All Chapters of UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I lifted my head, flicked my tongue over the slick tip, and tasted the salty pre‑cum that coated his cock. The flavor was sharp, masculine, and it made my pussy clench involuntarily. I wrapped my lips around the crown, sucking hard, feeling the ridge of his head press against my palate. My hand slipped down to fondle his balls, rolling them gently, then tighter, eliciting a low groan from him that vibrated through his shaft and into my mouth.He shifted, pulling back just enough to let me breathe, then guided my head down further. I took him deeper, feeling the back of my throat stretch, the faint gag reflex a delicious reminder of how filthy this was. My nose brushed his pelvis, inhaling the musky scent of his skin mixed with the faint antiseptic still lingering from the first‑aid kit. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking rhythmically, my tongue swirling around the underside of his cock, teasing the frenulum with quick flicks that made his hips jerk upward.“Fuck… you’re good at that,”

~PHOEBEMy mom walked happily down the aisle of the beautifully decorated beach. I bet she wasn't even this happy when she walked down toward my father.I had stayed locked in the house all weekend, and she hadn’t uttered a single word to me, much less looked at me. But this morning, she was a completely different person.She had called up Chloe, my cousin, to her room just to gush about how stunning her bridal gown was alongside her high-society friends. Meanwhile, I stood in the background, holding back a loud giggle at the sheer hypocrisy of it all.“Oh Lydia, this gown is stunning on you! It compliments your blonde hair perfectly," one of the older ladies gushed. "I can't believe this is a second marriage.”At least I had Ciara to get dressed with, even if she was completely emotionless the entire time, telling me to “stop playing dress-up” and hurry up. I probably shouldn't have invited her, but her serious, academic expression completely died the moment the groomsmen danced in.

~PHOEBE Gerard’s mouth sealed over my nipple like a vacuum, his teeth sinking deep into the tender peak as he drove into me with relentless, hip-shattering force. Each thrust was a brutal claim, his cock spearing my slick, convulsing pussy, stretching me rim raw, the head bumping against my cervix with a wet schlick that made my vision white. His iron grip tightened around my throat, not enough to cut air, just enough to make me pulse hammer against his palm, stars blooming behind my eyes as the pressure built. The triple assault, mouth ravaging my breast, cock destroying my cunt, hand throttling my throat which shattered my control. A feral orgasm tore through me, my inner walls snapping shut like a steel trap around his invading length, milking him with violent, rhythmic pulses as I screamed his name, raw and tearing: “STEPFATHER!” The sound bounced off the room tiles, a primal cry of surrender and shame. Then the door burst open. Lydia stood frozen in the doorway, h

~Roxie“Fuck… yes. Oh my God.” I moaned, my fingers digging deep into Duke’s hair, pulling him closer. His tongue was driving me insane, and I could feel myself hovering right on the edge.“You like it, Rox?” he asked, his voice muffled, looking up at me with those wide, eager eyes.“Yeah, damn… Come up.” I demanded. I was done waiting. I’d spent too long being the ‘good girl’ in this oppressive house. Today was the day. I was taking my virginity back from the void and giving it to someone who actually wanted it.“You sure? What about your uncle? Are you... you sure you're ready?” He started stuttering, his confidence evaporating.The mood plummeted. I felt a surge of irritation. “Why are you always so fucking scared of Charles? And he isn't my uncle; he’s just my evil guardian. We are adults, baby. Let's just do this. He isn't even around.”I didn't wait for another hesitant word. I ripped my T-shirt off, tossing it aside and exposing my bra, my nipples hidden but aching for touch.

I stirred to the distant hiss of water, the sound pulling me from a haze of ache and shame. My eyelids fluttered open to a room that wasn’t mine, white sheets stretched tight over a firmer mattress, the air thick with the scent of soap and something darker, musky, undeniably his.A sharp sting flared between my thighs as I shifted, the memory of last night crashing over me like a wave.My cruel trick on Tessa, Charles’s brutal thrust, the sting of losing my virginity to him, helpless and hungry. I slammed my palms to my face, trying to erase the evidence of what I’d done, but the damp patch on the sheets betrayed me, bright crimson against the pristine white.The bathroom door rattled. I froze, pulling the blanket up to my chin, pretending sleep still held me. The knob turned, and the door swung open.Charles stood there, naked, his broad shoulders catching the morning light, his cock half‑erect and heavy between his legs. He moved through the room like he owned every inch of it becau