All Chapters of Sweet Rush: Dirty Little Diaries : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Roman pushed through the heavy velvet curtain into the private room that was assigned to him, his pulse already hammering from the club's thumping bass. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and money. His coworker had sworn this place delivered exactly what his wife refused to give him anymore. The raw, no-limits release and passion he no longer got in his marriage. His wife Elara had lost passion for sex and he had forgotten what he felt like to get fucked without the use of his hands.. The moment his eyes landed on Alison, every frustration from the office and the cold, sexless bed at home sharpened into pure, animal need.She stood waiting in the center of the room like a gift, her long legs gleaming under the low red lights, her tight ass barely covered by a thin black thong. Mid-20s, with a body built for sin. With full, perky tits, tiny waist, and an ass that begged to be grabbed. Alison smiled with knowing confidence, her eyes dark with hunger.“This is your firs

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: NEIGHBOR'S TEMPTATIONI had been obsessed with Mrs. Elena Vargas for two years.She was my neighbor’s mother, she's 42 years old, divorced, and built like a fucking goddess. She had huge, heavy tits that strained against every top she wore, a thick, round ass that jiggled when she walked in those tight yoga pants, and curves that made my teenage cock ache every single time I saw her. Mrs. Vargas had that mature, sultry beauty. With full lips, dark wavy hair that fell down her back, and hips that swayed like she knew exactly what she was doing to every man in the neighborhood.I was nineteen. Still living at home. Still a virgin. And every night, I jerked off thinking about her.Tonight was no different.I stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading down my body as I tried to clear my head. But the second I closed my eyes, she was there. Elena. Bent over in her garden earlier today, that perfect ass pointed toward me as she pulled weeds. Her tank top had been low

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: LATE NIGHT DICTATIONAdeline’s heels clicked softly against the polished marble floor as she walked down the empty hallway of Pierce & Voss Corporate. It was past nine. The entire floor was dark except for the light spilling from Luca Pierce’s corner office. Her boss had asked her to stay late again. The third time this week.She smoothed down her tight pencil skirt and adjusted the buttons on her cream blouse. She knocked softly.“Come in.”Luca’s deep voice sent a shiver down her spine.She stepped inside. He was leaning against the front of his massive mahogany desk, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. His dark eyes raked over her body slowly, shamelessly.“Close the door, Adeline,” he ordered.She obeyed, her heart pounding.“You wanted to see me, Mr. Pierce?” she asked, trying to keep her voice professional.Luca didn’t answer immediately. He simply stared at her, hunger burning in his gaze. Then he crooked a finger.“Come here.”Adelin

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: BONDING TIME The dining room glowed with warm lamplight as the family gathered around the long oak table. Plates clinked, laughter and conversation flowed easily, and no one noticed how close Claire and her boyfriend Greg were sitting. Claire wore a short pleated skirt that barely reached mid-thigh. Under the tablecloth, her legs were parted just enough. Greg’s hand rested high on her smooth thigh, fingers teasing the edge of her panties. He pressed two fingers firmly against her pussy through the thin, already damp fabric, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. Claire’s breath hitched. She tried to keep her face neutral while passing the salad bowl to her mother, but her thighs trembled when Greg suddenly hooked her panties aside and slid one thick finger straight into her soaked slit. He pushed deep, curling his finger to stroke her inner walls. Claire’s pussy clenched hard around his fingere, her juices coating his knuckle instantly. Then he added a second fing

CHAPTER NINETEEN: THE WALK OF SHAMEIsabelle’s legs were still shaking as she tried to stand up from the conference table. Thick ropes of Mr. Kane’s cum were already leaking from her well-fucked pussy, slowly dripping down her inner thighs.She reached for her panties on the floor, but Vincent’s strong hand caught her wrist.“No,” he said calmly, voice still rough from his orgasm. “You’re going home just like this.”Isabelle’s eyes widened. “Mr. Kane… I can’t—”“You can,” he cut her off, pulling her close. His fingers dipped between her legs, pushing some of his leaking cum back inside her. “I want you sitting across from your boyfriend at dinner with my load still deep in your cunt.”A fresh wave of shame and filthy arousal washed over her. Her pussy clenched at his words, pushing more cum out to trickle down her leg.Vincent helped her fix her blouse but left her skirt slightly crooked. He didn’t let her wipe the cum off her thighs. He simply kissed her hard, tongue invading her mou