All Chapters of Forbidden Desires: A collection of sinful hot stories: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

**Chapter 2** **I Keep My Face in Her Tits While Her Husband Pounds Me and I Pretend I Cannot Help Moaning**Bennett does not ease up because a name lights the phone.He hooks an arm under my hips, hauls me higher on the couch, and slams back in so deep I have to open my mouth on Adrienne’s breast or make a sound that will wreck the act. She fists my hair and holds me there. Her tit fills my mouth, heavy, warm, the nipple already tight from my tongue. I suck because she told me to and because the bounce of her chest against my face every time he thrusts is so filthy I can feel it in my clit.“That is it,” she whispers. “Good girl. You do not need to think about the screen. You need to take cock and keep your mouth busy.”Bennett’s hand finds my throat from behind, not cutting everything off, just enough that each thrust feels bigger. His other hand slaps my ass, then grips, spreading me so he can watch himself disappear into me. I am soaked around him. I can hear it. I can feel his

**Chapter 4** **They Tie Me to the Headboard and Tell Me They Knew I Was Sober When I Opened My Mouth for Him**The guest room is pale linen and a headboard with iron rings that are not there for coats.Adrienne uncuffs my wrists only long enough to clip them to the wood, arms stretched, tits pulled tight. Bennett straps my ankles wide to the corners. I am open, shining, leaking him, chlorine still in my hair. Adrienne climbs over my face the way she promised and sits. Full weight. Her cunt covers my mouth and I have to work for air while I lick. Bennett gets between my tied legs and slams into the filthy mix he already left in me, one long thrust that makes the frame knock the wall.“Cry,” Adrienne says, grinding. “I want her messy. I want mascara and spit and my husband running out of her.”I let my eyes water because the stretch is real and the lack of air is real and I have come so many times my clit hurts when Bennett’s body slaps it. I eat her anyway, greedy, because the act s

**Chapter 2** **He Fucks Me on the Basement Couch Until I Come on His Cock and Forget Whose House We Are In**Miles locks the door at the top of the stairs and the click goes straight between my legs.The basement is dim and cool and smells like detergent. I make it three steps onto the carpet before he fists my shirt and kisses me like he has been thinking about it every time he said *hey, Riley* in that kitchen. His mouth is hungrier than the version I invented in Chloe’s bed. I open for him and he groans into me, backing me into the couch until my calves hit the cushion and I sit down hard.He pulls my sleep shorts off in one tug. I am still slick from my own hand, still flushed, and he looks at me like that is the part he cannot believe. He drops to his knees on the carpet, hooks my thighs over his shoulders, and puts his mouth on me without asking if I have imagined this.I have. It was never this wet.He licks through the mess I made upstairs, flattens his tongue on my clit, a

**Chapter 4** **Chloe Reads the Text, Puts Her Mouth on Me, and Makes Her Stepdrother Watch While He Fills Me**“Because I have been fucking him since Friday,” I say, and the sentence sits in her bedroom like a broken glass.Chloe stares at me. Her hand is still under my tank, thumb frozen on my nipple. For a second I think she is going to scream for her parents. Then she laughs once, wrecked, and her eyes fill.“In my house.”“Yes. Basement. His room. Your bed this morning while you were in the shower.”Something ugly and hungry moves through her face at the last part. She looks at my mouth, then at the door Miles is behind, then she kisses me like she has been waiting through every sleepover to punish me with her tongue.It is not careful. She pushes me back into her pillows, yanks the tank up, and puts her mouth on my breast the way she said she would. She sucks my nipple until it aches, bites, switches to the other, and her thigh shoves between mine. I moan because I am already

**Chapter 2** **The Next Couple Walks In While I Am Still Full of My Husband and the Agent Offers Them a Turn**Roxanne does not let me clean up.She leaves me on the white bed with Nathan’s cum cooling between my thighs and my dress in a puddle on the floor like it belongs to a different woman. Nathan looks wrecked in that quiet way of his, slacks open, mouth red, staring at me as if I have been replaced. Roxanne puts her blouse back on without the bra and buttons it wrong on purpose. The fabric pulls across her tits. She checks her tablet.“They are early,” she says. “Carter and Lila Voss. They lost two bids last month. They will do almost anything to feel chosen. So will you, apparently.”Nathan finds his voice. “We should go.”Roxanne’s eyes flick to the wet mark on the duvet, then to my mouth. “Then go. Or stay on the bed and let me close two listings with one mattress. Evelyn. Knees up. I want them to see what this room does.”I pull my knees up because the order lands in the