All Chapters of Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories): Chapter 111 - Chapter 119

The last two weeks of summer felt like a fever dream that refused to end. Ethan and Priya had crossed every line they could think of, and instead of slowing down, they only pushed further. Mornings usually began with her waking him up by sliding under the sheets, taking his cock into her warm mouth until he was hard and throbbing. Some days she’d climb on top and ride him slow and deep, her hair falling around them like a curtain while she whispered how much she loved feeling him stretch her. One Thursday evening Priya decided to cook his favorite butter chicken wearing nothing but a tiny black apron and high heels. The sight of her bare ass and the soft sway of her heavy tits as she moved around the kitchen had Ethan hard before she even turned on the stove. He couldn’t wait. He came up behind her, bent her over the counter, and slid into her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. “Fuck, yes,” Priya moaned, gripping the edge of the counter. “Take what you want.” He fucked her har

The board meeting dragged like it always did, but this time Alexander couldn’t focus worth a damn. Numbers blurred on the slides. Questions came at him and he answered on autopilot. All he could think about was the ache in his jaw from last night and the way Elena had looked at him when she walked out; calm, composed, like she hadn’t just ridden his face in his own office. She sat two seats down, taking notes in that neat, precise handwriting of hers. Every time he glanced over, she was the picture of professionalism. Cream blouse buttoned all the way up today. Hair pinned tight. Legs crossed under the table. But when their eyes met for half a second, the corner of her mouth twitched. Just enough to make his cock twitch too. By the time the last handshakes ended and the room emptied, it was past six. Alexander’s tie felt like a noose. He stayed in his chair, pretending to review notes until the last board member disappeared down the hall. Elena was the last one left. She close

The charity gala was loud, bright, and suffocating. Crystal chandeliers, too many tuxedos, and the constant hum of networking. Alexander kept one hand on the small of Elena’s back as they moved through the crowd. She wore a long black dress that clung to every curve and dipped low in the back. A slit up one thigh flashed when she walked. Professional enough for a boss and secretary to appear together, but sinful when you knew what was underneath. She looked perfect on his arm. Calm. Poised. Untouchable. Only he knew she wasn’t wearing anything under that dress. Every time his fingers brushed the bare skin of her back, she’d give him a tiny, secret smile. During dinner she kept her hand on his thigh under the table, nails digging in whenever he tried to speak. By the time the auction started, he was half-hard and counting down the minutes until they could leave. The car ride to the hotel was silent except for the low purr of the engine. Elena sat beside him in the backseat,

Their last night in Tokyo felt different. The air in the penthouse felt different with something neither of them wanted to name yet. Alexander had spent the day in final meetings while Elena explored the city, but the moment he walked through the door, she was waiting. She wore nothing but a silk robe the color of midnight, loosely tied. Her hair was down, wild around her shoulders. On the low table beside the bed sat a small selection of their favorite toys, a bottle of champagne, and two glasses. “Strip,” she said simply. He did, folding his clothes neatly out of habit. When he stood naked before her, Elena stepped close and ran her hands over his chest, down his arms, like she was memorizing him. “Tonight’s going to be different,” she told him. “I want everything. No holding back.” She led him to the bed and had him lie on his back. This time she didn’t tie him down. Instead she straddled his hips, robe slipping open to reveal her bare body, and leaned down to kiss him

The next morning I woke up hard as hell with Mia’s ass pressed back against me. Her tank top had ridden up during the night and my hand was still halfway under it, cupping her bare breast. Sunlight poured through the window and the sound of waves mixed with Mom and Dad already moving around in the kitchen. I pulled my hand back slow, trying not to wake her, but she stirred anyway. “Morning,” she mumbled, voice sleepy and a little rough. She stretched, which only pushed her body closer for a second before she seemed to remember where we were. Her eyes flicked open and she looked at me - heat. “Morning,” I said. My voice sounded wrecked. We both froze when we heard Mom’s footsteps in the hall. “Kids? Breakfast in ten!” she called. Mia sat up fast, hair messy, lips still a little swollen from last night. She looked good enough to eat. “Shit. We need to act normal.” “Normal. Right.” I dragged a hand down my face and tried to will my dick to calm down. Not easy when she c