All Chapters of American Heatwave: A Steamy Hot Collection: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

💦Risking the Wedding 💦Marcus stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock still twitching and pumping the last drops of his cum into my overflowing pussy. We were both breathing hard, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, when Chloe’s voice echoed down the hallway again, closer this time.“Marcus? Isabella? Are you two back here? The caterer needs final approval on the dessert table!”My heart slammed against my ribs. I was bent over the decorative table in the dimly lit side hallway, dress bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle, with my best friend’s fiancé’s cock still stretching me open and his hot load leaking out around him.Marcus smirked, dark and dangerous. Instead of pulling out, he gave one slow, filthy grind deep inside me, making me bite my lip to stifle a moan.“Answer her,” he whispered hotly against my ear, his voice rough with lust. “Tell her we’re coming.”I tried to steady my voice. “We’re… we’re here, Chloe! Just discussing some l

💦Private Fitting 💦“Mr. Harrington, this suit looks incredible on you, but I think we can make it even better.”I stood in the luxurious private fitting room of the Beverly Hills boutique, clipboard in hand, watching as Noah Harrington turned slowly in front of the full-length mirror. He was 34, ridiculously wealthy, and built like a Greek god with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and the kind of muscular thighs that made expensive trousers look sinful.The charcoal Tom Ford suit hugged his body perfectly, but I could see room for improvement.Noah met my eyes in the mirror, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his handsome face. “You’ve been dressing me for six months now, Elena. I think you know my body better than I do.”My pulse quickened. I’d been fighting this attraction for months. As his personal shopper, I was supposed to remain professional. But the way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me made staying professional almost impossible.“Let me adjust

💦After-Hours Submission 💦“Miss Bennett, lock the door.”My boss’s voice was low, commanding, and sent a shiver straight down my spine. I stood in the middle of his luxurious top-floor office, the city lights of New York glittering behind him through the floor-to-ceiling windows. At 11:47 PM, the entire building was empty except for us.I turned the lock with trembling fingers, the click sounding final.Landon Voss, 38, ruthless tech billionaire, sharp jawline, and piercing gray eyes, sat behind his massive desk like a king on his throne. His tie was loosened, and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing powerful forearms.He had called me in for “urgent overtime work.” But the way he was looking at me now told me this had nothing to do with spreadsheets.“Come here,” he ordered.I walked toward him slowly, my tight black pencil skirt hugging my hips, and my white blouse was slightly unbuttoned. My heart was racing.Landon stood up, towering over me. He reached out and slowly

💦The Breaking Point 💦For the next five days, I disappeared into Landon Voss’s world.Every night after the office emptied, I returned to him. Sometimes he texted me during the day with simple commands:Wear the black plug today. No panties.Send me a video of you edging in the bathroom.Be on your knees in my office by 9 PM.And every night, I obeyed.He bound me, flogged me, and edged me for hours until I was crying and begging. He fucked me on his desk, against the window, in his private bathroom, even on the conference table where he held board meetings. He used toys like vibrators, nipple clamps, ropes, and gags, pushing my limits further each time.By day three, I was sore, exhausted, and completely addicted.I barely slept. I lied to my friends. I called in sick to avoid seeing anyone. All I could think about was Sir, his voice, his hands, his thick cock, and the way he made me feel when he called me his good girl.On the fifth night, we were in his penthouse.

💦Breaking Point💦They knew.The moment those words left the woman’s mouth… “I bet she’s touching herself right now… wishing it was her getting destroyed”, something inside me snapped.I came instantly, violently, my whole body convulsing as I squirted all over my thick dildo. The orgasm was so intense that I nearly blacked out, my pussy gushing in powerful streams that soaked my sheets and dripped onto the floor.But I didn’t stop.Even as I shook and whimpered, I kept fucking myself harder, slamming the realistic veiny dildo deep into my spasming cunt while my other hand furiously rubbed my swollen clit.“Fuck… fuck… yes…” I moaned shamelessly, no longer caring if they could hear me.I could hear the woman laughing breathlessly through the wall. “She’s loud tonight. Listen to her go.”That only made me wetter.I pulled the dildo out with a wet pop, flipped onto my back, and spread my legs as wide as they could go. I shoved three fingers into my dripping hole while gr