Lahat ng Kabanata ng American Heatwave: A Steamy Hot Collection: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Claimed in the ShadowsThe underground fight club was emptying out, but the air still vibrated with leftover energy, sweat, blood, and raw testosterone. Jax kept his arm possessively around my waist as he led me deeper into the back corridors of the abandoned warehouse, my legs still shaky from everything he had done to me in the storage room.His cum was still leaking down my thighs with every step. My dress was ruined, my hair a mess, and my body marked with his handprints and bites.“You’re not going home tonight,” he said, voice rough as he pushed open a heavy metal door at the end of the hallway. “You’re mine until I’ve had my fill.”The room beyond was dimly lit, an old locker room the fighters used. Benches, metal lockers, and a large open shower area in the back. Jax locked the door behind us.He didn’t waste time.He shoved me against the lockers, the cold metal pressing into my back as he kissed me brutally. His hands yanked my dress up and ripped my ruined pant

London DescentThe private jet touched down smoothly at a private airstrip just outside London, but my body was still trembling from the last round high above the Atlantic. Damien’s thick cum was still leaking out of me with every small movement, soaking the inside of my ruined dress and running down my thighs as I tried to steady myself.He helped me down the stairs with a possessive hand on my lower back, his touch deceptively gentle while his eyes promised more. The cool English morning air hit my flushed skin, making me shiver.A sleek black Rolls Royce was waiting on the tarmac, driver standing at attention. Damien guided me into the back seat, sliding in beside me. The moment the door closed and the privacy screen went up, he pulled me onto his lap again.“You’re still dripping,” he murmured, sliding his hand under my dress and pushing two fingers into my messy pussy. “My cum is running all over my leather seats because of you.”I moaned softly, grinding down on

🍆 Husband in the House 🍆“Zara? Honey, are you still down there?”My husband David’s sleepy voice drifted down the stairs, closer than before. My heart slammed against my ribs. I was completely naked, bent over the marble kitchen island, Chef Luca’s thick cock buried deep inside my dripping, cum-filled pussy. His hand was still between my legs, fingers slowly pushing his previous loads back inside me.Luca didn’t pull out. Instead, he gave one slow, filthy grind, stirring his cum deeper while his other hand covered my mouth.“Answer him,” he whispered hotly against my ear, his voice dark with lust. “And try not to moan while I fuck you.”I swallowed hard, my voice shaky. “Y-yes, David! I’m just… having a late-night snack. Go back to bed!”Luca smirked behind me and started thrusting again with slow, deep, controlled strokes that made my eyes roll back. The wet, obscene sound of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy was barely masked by the low hum of the refrige

💦Stormbound💦The footsteps in the snow grew louder, crunching heavily outside the small staff cabin. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. I was still naked, sprawled on the bed, legs spread, Kai’s thick cock buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy as he slowly thrust into me.“Someone’s coming,” I whispered, my voice trembling even as my hips rocked back against him, chasing more pleasure.Kai’s green eyes flashed with dark excitement. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he covered my mouth with one large hand and gave me a deep, grinding thrust that made my eyes roll back.“Good,” he growled quietly against my ear. “Let them hear how well I’m taking care of you.”The footsteps stopped right outside the cabin door. A fist knocked loudly.“Kai? You in there, man? The main lodge generator is struggling and we’re doing a headcount.”It was one of the other ski instructors, Mark.Kai didn’t stop fucking me. He kept his hand firmly over my mouth and continued slow, deep strokes

🍆The Janitor's Watch🍆**Janitor's POV**My name is Marcus. I’ve been cleaning these university halls for twelve years. Late nights like this are usually quiet, just the hum of the vending machines and the occasional creak of old buildings. But tonight was different.I was pushing my cart down the literature wing when I heard it.A moan.Low, feminine, and unmistakably sexual.It came from Professor Hale’s office at the end of the hall. The door was closed, but the sound carried clearly in the empty corridor.I should have kept walking. Instead, I stopped. My pulse quickened.Another moan, louder this time. Then the unmistakable rhythm of flesh slapping against flesh.I moved closer, my footsteps silent on the worn carpet. The door wasn’t fully latched. A thin crack of light spilled out.I peered inside.What I saw made my cock harden instantly.Professor Jonathan Hale, respected, married, always so composed, had one of his students bent over his desk. Her skirt was shoved up around