All Chapters of Hidden Passionate Stories: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Fred had just turned off his lamp when the door to his room opened without a knock. Soft footsteps crossed the carpet in the dark. Two familiar scents reached him at the same time, the light floral shampoo both of his stepsisters shared. Before he could speak a thick soft blindfold slid over his eyes and tightened behind his head. Complete darkness took him.Ava’s voice came first, low and amused. “Do not make a sound. Mom and Dad are asleep down the hall.”Eva’s hand pressed over his mouth for a second to emphasize the point. Then both girls were on the bed. Soft fabric rustled as they stripped. Warm naked skin brushed his arms and chest. Fred’s cock was already hardening inside his boxers.Ava pulled the waistband down and freed him. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft and stroked once.“Already hard,” she whispered. “Perfect.”Something cool and silicone pressed against the base of his cock. A soft click sounded and a low steady vibration started. The remote vibrator rested direct

The private elevator opened directly into the penthouse suite that occupied the entire top floor of the hotel. Marco Vitiello stepped out first, still in his black tuxedo, the jacket unbuttoned, the bow tie hanging loose around his neck. Behind him, Isabella followed in her wedding gown, the heavy ivory silk whispering against the marble floor. The ceremony had ended two hours ago. The reception was still going on thirty floors below, but Marco had made their excuses early. No one questioned the new don’s son on his wedding night.He closed the elevator gate, locked it, and turned to face her.Isabella stood near the windows, city lights glittering behind her like scattered diamonds. She was twenty-three, dark hair pinned up in elegant waves, cheeks still faintly flushed from champagne and nerves. The dress hugged her waist and flared over her hips, the bodice modest yet unable to hide the soft curve of her breasts. She had barely spoken during the ride up. Her hands were clasped in fr

Private SessionI knew the moment the last member left that something had shifted.Jake locked the front glass doors with a heavy click that echoed through the empty gym. The overhead lights were already dimmed to the nighttime setting, leaving only the soft glow of the emergency strips and the blue LED accents along the mirror wall. My heart was still beating hard from the final set of lunges he had made me finish. Sweat cooled on the back of my neck. My tank top clung to my skin.He turned around and looked at me the way he never did during regular hours. Strict. Focused. Hungry.“Session isn’t over, Leila,” he said, voice low. “Not tonight.”I swallowed. “Jake…”“Safeword is red. You say it and everything stops. Anything else and I keep going. Nod if you understand.”I nodded. My pulse was already between my legs.He walked toward me slowly, the way he walked when he was about to push me past my limits on the track. When he reached me he didn’t kiss me. He simply grabbed the hem of

The meet and greet stretched longer than anyone planned. Fans pressed close for photos and signatures while you stood there smiling through the haze still thick between your legs. His come had leaked steadily the whole time soaking the fresh pair of underwear they had given you until the fabric clung sticky and hot. Every time you shifted your weight you felt the deep ache from how hard he had stretched you earlier and the memory alone made your cunt throb all over again.He never left your side. His large frame stayed right behind you a silent wall of heat and possession. Whenever a fan lingered too long his hand would brush the small of your back a quiet warning that he was counting the minutes until he could have you again.The second the last fan left the room he closed the door and locked it. The crew had already moved on to load the buses. The private lounge backstage was empty except for the two of you. He turned the lock with a soft click then crossed the space in three long s

I lay beneath him still trembling as the last pulses of my second orgasm faded. His cock remained buried deep inside me thick and heavy even after he finished. Every small shift of his hips sent fresh sparks through the sensitive places he had just claimed. My virgin body felt stretched open and full in a way I had never imagined. The soft throb of him still inside made me moan long and low against his shoulder.“Aaaahhhhh you’re still sooo deeep…”He lifted his head and looked down at me in the dim light. His eyes were dark and hungry. One hand stroked the side of my face while the other stayed firm on my hip keeping me pinned.“That was only the beginning,” he said voice rough. “Your cunt is still gripping me like it never wants to let go. I’m going to fuck you again until you can’t think of anything else.”He pulled out slowly. The sudden emptiness made me whimper. A warm rush of his come followed leaking down between my thighs. He sat back on his heels and looked at the mess he ha