All Chapters of LUSTFUL DESIRES { An er*tica collection}: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

James stayed inside me a little longer, breathing hard against my stomach, before he finally pulled out. I felt the warm slide of him leaving, and the slow trickle that followed. He sat back on his heels, looking at the mess he’d left between my legs with that quiet, satisfied expression he always got.Daddy’s hand was still moving slowly up and down my side. I could feel how hard he was against my lower back—he hadn’t touched himself once the whole time James was inside me.“Your turn,” James said, voice rough. He didn’t move away. Just stayed right there between my legs, watching. “She’s still dripping.”Daddy shifted behind me. I heard the sound of his belt, then the soft drag of his zipper. He didn’t make me change positions. Just lifted my hips a little with one arm, lined himself up, and pushed the thick head against me.I sucked in a breath the second I felt how wide he was.“Fuck...Daddy...”He pushed in slow—one long, deep thrust that stretched me open around him. He was thic

We froze.James was still buried inside me, cock twitching as the last of his load leaked out around him. Daddy’s cum was still on my tongue and chin. The open shirt hung off one shoulder. The couch was a mess of us.Mom’s footsteps came closer down the hall.“Anyone home? Dinah! Honey! ” she called again, voice tired.Daddy moved first. He yanked his pants up, tucking his still-hard cock away like nothing had happened. James pulled out of me fast, the wet sound loud in the sudden silence, and scrambled for his jeans. I yanked the shirt closed, fingers shaking, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. The taste of Daddy was still thick on my tongue.James threw a blanket over the wet spot on the couch just as Mom stepped into the living room.She looked exhausted and was still on her scrubs, hair pulled back, eyes half-lidded. She didn’t notice the way the three of us were breathing too hard, or the way James’s zipper was only halfway up, or the shiny mess still drying on my ch

I kept my mouth on her breast and my hand between her legs, rubbing slow, firm circles over the thin shorts. The fabric was already damp under my fingers. Every time I pressed a little harder, her hips lifted to meet the pressure, and a soft, broken sound left her throat.Her fingers stayed buried in my hair. She was not pushing me away. She was holding me there.I switched to the other breast and sucked the nipple deeper into my mouth. My tongue dragged over it in lazy strokes while my hand never stopped moving between her thighs. The heat in the living room made everything feel slower. Sweat had started to gather in the soft valley between her tits. I licked it away without lifting my head.Lovina's breathing had turned uneven. Her legs shifted open a little wider on the couch, like her body was making space for my hand even while her mind was still catching up."Mr. Daniel..."My name came out shaky."We shouldn't..."I released her nipple with a wet sound and looked up at her face

Lovina's eyes were still half-lidded, and her body remained soft and open on the couch.I leaned up and kissed the warm skin just below her navel, then higher until my mouth brushed the underside of one full breast."Come here," I said quietly.She looked at me with a dazed little expression as I stood and sat down on the couch beside her. I reached behind her back and unhooked the tube bra that had been half off her for so long. I pulled it down her arms and tossed it aside so she was completely bare from the waist up. Her heavy tits settled naturally against her ribs, soft and marked from my mouth.I stood again only long enough to undress. My shirt came off first, then my belt and pants and boxers until I was fully naked in front of her. Her eyes dropped immediately to my cock, already hard and heavy from everything I had done to her.I sat back down on the couch and spread my knees."Kneel down," I told her. "I want your mouth on me."Lovina slid off the couch and settled on her k

(NEW HOT STORY)... MARY “Daddy, I want to ride.” I said it again for what felt like the hundred-and-fifth time this week. My friends kept showing up with their bikes, laughing and racing down the street, and every time I watched them I felt that same sharp little frustration. There were bikes in the garage. None of them mattered because my stepdad still refused to teach me. I was starting to wish I had a brother instead. Liam was buckling his shoes by the door, already half gone for the day. “Baby, I get busy from morning till night and you know that. And I can’t be disturbing the neighbors at night.” I let my shoulders drop and put on the softest, most pitiful face I owned. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He hated seeing me look sad. That was the one thing I could always count on. My mom married Liam when I was sixteen. From the very beginning I had a thing for him. When I turned eighteen I started sneaking late at night. I would stand in the dark hallway and listen to