All Chapters of DIRTY SINS: A compilation of short forbidden stories : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

When work ended for the day, I didn't go straight home. Instead, I drove to Lizzie's place. I couldn't be alone with my thoughts. If I was, I'd lose my mind. I needed someone to talk to. Someone I could pour everything out to. Lizzie had always been that person. I rang the doorbell as soon as I reached her front door, but no one answered. What the hell was she doing in there? I slipped my phone out of my purse and dialed her number. She didn't pick up right away. Just as I was about to call again, I heard her shout from inside. "I'm coming, Jes. Just hold on." A few seconds later, the door swung open, and my breath caught in my throat. My eyes drifted over her before I could stop them. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders, and wisps of steam still curled around her, carrying the fresh scent of soap into the hallway. She looked like she'd just stepped out of the shower. She wore a cropped top that left little to the imagination, the fabric hugging her chest, and a pair of biki

The next day, I called Lucas and told him about my decision. I could almost hear the satisfaction in his voice when he replied. He scheduled the meeting for four in the evening and said he'd send me the location. The rest of the day crawled by. I tried to bury myself in work, but my mind kept drifting back to Lucas. The deal sat heavy on my chest, like an anchor that refused to be lifted, refusing to leave me alone. Every now and then, I'd lean back in my chair, let out a slow breath, and stare at the ceiling for a few seconds. My fingers tapped against the armrest as the same questions chased each other in circles inside my head. How was I supposed to do this? Was it already too late to change my mind? Lizzie, as always, didn't fail as my hype woman and emotional support. My phone kept buzzing with her messages, each one a small lifeline tossed my way, reminding me that I'd got this and telling me not to feel disgusted or ashamed. But the more I stared at her message, the more it

“Oh stop,” I cried, writhing around his fingers while he kissed my neck. “No stopping now. This pussy's mine to finger until you're begging for more. I can feel how tight you are. You're soaking my fingers like a desperate whore.”“I'm not desperate,” I still managed to protest, biting my lip. It felt so fucking good that all I wanted to do was scream.“Oh, yes, you are.” Victor stood and walked over to me. “You're our desperate whore. You came here of your own accord, and you knew we were going to fuck you.”“No.” I shook my head frantically, feeling like the room was spinning as Lucas still fingered me. “I didn't…” I was still speaking when Victor shoved two fingers into my mouth, pressing them down on my tongue.“Let's see how you'll speak now,” he growled, laughing as he watched me choke on his fingers. With his other hand, he kneaded my breasts, squeezing hard enough to send pain through my body. Instead, it sent waves of pleasure through me. God, getting used like this wasn't s

Evans POVIt was 5:00 a.m., and my father was fucking my stepmother."Yes, baby. Fuck me harder."The worst part was that they didn't even seem to care that they had a son sleeping down the hallway. Or maybe they thought I was asleep. Either way, I couldn't sleep because of the loud, obscene sounds coming from their room.Linda, my stepmother, kept screaming, telling my father to go harder. My father, on the other hand, pounded into her relentlessly.And it didn't disgust me. It should have. I mean, two grown adults fucking so loudly in the house. They should have kept it down. Or I should have just put on my headset and drowned it out with music. But the problem was, I couldn't.Just lying in my room and listening to the sounds of them having sex made me incredibly horny.My stepmother was incredibly attractive. There was no denying that. She had those full, sexy breasts, and her ass... God, I'd caught myself staring at it more times than I should have.She was unbelievably sexy. No

Evans POVUnable to control the urge, I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around so fast her wet feet slipped on the tiles.I slammed her gently chest-first against the shower wall with one hand between her shoulder blades while the other yanked my shorts down.My cock sprang free, thick and angry-red, the head already drooling.Water streamed over both of us, plastering her hair to her back and running in rivulets down the deep cleft of her ass.“You're gonna cry.” I growled, voice low and mean as I kicked her feet apart.“I dare you.” She replied, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily against the wall.I lined up my dick with her soaked cunt and the contact made me groan deeply.“Oh fuck. You're wet for me, mama.”“Mhhmmm,” she whimpered as I nudged her entrance with the head of my cock.“Should I?” I brought one of her hands above her head while the other gripped the shaft of my cock as I rubbed it against her slick folds.“Do it.” She begged. “Shove that dick inside no