All Chapters of Sinful Obsessions: Short Filthy Stories : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sera:“What are you doing?” I ask him, weakly. He smiled slowly, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. “I needed you looking exactly like this so I could bend you over that dresser and fuck you in front of the mirror.”Something in me snaps. How dare he say that? I shove his chest hard. “You’re talking nonsense. Don’t forget who you’re talking to.”“I know exactly who I’m talking to.” He didn’t step back. “You keep acting like you don’t want me. Like I don’t make your heart race. Like your thighs don’t clench every time I walk past you.”“They don’t…shut up...” I swallow, my heartbeat quickening. “Really? Prove it.”His mouth drops to my neck and he bites down softly. “Damon…this…” I whisper, erotically before I could control myself, my hands on his chest.He yanks my dress down my arms, the fabric pools at my feet before I can stop him, cool air hits my bare breasts. His hands shifted up and cupped them, heavy and full in his palms.“Sera,” he says, voice raw, “tell me you do

Sera: What the fuck is Damon doing here? He was wearing a dark shirt open at the collar, his hair a little messy from the heat, eyes locked on mine with that same quiet intensity from the other night. And he has the look of someone who has been waiting for me to notice him. I swallow the lump of desire in my throat, even if he is twenty two, he looks so sexy. I shut my eyes and open it again, fuck, I’m now admiring him. The lyrics still float through the speakers, but everything else narrows to the space between us. His hands remain on my waist, thumbs resting lightly against the curve of my hips. He leans in just enough that I hear him over the beat. “Didn’t expect to see you here, Sera.” he said with his deep masculine voice. There's how he calls my name that stirred something deep inside me. “...”I opened my mouth to say something at least but nothing came out at first. The guilt from four nights ago crashes back in, heavy and sharp, mixed with the same he

Sera:I pull back just enough to spit on the head of his dick, and I rub the thick saliva over the pink head with my thumb, spreading it down the shaft until my whole hand is slick and the slide turns filthy. He swells thicker in my grip, his veins standing out and his thighs start to shake under my free hand.“Sera… please!”His fingers tighten in my hair, making my scalp burn, still I didn’t look away. I stroke him wetly, the sound loud between us.“Answer me,” I say to him erotically. “You will always listen to mommy, won’t you?”His hips jerk and a broken noise tears out of him. I slow down just enough to keep him teetering, thumb circling the slit, gathering more precum and mixing it with spit until everything glistens.“Say it, Damon.” I urged him.He swallowed hard, those cocky eyes of his are glassy now.“Yes,” he rasps. “Fuck…yes. I’ll always listen to you…Mommy. Please…”Something hot and possessive curls low in my stomach. I tighten my fist and stroke faster. His head tips

Sera: “Now,” he growls against my mouth, barely breaking the kiss. “Come. Make a mess on my cock. Show me what a good little slut you are when you finally get what you need.” I shattered instantly, the orgasm rips through me so violently my arms give out completely, collapse face-first into the sheets, screaming his name into the mattress as my pussy clamps down around him in tight, pulsing waves. He never stops fucking me through it—never stops kissing me either, swallowing every desperate sound I make like they’re his to keep. The climax seems to go on forever, wave after wave, until I’m trembling so hard I can barely breathe. He still didn’t stop. He fucks me straight through the aftershocks, chasing his own release with hard, deep thrusts, until he finally buries himself to the hilt and comes with a guttural, broken groan against my mouth, pulsing hot and thick inside me. Even after he came he kept giving me shallow little thrusts, riding out the last of it, one hand

“Arghh…!” The sound tore out of her, raw and desperate. A second later I came with a low, guttural groan, flooding her while another orgasm ripped through her body at the same time. Her pussy milked me in tight, rhythmic pulses, taking every drop I gave her. I kept thrusting through it, slow and deep, until the last spurt left me. Then finally, I pulled out slowly, watching the way my cum leaked from her swollen, used cunt. Sweat beaded on her forehead and I dropped onto the mattress beside her with a satisfied smile, chest still heaving. “You were going to kill me,” she said between breaths, voice shaky. “My dick doesn’t kill tight pussy,” I answered, voice low and teasing. “It just ruins it for a while.” My eyes tracked over her swollen clit, then up to her breasts. I still felt the heavy soft weight of them in my palms, the way her nipples had stiffened under my thumbs until they peaked hard and sensitive. I remembered squeezing them, rolling them, watching her arch int