All Chapters of LUSTFUL CRAVINGS (A Collection Of Temptation.): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sarah's POVMy eyes were fixed on the hole dripping with slick fluids. I even observed him stroking the toy’s pussy with his hand.Oh yeah, it was a toy, a pussy mannequin shaped like a woman arching her ass high, her pussy exposed in an inviting way. Was he that starved of real cunt?I kept watching. He wiped his semen off the mannequin, and somehow the entire scene aroused me far more than it should have.My thighs pressed together tightly. I continued spying until my eyes caught a glimpse of his cock.He was rock hard, which meant he planned to ravage the mannequin once more.But what could I do?I could not storm in and demand why he was fucking a toy or beg him to take me instead.After an intense thought I finally settled with a sinful idea. I waited until he strode toward the restroom.Taking that as my cue, I slipped into his room, snatched the mannequin, and shoved it under the bed. Then I pulled the duvet over myself.I hiked my dress upward and spread my legs exactly as

Sarah's POV In a blink, I pulled my dress down, clenching my thighs together so the semen wouldn't spill out. I couldn’t stop my heart from pounding hard, ready to burst from my chest. We were so lost in pleasure that we didn’t notice someone else had entered. Or maybe Liam knew but didn’t care. Pressing my lips together, the Leo guy stared at me as my gaze scanned him like a hunter sizing prey. So he was the Leo, the same man Lander had invited over to fuck the toy. And now he had seen me, I wondered how much he had witnessed. The urge to question him about what he saw burned at the edge of my tongue. But I swallowed it, especially with Lander finally arriving. “Why are you standing here like that?” He nudged Leo, who blinked as though someone had snapped him back to reality. Lander turned towards me then tapped his forehead as if he had just remembered something. “I’m sorry for not introducing him to you, mom. This is my best friend Leo, and Leo, meet my step

Sarah's POV “I think being in the backyard is better. We can breathe fresh air while everyone shares an actual conversation,” I suggested. He lifted his brow, a proud smile settled on his face. “That’s a splendid idea. After all, a movie night would be dull with us just staring at the screen,” he chimed. My grin stretched wider. Why exactly did I choose this? I couldn't even tell. Maybe it was the thought that we could all be outside, and I could always slip inside when things grew tense and secretly let one of his sons take me again. Just the mere thought made me bite hard on my lower lip. Christian smirked as his hand cupped my face, and he pressed his lips on mine. At that instant I longed to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away, his warm breath brushing my face. “We need to start preparing and inform the boys,” he said, and I forced out a smile. “Okay, I will inform the boys while you begin the arrangements,” I replied, and he nodded. Without hesitation, I headed

Sarah's POV“What are you guys doing? Where is my husband?” I feigned anger as I steadied my legs, hiking my skirt down.Unexpectedly, Louis burst into laughter. “Rest assured, we won't hurt our father, but we gave him a sedative so we could enjoy our own get-together.” My heart skipped at his words.I had taken cock before, scrath that I had been with two men, even three, but now that four surrounded me?I had never experienced this, yet my pussy pulsed at the thought, leaking juices as my breath grew heavy and ragged.“So you drugged him just so you could have sex with me?” I asked, acting as though I didn't understand what they meant.“Don't act like you don't want this, Mom. Why else would you offer your pussy to me? You even cornered my best friend in the restroom and had him ravage your cunt!,” Lander retorted, and I swallowed hard.“I didn't force anyone. You guys knew and still participated, no one should blame me. Moreover, it was thrilling,” I chimed with a careless shrug.

Layla’s POV “Sorry, your application has been rejected.” The words blazed across the screen like a cruel neon sign as my fingers tangled through my hair. To think this was the fourth rejection. I slammed my laptop shut and grabbed a bottle of water, draining it in one gulp. I had searched for a job for more than two months. The balance in my bank account kept shrinking, and so did my sanity—it was only a matter of time before I would be tossed out of this apartment. Suddenly, the shrill ring of my phone yanked me from my thoughts. Pressing my lips together, I swiped the answer button. “Hey, babe,” I murmured, curling into a ball on the couch. “Why do you sound so down? Don’t tell me you got rejected again?” Ria, my best friend, asked, her voice thick with concern. She was the only one who knew about my situation and had once helped me land a job. And oh, let’s not even think about how I was humiliated before I was thrown out of that company I used to work for. Ho