Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sinful Obsessions: Short Filthy Stories : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Noa I need a solution so badly. I can’t keep hurting myself like this, not when I still don’t know if Nicholas is cheating or if he’s simply wired to put everything else before me. I mean, who chooses his wife over his company. Even I've tried to find out in the company who he might be fucking but he was known as the cold CEO who doesn't look at other girls. Nicholas was known for his nonchalant behaviour, not just to his staff but he's doing it to his friends too. He doesn't even have any friends again. I saw all these signs and still chose to marry a nonchalant man like him. All my fucking faults, now I have to take full responsibilities of my actions. My pussy clenched, I can feel the hot liquid dripping on my pant. My hands slide up to my big breasts, my nipples are rock-hard, aching under the thin fabric of my short dress. God, I need to be touched tonight or I’m going to lose my mind. I walk out of the bedroom without checking the mirror. My face is probably

Standing in the hallway longer than I should, my heart beating faster, my pussy lips clenched. I'm losing my mind, my control, and my legs still feel weak. The taste of him is still on my tongue. Between my thighs I’m wet and swollen and every time I shift my weight I feel the slickness of what his fingers did to me. The guest-room door is only twenty steps away. I told myself I can still turn around. I can go back to the bedroom I share with Nicholas, lock the door, scrub his father off my skin and pretend none of this happened. I can be a good wife again by morning. But my feet are already moving. Each step feels heavier than the last. My heart is slamming so hard I can hear it in my ears. The short dress sticks to the dampness between my legs. I keep seeing the way he looked at me when he said Come to me, Noa. Like he already knew I would obey him. As I reach the door and I stood there for a second, palm flat against the door handle. My hand became shaky. I

Noa:He fucked me through out the night in every position the bed would allow.And I rode him hard, sinking down until I felt him bottom out, the thick head of his cock pressing right against my cervix. The stretch was brutal and perfect; each downward thrust forced a sharp cry out of me that I tried to muffle against his shoulder.I loved how rough he was—how he gripped my hips hard enough to leave fingerprints, how he flipped me onto my stomach without warning and drove back in until the headboard slammed the wall. Nicholas never touched me like this. My husband is always apologetic when he comes. He doesn't even last up to an hour, sometimes a minute.But Dominic took what he wanted. Forty-five years old and still hard as rock., still capable of pounding a tight pussy until it ached in the best way. I keep thinking how impossible it was that this man fathered the nonchalant, distant man I married.Or Nicholas didn't just love me? Because people will say men aren't nonchala

Dominic:Yes, I know she’s my daughter-in-law. The second I fucked her senseless in the guest room, though, something in me locked into place. She became mine. And nothing pisses me off more than seeing another man anywhere near what’s mine.I tear the sheer lingerie off her shoulders. The thin fabric rips easy. Then I hook my fingers in the sides of her panties and yank them down until they snap. She is now standing naked in the middle of the kitchen, tits rising and falling hard, nipples already tight.“I know I’ve never told you that you’re mine,” I grunt, catching both her wrists and pinning them against the counter, “but you should’ve known.”She struggles, trying to free herself from my grip.I spin her around hard, bend her forward over the edge so her ass pushes out toward me, pussy glistening between her thighs.Her pussy lips are pink, and her butt, just the way I like it, big and soft.My son is taking her for granted, does he even realize what he's missing?“Dom… let m

Noa:I waited until Dominic checked his phone and confirmed Nicholas is still at the office. Only then did I walk out of the guest room, towel wrapped tight around my body, bare feet silent on the floor. My heart hammered on my chest the whole way to our bedroom. I lock the door behind me, drop the towel, walk straight into a scalding shower. Soap, shampoo, the whole routine—scrubbing every place his mouth and hands and cock have been. I dry off fast, pull on pajamas, and head downstairs.The kitchen looks exactly the way we left it. My torn sheer lingerie and panties still lie in a small heap near the counter. Heat floods my face at the sight. Fuck, that man is exactly my type—the way he tears clothes, the way he takes what he wants. Unlike Nicholas, very boring man.I gather the ruined fabric, shove it deep into the trash under the sink, and lock the front door just as the doorbell rings.I smooth my hair, force a calm breath, and open it.Nicholas steps inside. “Where were y