All Chapters of CARNAL TEMPTATIONS-A collection of 50 steamy stories : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Maggie's Pov It was the house. It was always the house. That brick colonial at the end of the quiet street used to save me. After my dad died, my own home felt like a grave. So I ran here. But tonight? Walking up those same steps felt like walking into something that wanted to eat me alive. Lisa sent the text like she was scared of me. *We should catch up. Dad's making dinner. Just like old times.* I look at my reflection in the car window. Twenty-three years old. Red lips. Black dress that hugs every curve. Short. Too short for what I used to wear. I am not that grieving girl anymore. I am not the one who needed protecting. I am a woman who hasn't been fucked the way she needs in three years. And the only man who can do it is inside that house. I paid the driver and stepped out.The humid air hits my bare thighs and gives me goosebumps. My heels click on the pavement. Loud. Too loud for this quiet street. Every step feels wrong. Like crossing a line I drew years ago. Back

Maggie's POVThe words left my mouth and something in him broke.He pulled his hand away and I felt it like a loss. Like being unplugged. Empty. But before I could even whine about it he was stepping into the shower with me, slacks and all not giving a single fuck about the water soaking through them. His hands hit my waist and he lifted me like I was nothing. Like I weighed nothing. Slammed my back into the tile so hard the air left my lungs.Good thing I love it rough and hard. I want to be fucked hard.The water kept coming down over us.Endless. His clothes stuck to him like a second skin.Then his fingers were inside my pussy again and I forgot how to think.He knew what he was doing. Every curl hit something deep that made my eyes roll back. Made my toes grip the wet floor. I couldn't control anything anymore. Not my breathing. Not the sounds I was making. My head banged against the tile and I didn't even feel it because all I could feel was him fingering my pussy,pushing me towa

Maggie's POV The second his belt came undone, my fucking soul left my body.I pulled the zipper down slow. His cock jumped out. Thick. Veiny. Twelve inches long.The head was dark pink, wleaking with pre-cum at the tip. It smacked his stomach. A wet sound. My mouth watered."You just gonna stare?" Mr. Maxwell's voice was hard. His jaw was tight. Sweat on his neck. "Suck it, Maggie. Suck it like the nasty bitch you are."I didn't think. I grabbed him with both hands. My fingers didn't touch around the shaft. He was that thick. Hot. Heavy. Pulsing against my palms. I licked the pre-cum off his slit. Salt. Metal. Him. I moaned before I even took him in.Then I opened my mouth and swallowed him down.I didn't tease. I gagged. Saliva ran down my chin. Down his balls. I bobbed my head fast. Wet sounds filled the kitchen. Gluck. Gag. Slurp. He grabbed my hair. Not soft. He pulled."Fuck—" He yanked me off. Kissed me hard. Tasted like his dick and my spit. "Enough mouth."He threw me on the

The late afternoon sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alexander Voss’s penthouse office, casting long golden shadows across the sleek mahogany desk. Alexander, the 42-year-old billionaire CEO of Voss Dynamics, leaned back in his leather chair, his tailored suit jacket unbuttoned, tie loosened. His wife, Elena, had recommended her younger sister for the executive assistant position six months ago. Pure nepotism. “She’s family,” Elena had said with that trusting smile. “She needs a good start.”What Elena didn’t know was that Sophia her 26-year-old sister was a walking, breathing temptation wrapped in tight pencil skirts and silk blouses that strained against her full, heavy breasts. Sophia was a nymphomaniac in every sense of the word. Her hunger for cock was insatiable, and the moment she walked into Alexander’s world, she set her sights on him like a predator.Today, Sophia entered into his office after hours, hips swaying, the hem of her black skirt riding high eno

CHAPTER THREEElena pulled into the driveway after dropping the kids at school, her mind still replaying Sophia’s shameless moans from yesterday. She shook it off and headed straight upstairs to freshen up before heading to the office herself. Something in her gut told her to check the master bathroom.She stepped into the shower stall and froze.There, on the tiled floor near the drain, were several thick, pearly white drops of sperm, still fresh, slowly sliding toward the drain. A few more streaks clung to the glass wall where water hadn’t fully washed them away. The unmistakable scent of sex lingered faintly in the steamy air.Elena’s stomach twisted. Her hands shook as she stared at the evidence. Alex had showered this morning… and so had Sophia. The earring in the car. The moaning. Now this. Pieces clicked together like a sick puzzle. Her own sister. In her house. With her husband.She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. Instead, a cold, quiet rage settled in her chest. She cleaned th