All Chapters of Desires of the Flesh: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lena stayed perfectly still for a heartbeat, my cock buried to the hilt inside her pulsing heat, her walls fluttering around me like she was daring me to move. The phone kept ringing on the floor mat, that insistent buzz cutting through the fogged-up silence of the cab. “Babe” glowed on the screen like an accusation. My heart slammed against my ribs, guilt twisting sharp in my gut even as my dick throbbed angrily, demanding more. I was balls-deep in a stranger's tight, soaking pussy, her juices coating my shaft and dripping down to my balls, and my girlfriend was calling."Don't," Lena whispered, but her smirk said the opposite. She rolled her hips in a tiny, torturous circle, grinding her clit against my base. "Or do. Your choice, big guy."I stared at the screen, chest heaving, sweat rolling down my temples. Every instinct screamed to ignore it, to flip Lena over and rail her until the drug burned out of my system. But some stupid, lingering shred of loyalty made me reach down an

The stretch burned a little, but the pressure lit nerves I didn't know existed. "Fuck, it's really thight. Your virgin ass clenching like it wants more."I whimpered, hips twitching. He added a second finger, scissoring, curling to hit that spot inside. Pleasure shot through me like electricity. "Ahh... fuck, Hugo. Right there.""Yeah? That's your prostate, naughty boy. I'm gonna make you leak for me." He pumped them deeper, thumb brushing my balls. My cock throbbed untouched, pre-cum dripping onto my thighs.He worked me open patiently, whispering praises mixed with filth. "Look at you spreading for my fingers. Such an eager little slut. Bet you've jerked off thinking about a real man wrecking it?""Yes... fuck, yes Hugo. Not just any man, just you." My voice broke on a moan as he added a third. Once I was panting, he slicked the plug. It was small but tapered, with a flared base. "Breathe out." He pressed it in, the stretch fuller, deeper. It popped past the ring and settled, p

~Riley's POV~ The salt air always felt like a tease, clinging to my skin like a damp sheet, making everything feel slightly too tight and far too sensitive. I stood on the balcony of the beach house, the midnight breeze whipping my thin silk slip against my thighs, and I could feel him behind me before I heard him. The scent of sandalwood, expensive bourbon, and something raw... something masculine... hit me first.It was Calvin. My best friend’s Dad.I didn't turn around. I didn't have to. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the sheer gravity of a forty-five-year-old man who knew exactly how much power he held over a twenty-three year old girl who had spent the last three summers daydreaming about the way his dress shirts strained against his shoulders."You're going to catch a cold, Riley," he murmured. His voice was a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated right through my spine, settling deep in my pelvis.I finally looked at him, my breath hitching. He was leaning again

I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The sound of Maya’s voice was a bucket of ice water over the heat still radiating from my skin. I looked down at myself, the sheer white fabric of my nightgown was hiked up to my waist, clinging to my hips with a mixture of my own arousal and Calvin’s thick, creamy seed."Riley?" Maya’s voice was closer now, the sound of her bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor echoing in the hallway.Panic surged through me, but beneath it was a dark, electric thrill. The risk was a drug, and I was already addicted. I scrambled off the counter, my legs shaking, and frantically yanked my nightgown down. I could feel the wetness sliding down my inner thigh, a warm, sticky reminder of exactly how Calvin had just claimed me."I'm in here!" I called back, my voice sounding breathy and unstable. I quickly grabbed a kitchen towel, wiping the marble counter with a desperate speed, though the scent of sex... musk, sweat, and bleach, sti

~Celine's POV~ “Fuck… Celine… yeah, just like that. Suck it deeper, baby. Take every inch of this cock down your throat.” The sound of his voice, thick with lust and strained with effort... hit me like a physical blow. I froze just outside the heavy metal door of the men’s locker room, my hand still gripping the handle. The facility was supposed to be empty; practice had ended twenty minutes ago, and I’d only come back to retrieve the clipboard I’d left by the bleachers. But the rhythmic, wet slapping sound echoing through the tiled space told me exactly what was happening.Blake. My star athlete. The twenty-year-old golden boy with shoulders that seemed to widen every time I looked at him and a drive that made him the fastest swimmer in the conference. I’d always known he was focused, but I had no idea that focus extended to imagining my mouth wrapped around his cock.My heart hammered against my ribs, a sudden, violent surge of heat pooling between my thighs. I shouldn't have s