All Chapters of Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

I never should have agreed to let him stay.My roommate Jenna’s dad, Mr. Cole—Daniel—had been divorced for two years and his condo was being fully renovated after a pipe burst. Jenna had begged me over FaceTime from Cabo: “Just two weeks, please Maya? He’s barely home, works all the time, you’ll hardly notice him. Please, I’ll owe you forever.”I’d said yes because Jenna was my best friend since freshman year of college and because I was a complete fucking idiot who still got wet every time the man walked into a room.Daniel Cole was forty-nine. Six-foot-two of quiet, controlled power wrapped in tailored charcoal suits and expensive cologne. Silver threaded the dark hair at his temples. Storm-gray eyes that always seemed to look right through my clothes and into the filthy thoughts I tried so hard to hide. He’d been coming around the apartment for years—Thanksgiving, birthdays, the occasional “just checking on my girl.” Every single time, my cunt had clenched the second he stepped thr

He flattened his tongue and licked broad, firm, relentless strokes while his three fingers fucked me steadily and deeply. The second orgasm crashed over me even harder than the first, my thighs clamping around his head so tightly I was afraid I might hurt him as I gushed against his tongue. Tears of overwhelming, almost painful pleasure streamed down my face. I was sobbing his name, body trembling uncontrollably, completely destroyed.Only then did he finally pull back, lips and chin completely glistening with my release and his earlier cum. He crawled up my body slowly and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself and him mixed together on his tongue. I moaned into the kiss, desperate, addicted, ruined.He positioned himself between my still-spread thighs again, rubbing the thick, renewed hardness of his cock up and down my completely drenched, swollen slit, coating himself once more.“Look at me,” he ordered, voice strained with raw need.Our eyes locked as he pushed inside—slow thi

He reached under me and rubbed my clit roughly, almost meanly. I came a third time, screaming into the cushions, vision completely whiting out as my pussy clamped down around him like a vice. Only then did he bury himself as deep as he could go and roar, cock pulsing hard and thick as he flooded me with rope after rope of hot cum. I felt every single spurt, the heat of it filling me until it forced its way out around his shaft and ran down my thighs in messy white rivers.He stayed buried for a long time, breathing hard against the back of my neck, still twitching inside me as the last of his release pumped deep.“We’re not done,” he said, voice pure dark promise. “I’m going to fuck you in every room of this apartment. On every surface. Until the only thing you can smell when you walk in is me. Until the only cock this greedy little cunt remembers is your sister’s ex.”He pulled out slowly. More thick cum poured from my gaping, well-used hole. He scooped some up with two fingers and p

I was going to kill him.Or fuck him.At 11:47 p.m. on a Thursday those two options felt exactly the same size.The 38th floor of the Voss Tower was a ghost town. Only the low hum of servers and the soft click of my heels on black marble as I stormed toward the security suite. My blazer was long gone, white silk blouse half-unbuttoned and sticking to my skin from the office heat, pencil skirt riding high on my thighs from hours of pacing. I had been in this building for fourteen straight hours finishing the quarterly risk report that could make or break the firm’s insurance rates. The last thing I needed was a cold system message from Head of Security saying my after-hours access had been flagged for “unusual activity.”Unusual activity my fucking ass.I slammed my palm on the biometric scanner hard enough that it stung. The glass doors of the security wing hissed open like they were sighing. And there he was.Killian Voss.Not the CEO. The younger brother. The one who actually ran th

File permanently purged. No residual. No ghost copy. No recovery possible.We both exhaled at the exact same time.Silence settled over the suite like a blanket.Then Killian turned his chair toward me, eyes almost black with leftover adrenaline and pure, undiluted want.“We just committed a federal computer crime to hide the fact that I fucked you on this desk until you screamed.”“We did.”“And I’m still hard enough to hurt.”I looked down. He was. Thick and glistening with my cream and his own cum, the head flushed dark and leaking again.I didn’t think.I pushed him back into the big leather chair, climbed onto his lap, and sank down onto him in one slow, filthy, perfect slide until he was buried to the hilt inside my still-sensitive pussy.“Then we better make the next twenty minutes count too,” I whispered against his mouth.He groaned like a man dying, hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave new bruises, and let me ride him while the empty building watched on every other ca