All Chapters of Sinful Obsessions: Short Filthy Stories : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ANGEL'S POV I sneaked out of the mansion, as early as 10am in the morning. It's the weekend and everyone will probably be sleeping by now. Thank God Romeo had to be in the company to attend a meeting, he won't know I left. I waved at a taxi and it stopped for me. I entered, and sat inside shutting the car door softly with a sigh. My phone beeped, it must be a message from Drake. I checked it, he sent me the location of his apartment and I showed it to him. The cabbie drove me to Drake's apartment, I paid him and got down from the car. Clinging to my bag, I walked straight to the door, rang the doorbell. I don’t know what Drake wants but I just can't let him post that video that's with him. The door opened, revealing Drake, he was shirtless, just in a black pants. "Welcome my love." He said. I rolled my eyes and just walked inside. He shut the door before walking to my side and leading me to the living room. "What would you like to have?" He asked. I glared. "Name it, any

“Fuck you,” I breathed, but the words came out shaky.“You are already fucking me .” He leaned down, bracing on one forearm beside my head, and rolled his hips in a way that dragged against a spot inside me that made my thighs tremble. “Feel that? That’s six years of listening to you. Every insult. Every time you looked through me like I didn’t exist.”So my stepbrother can make me feel this way, he can fuck! I've never felt this way in my entire life.He fucked me like that for a long time in a slow, relentless strokes that kept me right on the edge without letting me fall. Sweat began to slick my skin. The black dress was shoved up under my breasts now, one strap slipped off my shoulder. “Your nipples are tight and visible through your thin fabric.” he said, kissing my neck, biting a spot, my eyes shut, God, what feeling is this.For this foolish step brother of mine? Oh I hate myself.Ethan pushed the dress higher still and took one of the nipples into his mouth, sucking hard e

(Emily’s POV) I scrambled up on shaky legs and straddled him. He held his cock steady while I sank down onto it, inch by thick inch. The stretch made me moan the whole way down. “Mmmmmhh…you’re so big!” My pussy lips let out a shaky breath. Once I was fully seated I stayed still for a second, just feeling him pulse inside me. Then I started to move. Slow at first. Rolling my hips. Lifting up and sinking back down. Every time I took him deep a soft, throaty moan left me. “Ahh!!!nngh…yes…” His hands gripped my ass, helping me find a rhythm. I braced my palms on his chest and rode him harder, letting my head fall back. My moans got louder, freer. “Ohhh—Daniel—it feels so good—” “That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on it. Let me hear you.” “I love riding your cock! I hope I'm doing it better than mommy!” I bounced faster. “Stop the comparison.” The wet slap of my cunt taking him filled the room. My tits bounced with every movement. He sat up suddenly, wrapped an arm aroun

(Emily’s POV) I moaned into his mouth—soft at first, then louder when he squeezed my breasts. This man is making me lose my mind. “Emily,” he muttered against my lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” “Yes I do.” I reached down and gripped him through his swim trunks, squeezing the thick, hard length of his cock without patience. “I’ve felt you looking. I’ve touched myself thinking about this exact thing, you pushing me against a wall and taking what you want, fuck daddy, take me.” He yanked the wet bikini bottoms down my thighs. I stepped out of them. His hand slid between my legs and found me already dripping. He pushed two fingers into me without warning and I gasped, head tipping back against the tile. “Daddy…!Oh God…” He began fucking me with his fingers hard and deep, curling them, thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit. “So tight, damn baby.” He increased his pace. “Ahmn!” The wet sounds were filthy in the small space. My moans got high

(Betty's POV)Oh my gawd! This twenty eight year old dude, surely knows how to finger a grown woman's cunt.The cool wood of the table pressed against my cheek as Damon’s fingers worked deeper, curling just right, the wet sounds of my cunt filling the quiet kitchen. My short gown was bunched at my waist, panties stretched uselessly around my knees, and every thrust of his hand made my breasts drag against the surface. Heat flooded my face. My heart was hammering so hard that I could feel it in my throat.Damon is my husband’s son. The boy who used to call me Auntie Betty. The same hands that had once carried grocery bags for me were now stretching my pussy open like he owned it. Shame burned under my skin, thick and hot, but it only made me wetter and my cunt clenched around his fingers, with hunger and starvation.“Mama,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “You're dripping down your thighs for me.” “Yes mommy wants you so badly!”Another sharp spank landed on my ass, the sting bl