Lahat ng Kabanata ng American Heatwave: A Steamy Hot Collection: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

💦Trapped and Taken💦“Perfect,” Derrick whispered against my ear, his thick cock still buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy. “We have 20 to 30 minutes. I’m going to use every single second of it.”The emergency phone crackled again with the maintenance guy’s voice, but I barely heard it. All I could focus on was Derrick’s powerful body pressed against mine, his cock twitching inside me as he slowly rolled his hips.He spun me around to face the mirrored wall, bent me over the handrail again, and slammed back inside me with one brutal thrust. I cried out, gripping the rail tightly as he started fucking me hard from behind.“Look at yourself,” he growled, fisting my hair and forcing me to watch our reflection. “Watch how well you take my cock while the whole building might be listening.”The mirrored walls showed everything, my flushed face, my tits bouncing out of my blouse, my skirt bunched around my waist, and Derrick’s muscular body pounding into me from behind. The sigh

🙉Forbidden Reveal🙉“Jonathan…” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I stared at the man who had just fucked me senseless.My best friend’s older brother.The one I had secretly crushed on for years.The one who was strictly off-limits.Jonathan’s eyes darkened with shock, lust, and something deeper as he looked at me, completely naked, my body still flushed and marked from his hands, his cum slowly leaking down my inner thighs.“Evelyn,” he breathed, stepping closer. “Fuck… it’s really you.”For a heartbeat, neither of us moved. Then the tension exploded.He grabbed me and kissed me hard, pushing me back onto the large bed. His hands were everywhere, squeezing my breasts, sliding between my legs, pushing two thick fingers into my cum-filled pussy.“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he growled against my mouth, fingering me deep and fast. “Every time you came over to see my sister, I had to pretend I didn’t want to bend you over and fuck you.”I moaned loudly, spreading my

😉The Long Drive😉“Pull over. Now.”My voice came out breathier than I intended as I sat in the back of the sleek black limousine, legs crossed tightly under my elegant black cocktail dress. The privacy screen was up, but I could still feel the driver’s eyes on me through the rearview mirror earlier.His name was Marcus. Tall, broad-shouldered, ex-military, with a quiet intensity that had made my thighs press together every time he opened the door for me over the past few months.He didn’t ask questions. The limousine smoothly pulled off the highway into a secluded rest area surrounded by trees. The moment the car stopped, I opened the partition.Marcus turned around, his dark eyes meeting mine. “Everything okay, Miss Evelyn?”I unbuckled my seatbelt and climbed through the partition into the front, straddling his lap in the driver’s seat. My dress rode up my thighs as I pressed against the very obvious bulge in his black slacks.“No,” I whispered, grinding slowly against him. “I’ve

💦The Private Island💦The helicopter blades slowed to a stop as we landed on the private island off the coast of Miami. Golden sand, turquoise water, and a luxurious villa waited under the setting sun. Only one man owned this paradise.Derrick Vance.He stepped out first, offering me his hand. I took it, my heart racing. I was wearing a long white dress that clung to every curve, with nothing underneath, exactly as he had requested.“Welcome to your ultimate fantasy, Zara,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “For the next 48 hours, this island is ours. No rules. No limits. Just you and me.”The moment we entered the sprawling villa, the tension ignited.Derrick pushed me against the floor-to-ceiling glass wall overlooking the ocean and kissed me with raw hunger. His hands roamed my body, sliding the thin straps of my dress down until it pooled at my feet, leaving me completely naked.He dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs, devouring my pussy like

💦Private Viewing💦The gallery was silent except for the soft click of my heels on the marble floor.I had stayed behind after the private event, pretending to admire the new exhibition. The truth was simpler: I was waiting for him.Elias Voss, the enigmatic curator who had been watching me all night with those piercing silver eyes.He appeared from the shadows of the back room, tall and commanding in a tailored black suit, his dark hair slightly tousled. The security lights cast dramatic shadows across the massive paintings surrounding us.“You stayed,” he said, voice low and smooth as he locked the front doors with a decisive click.“I wanted a private viewing,” I replied, turning to face him. My long silk slip dress clung to my body, the deep slit revealing my thigh with every step.Elias walked toward me slowly, like a predator. He stopped just inches away, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him.“Then let me give you one you’ll never forget.”He r