All Chapters of RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"God that feels good," Jake moaned. His cock fit perfectly into my mouth. I continued to stroke him with one lace hand as I slid his cock in and out of my mouth. With my other hand I played with his heavy balls."Get on your knees when you suck cock, you little slut," Jake whispered. Without missing a beat I slid off the chair onto my knees. That's when I really started to suck him hard and fast.Jake groaned. "You are so... fucking... good at that," Jake said quietly. I popped his cock out of my mouth to look up at him, all the while maintaining a rhythmic stroking with my hand."Am I the best cock-sucker you've ever had?" I asked him breathlessly."Yes, you are the absolute best little cock-sucker in the world," he replied. My veil slipped down over my face and Jake grabbed it and pulled it back again. "Did you miss sucking me off?" he askedI nodded enthusiastically. "I missed your taste, and how your hard cock fills my mouth completely," I told him. I pushed his wet dick back int

Two nights had passed since Mr. Blackwell fixed my sink, but I couldn’t get the image out of my head. I’d touched myself raw that same evening after he left — twice on the couch, once in the shower, and again before bed. Each orgasm left me shaking, but the hunger only grew deeper. I felt like a woman possessed.I tried to distract myself. I worked late, binge-watched shows, even went for a run around the block. Nothing worked. My pussy stayed in a constant state of low-grade ache, slick and sensitive. I kept replaying how that thick bulge had twitched and shifted while he lay under my sink. How heavy it looked. How impossibly big. I wondered what it smelled like, what it tasted like, how it would stretch my lips if I tried to suck it.By the second night, I was a mess. I’d gone to bed early, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, no panties. Sleep wouldn’t come. I tossed and turned, fingers slipping between my thighs again, rubbing lazy circles around my swollen clit while im

The entire next day was torture. I couldn’t focus on anything. Work emails went unanswered. Food tasted like nothing. All I could think about was Mr. Blackwell’s thick fingers stretching my pussy, his deep voice commanding me to confess my filthiest thoughts, and the massive bulge in his sweatpants as he left me dripping and desperate on my couch. I had cum three times that morning just replaying the confrontation, but each orgasm felt hollow. My body knew what it really wanted — what it *needed*.By late afternoon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I showered carefully, shaving everything smooth, then stood in front of my closet for way too long. I finally chose a simple sundress — light yellow, short, with thin straps and no bra underneath. No panties either. The fabric brushed teasingly against my bare pussy with every step, keeping me on edge.My hands trembled as I walked down the stairs to his ground-floor unit. I hesitated outside his door for almost two full minutes, heart hammer

LENAI sat behind my wide walnut desk in the office I had carefully designed to feel safe and neutral for everyone who walked through the door. The walls were a soft beige and cream, the lighting diffused through sheer white curtains that turned the late afternoon sun into a gentle haze over the city skyline. My bookshelves were lined with heavy textbooks on sexology, ethics, and trauma recovery. At twenty-six, I had worked hard to build this reputation as a professional, compassionate sex therapist. Underneath, though, my body was already betraying small signs of the nervousness I refused to show.Damien Voss’s file was brief: thirty-four, wealthy, self-referred. When my assistant buzzed that he had arrived, I smoothed my skirt, stood up, and prepared my most composed smile. The door opened, and he stepped in, filling the space with his presence. He was tall—easily over six-three with broad shoulders straining against a black dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forear

I paced my office like a caged animal the morning of what I had sworn would be our final session. My hands shook as I rehearsed the words again and again in my mind. “Mr. Voss, due to ethical concerns and a clear conflict of interest, I must terminate our professional relationship effective immediately. I can provide referrals to other qualified therapists.” The way my fingers had betrayed me last time, plunging into my soaked cunt while he watched and commanded. The shattering orgasm that left me ashamed and aching for more. I hadn’t slept properly in days. Every night I woke up throbbing, my sheets damp, his voice echoing in my dreams—filthy promises of bondage, choking, breeding me full. This had to end before I lost everything. But when my assistant buzzed that Damien had arrived, my stomach twisted with equal parts dread and shameful excitement.He entered the room like a storm contained in human form. He closed the door behind him with a soft click that sounded far too fi