All Chapters of RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of settling wood. Raul and Vivian’s bedroom door was closed. Soft lamplight pooled across the bed, turning the white sheets gold. Vivian sat against the headboard in one of Raul’s old T-shirts, bare legs folded under her, phone in her lap. She had just finished texting Josh goodnight after another of his awkward updates about the date that had gone nowhere.Raul came out of the bathroom, towel around his hips, hair still damp. He watched her for a moment, then climbed onto the bed and stretched out beside her, propping himself on one elbow.“Another one crashed and burned?” he asked.Vivian sighed and set the phone aside. “Yeah. He said she got quiet after they started kissing. Then she asked if they could just ‘talk.’ He thinks he scared her. Again.”Raul’s hand settled on her thigh, warm and heavy. His thumb traced slow circles just above her knee. “Kid’s got a big cock and no idea what to d

Vivian was still shaking when Josh rose from his knees. His face was shiny with her, chin and lips wet, eyes dark and stunned. His cock stood rigid between them, thicker than she had imagined even after seeing it, the head flushed almost purple, a thick vein running along the underside. A clear bead of precum already welled at the slit.She didn’t wait for instructions.She slid off the edge of the bed onto her knees in front of him, hands rising to wrap around the heavy shaft. The heat of it surprised her. She stroked once, slow, feeling the weight and the way it pulsed in her grip. Then she leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue from the base all the way to the head, collecting that bead of precum and swirling it around the ridge.Josh’s breath left him in a rough sound. His hands hovered in the air like he didn’t know where to put them.Raul’s voice came from the side of the bed, low and steady. “Take your time. Make him feel every second of it. He’s never had a mouth like

The line for the women’s bathroom stretched halfway down the corridor, a messy knot of short skirts, sticky skin, and impatient laughter. Music pounded through the walls so hard it made the floor vibrate under her heels. She pushed past two girls arguing about a missing phone and slipped into the first empty stall, the metal door swinging shut behind her with a dull clang.She barely had time to hitch her skirt up before the door shoved open again.A man stepped in.Tall. Broad through the shoulders. Dark shirt clinging to him from the heat of the club. He didn’t speak. He just looked at her, eyes dropping straight to the short black skirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs, then back up to her face. The lock clicked behind him.“This is the girls’ bathroom,” she said, voice already thinner than she wanted. “You can’t—”He stepped closer. The stall was tiny. His chest nearly brushed hers. The air smelled like cheap perfume, sweat, and the sharp tang of cleaning fluid. “Wrong

Betty Carter was twenty-one, small-framed, with a soft mouth that always looked a little too full for her face and wide hazel eyes that gave away every nervous thought before she could hide it.She still lived at home while finishing her last year of community college, mostly because the rent in town was brutal and her stepdad, Mark, had never once made her feel like a burden. He had married her mother when Betty was fourteen. The marriage had lasted six years before her mother left for a job across the country and never quite came back. Mark had stayed. He was the kind of man who fixed things without being asked and kept the house running like it still belonged to a full family. Tonight the house was empty. Her mother had been gone for years. Mark’s weekend work trip had been canceled at the last minute. Betty stood in the living room doorway with her phone clutched in both hands, heart hammering so hard she could feel it in her throat. She had already watched the videos her fri

MARKThe next morning, Betty got herself off to school, like she always did. She left me behind a couple of eggs, some bacon, and a note: "That's for the help, Daddy. You're the best."I ate quickly before I sped off to work. I was thinking about the blowjob the whole day, on the phone with customers, talking to my boss, you name it, I was thinking of how good my daughter's mouth felt. When I made it home at 5:00, my daughter ran to me and hugged me."Daddy, you're home!""Hi, cupcake. How was your day?""The best ever! Oh, my God, Daddy, I showed my friends the video, and guess what?""Wait, cupcake, I thought we weren't going to talk about that.""It's just this one thing. They were so, so jealous. They loved your cock. Like, all of them wish they were me right now. And they totally thought I gave a good blowjob too. Can you believe me? They thought I was acting innocent on purpose."I chuckled. "Wow.""Come on, I made you a steak dinner to say thanks."She tugged me along by the h