All Chapters of Raw Pleasures (Hot Steamy Collections): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ava's POV I spent the entire night dreaming and imagining every filthy thing we’d do the next day. After fingering myself for over an hour without coming, I was left aching and restless, my mind still spinning dirty.The next day I was already at the gym at exactly 11:00pm, sitting there in my gym shorts and bra, head full of every nasty fantasy while I silently prayed he’d show up early.He walked in seven minutes late. I didn’t wait for him to speak. The second the gym door clicked shut behind Jax I was on him—hands fisting the front of his shirt, mouth crashing against his’ in a messy, open-mouthed kiss that tasted like pure frustration and need. He growled into it, gripped my ass hard, and walked me backward until my spine hit the squat rack.“Missed me?” he rasped against my lips.“Missed everything.” I shoved my hand down the front of his shorts and wrapped my fingers around the thick, already-hard length of him. He was hot, heavy, the head already slick. “You left me aching l

Dessy’s POV My name is Dessy Bennett and I’m fucking five strangers this weekend. Whoever manages to make me squirt earns themselves a fuck toy. And if none of them succeeds, I’m pushing for even more next weekend. Simple rules; no names required. No second dates. Just raw, messy sex until somebody finally forces that full-body gush out of me. Then I belong to them for as long as I want—not ‘they’, because I fucking call the shots. But at least I’d be on my knees, doing whatever they want. Friday night. Downtown. Lights rolling across the streets, and sticky sidewalks—the kind of bar that smelled like spilled beer and bad decisions. I walked in wearing a very short black gown that barely covered my ass and no panties. The air conditioning hit my bare pussy and I smiled. Game on. I scanned the room once and found him in under a minute. Tall. Broad. Construction-worker shoulders stretching a faded gray T-shirt taut. His hair was neatly tousled, and a five-o’clock shadow darkened his

Dessy’s POV“Shhh… Dessy, it’s the manager,” Maya whispered, her fingers still curling inside my pussy even as her eyes remained fixed on the door.“Like I care,” I muttered, biting my lower lip hard at her fingers still working my pussy. “Please, don’t just stop.”Another heavy bang rattled the door. “Open up right now, or I’m calling security!”Maya carefully pulled out her fingers from my pussy with a wet ‘shlick’ that made my stomach twist. The almost-there pressure collapsed into nothing again. That same cruel wall slamming down right when my body was ready to break.“Fuck,” I hissed.Maya stood, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and fixed her shirt. “We have to go. Now.”“Seriously." “Yes." I let out a sigh and yanked my dress back down, my thighs slick and shaking. I was so close, I could still feel the ghost of it pulsing through me. Maya unlocked the door. A red-faced man in a black polo stood there, his eyes widening when he took in the state of us—my smeared lip

Sarah's POV I had three fingers buried in my soaked cunt and every filthy word on my tongue when the door slammed open. “Sarah!” My hand jerked free so fast I almost fell off the bed, sheets tangled around my thighs. Wesley’s face was red with fury and pure disgust as he took in the scene. “You lazy, filthy little—” He cut himself off, eyes locked on the wet shine between my legs. “Cover up. Now!” I scrambled, yanking the sheet up, cheeks burning. “Dad, I—” “Shut your mouth.” His voice cracked like a whip. “I’ve had enough of this. Sleeping till noon, ignoring every job offer, touching yourself in the middle of the afternoon like some cheap whore while people are busy with meaningful stuff. You are going to work for Damien as an executive assistant and that’s final!” I watched my father’s expression carefully. It was so frightening that I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut and resist arguing like I usually did whenever he brought up working for his best friend. Damien Wol

Sarah’s POVThe second the doors of Damien’s Range Rover clicked shut, he reached across the center console, shoved my skirt up, and pushed his two fingers straight into my dripping, still-swollen cunt.“My goodness.” I gasped, hips jerking.“Still dripping, Princess,” he said, voice husky. “You’re already clenching shamelessly around my fingers.”I bit down on the inside of my cheek as he moved his fingers slowly, deliberately, the wet sounds filling the quiet car.“Keep your eyes on the road, Damien,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering.“I’m watching the road.” His thumb found my clit and pressed tightly. “You’re the one who’s going to cum again before we even leave the Loop.”Traffic lights blurred past as he drove. Every time he stopped, his fingers curled deeper, rubbing that perfect spot until my thighs trembled and soft, broken moans slipped from my lips. By the time we reached the lakeside towers, I was soaked, panting, and half out of my mind.He pulled into the private garage o