling him on top of me.“Keep fucking me,”

ISABELLA.I woke up the next morning with a dull ache between my legs and dried cum still sticky on my inner thighs. The memories of last night flooded back immediately, Michael’s thick cock stretching me open, the way he broke free from the scarves and fucked me hard from behind, and then the risky missionary while Arabella stood right outside my door. My pussy throbbed at the thought, but there was also a strange emptiness in my chest. He had left through the window like I told him to. I expected him to go home. But something felt off.I stretched slowly in bed, feeling the soreness in my muscles from riding him so aggressively. I smiled to myself for a moment, remembering how desperate he had been for me. But that smile faded quickly when I thought about how late it had been when he left. Where did he really go after climbing out my window? The question kept nagging at me as I got out of bed and pulled on a loose tank top and shorts. I didn’t bother with a bra. I needed coffee and

ISABELLA.I waited until Arabella finally left for her job interview. She had spent almost thirty minutes getting ready, kissing Michael goodbye at the door like the perfect loving girlfriend, telling him she would call him as soon as it was over. The moment the front door closed and her car pulled out of the driveway, the fake smile dropped from my face completely.I walked straight into the sitting room where Michael was still sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. The second he looked up and saw the expression on my face, he knew.“Isabella… wait, let me explain—”“Shut the fuck up,” I said, my voice shaking with pure rage. “You fucked me last night, came inside me, then climbed straight into her room and fucked her too? You didn’t even go home. You stayed here and put your dick in both of us the same night.”Michael stood up quickly, looking nervous. “It wasn’t like that. I just—”I slapped him hard across the face. The sound echoed in the living room. “Don’t lie to me