บททั้งหมดของ Hot Desire( A Collection of Steamy stories): บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

A couple of days later, Sophia was walking back from the corner store when she spotted Marcus’s black SUV parked aggressively at the curb outside her house. The engine was still running, and through the tinted windows she could see him gripping the steering wheel, jaw clenched, clearly pissed off about something. She didn’t hesitate. Heart racing with excitement, she walked straight up, yanked the passenger door open, and slid inside. “Hey… what’s up? You good?” she asked softly, closing the door behind her. Marcus exhaled sharply, not looking at her at first. “Work bullshit. Boss is a fucking idiot. I’m this close to losing it.” Sophia bit her lip, already feeling that familiar throb between her legs. She reached over and placed her hand on his thick thigh, squeezing gently. “You look like you need to let off some steam…” His dark eyes finally snapped to her. The anger was still there, but it quickly mixed with raw hunger as he remembered how she’d taken his c

Jake stood up after the last set of bridges, adjusting the front of his shorts discreetly, but Lizzy still caught the thick bulge straining against the fabric. “I need to use the bathroom real quick,” he said, voice a little rougher than before. “Back in a minute.” Lizzy nodded, her heart hammering. “Down the hall, first door on the left.” While he was gone, she paced the living room, trying to calm the heat pooling between her legs. The hole in her leggings felt even more obvious now. Every time she moved, the torn seam rubbed against her bare, already slick pussy. She was soaking wet and not wearing panties — something she only realized fully when Jake had been kneeling between her spread thighs earlier. A minute later, Jake came back from the bathroom. His compression shirt was slightly damp with sweat, and his shorts looked even tighter. He sat down on the edge of the couch, legs spread wide, powerful thighs flexing. “Alright, next we’re working on hip mobility and co

Pizza Delivery ******************* Emma was 26 and married for three years, but tonight the house felt empty and cold. Her husband had been away on business for the last four days, and the silence was starting to drive her crazy. She was restless, a little horny, and craving any kind of excitement. So she ordered a large pepperoni pizza, not because she was particularly hungry, but because she wanted someone — anyone — to show up at her door. She took a quick shower and decided to answer the door in something comfortable… or at least that’s what she told herself. She slipped into a thin white tank top with no bra underneath. The soft fabric clung to her full C-cup breasts, her nipples already slightly hardened from the cool air and the thrill of what she was doing. Below that, she wore a pair of loose grey cotton shorts that rode high on her thighs, the hem barely covering the bottom curve of her round ass. Her long auburn hair was still damp and messy, falling over her s

Marcus stayed buried deep inside Emma, his thick cock still twitching with the last spurts of his cum. Her pussy fluttered around him, milking every drop as they both caught their breath on the kitchen counter. He kissed her slowly, deeply, tasting her moans. “Bedroom,” he whispered against her swollen lips. “Now. I want you spread out on your marital bed.” Emma’s eyes darkened with fresh lust. She nodded, voice husky. “Down the hall… last door on the right.” Marcus pulled out of her with a wet sound, a thick trail of his cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy and dripping down her inner thighs. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her through the house. His hard cock, still slick with their mixed juices, pressed against her ass with every step. He kicked the bedroom door open and laid her down on the king-sized bed — the same bed she shared with her husband. The sheets were crisp and clean, but that only made the moment dirtier. Mar

Emma’s husband, David, stood frozen in the bedroom doorway, suitcase still in his hand. His eyes were wide with shock as he took in the scene: his wife sprawled on their marital bed, legs spread wide, her body covered in hickeys, red handprints on her ass, and a thick, muscular stranger slowly thrusting his heavy cock deep into her swollen, cum-dripping pussy. Marcus didn’t stop. He gave one long, deliberate thrust, making Emma whimper and her back arch. “She’s been a very bad wife tonight,” he repeated, voice low and taunting, looking straight at David. For long, tense second, no one moved. Emma’s face burned with shame and overwhelming arousal — her pussy clenched hard around Marcus’s cock at the humiliation of being caught. David’s breathing grew heavier. His eyes darkened as he watched Marcus’s thick shaft slide in and out of his wife’s messy cunt, creamy cum from multiple loads leaking out around it. Instead of exploding in anger, something shifted in his expression — sho