Alle Kapitel von Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories): Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 119

Sarah’s hands shook as she deleted Jenna’s latest text. *Call me. Seriously worried about you.* She hadn’t answered in two days. Damien had been keeping her busy, literally. Every time she reached for her phone he’d find a way to distract her. Mouth between her legs. Cock buried deep. Fingers wrapped around her throat just tight enough to make her head spin. She was starting to feel like a prisoner who didn’t want to leave. He came out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, water still dripping down his chest. “You good?” “Yeah,” she lied. He didn’t buy it. Crossed the room and pulled her into his lap on the couch. “Talk to me.” She hesitated. “This is moving really fast. I haven’t seen my friends. I barely leave the apartment except for work. And you’re always… here.” “I’m here because I want to be with you.” His hand slid up her thigh under the oversized t-shirt she was wearing. “You want space?” The question felt like a test. She shrugged. “I don’t know.” His fingers bru

When Marcus could slip away from job sites, latet his place where they barely talked before falling into each other. The sex had turned almost feral. Thursday night he fucked her against the shower wall until she screamed, water pounding down on them, her nails raking red lines down his back. Friday morning she woke him with her mouth, sucking him slow and deep until he was gripping the sheets and cursing. But the hunger was winning. She looked like shit in the mirror now. Eyes too bright, skin too pale. The energy she stole from strangers wasn’t sticking. It burned off too fast, leaving her shaky and hollow. Marcus noticed. Of course he did. He started bringing her food, making sure she ate, asking if she was getting sick. “You’re running yourself ragged,” he said Saturday afternoon. They were at his place again, sprawled on the couch watching a baseball game neither cared about. His fingers traced slow circles on her arm. “Take a break. Stay here this week. I’ll take care of y

Lila woke early, sunlight cutting across the bed. Marcus was still asleep beside her, face relaxed, one arm slung across her waist like even in dreams he didn’t want to let go. She studied him for a long time—the faint scar on his jaw, the way his hair stuck up on one side, the steady rise and fall of his chest. Lila woke early, sunlight cutting across the bed. Marcus was still asleep beside her, face relaxed, one arm slung across her waist like even in dreams he didn’t want to let go. She studied him for a long time—the faint scar on his jaw, the way his hair stuck up on one side, the steady rise and fall of his chest. She loved him. The words had been sitting in her throat for days. Terrifying and true. When he stirred and opened his eyes, she kissed him before he could speak. Deep and slow, pouring everything she couldn’t say into it. Marcus pulled her closer, hands sliding down her back, and they came together without a word. It was different this time. Not desperate, not

Elena stayed face down on the table, heart hammering, listening to Marco push his pants down. The sheet was long gone. Cool air hit her bare skin, but the heat between her legs made up for it. She heard the soft rustle of fabric hitting the floor, then his hands were back on her ass, spreading her open again. "You sure about this?" he asked, voice low and rough. "Yeah." It came out breathy. She didn't trust herself to say more. His cock nudged against her, thick and hot. He rubbed the head up and down her wet slit, teasing her entrance. She pushed back, impatient, and he let out a short laugh. "Greedy already." He pushed in slow, stretching her. Elena gripped the edges of the table, mouth open in a silent moan. He was bigger than she expected,, filling her up inch by inch until his hips pressed against her ass. For a second they both just stayed like that, breathing hard. "Fuck, you're tight," Marco muttered. He pulled back almost all the way, then slid in again, deeper

Elena was sore the next morning in the best possible way. Every time she moved she felt little reminders of Marco, the stretch in her thighs, the faint marks on her hips where his fingers had gripped too hard. She spent the day by the pool, sipping something sweet with rum in it, reading a book she barely paid attention to. Her mind kept drifting back to his room last night, the way he'd looked at her when she was riding him slow. By three o'clock she was back at the spa. Marco greeted her with a small smile, professional in front of the other staff, but his eyes told a different story. Once the door was locked he didn't waste time. "Strip," he said, voice low. She pulled the sundress over her head and stood there naked. He ran his hands down her sides, appreciating her like he had all the time in the world. "Get on the table. Face down." This time he did start with the massage. Warm oil, strong hands working her shoulders and back. But it didn't stay professional for lo