Filthy Lust Diaries - A Collection Of Steamy Stories のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Tessy’s POVRoy pulled out of my mouth, leaned over, and spat directly onto my tight entrance. Hank’s thick fingers rubbed the spit around, then pushed one inside, stretching me. I whimpered, still shaking from the last orgasm, but I didn’t tell them to stop. I pushed back into his hand instead.Hank lined up the head of his cock against my ass.“Breathe, little girl. Gonna claim this tight hole now.”He started pushing in slowly, relentless, the burn sharp and overwhelming. I cried out, forehead dropping to the hood, as inch after thick inch forced its way inside me.Roy stroked my hair, almost gentle for a second.“That’s it. Take it. You’re doing so fucking good.”Hank bottomed out with a low groan, hips flush against my ass, and held still for a moment while I adjusted to the impossible fullness.Then he started to move.And under that single streetlight on an empty desert highway, with two filthy truckers using every hole I had, I realiz

Elise’s POVThe special-collections room always felt different after midnight.The main library had gone quiet hours ago. The last student had been ushered out at eleven. The security guard had made his final round and left me with a polite nod and the reminder that the side door would lock automatically behind me when I finally left. After that, it was only me, the low golden lamps, and the long rows of rare books that smelled of old paper, leather, and dust that had settled for decades.I liked it this way. No voices. No footsteps. Just the soft tick of the wall clock and the occasional creak of the old building settling around me.I was alone at the large oak reading table in the center of the room, white cotton gloves still on, carefully turning the pages of a fragile 18th-century botanical manuscript. My pencil moved across the conservation log in a neat, precise script. Catalog number. Condition notes. Recommended humidity range. The work

Elise’s POV Grant’s hand stayed firm at the back of my neck, holding me in place against the table as he began to move again. The strokes were still measured, still devastatingly controlled, but there was a new weight behind them now—an edge of finality that made every deep thrust feel like a decision he had already made. The silk tie between my teeth was soaked. Every muffled sound I tried to keep inside still escaped as soft, broken vibrations against the fabric. The rare botanical manuscript lay only inches from my face. I could see the delicate ink lines of leaves and petals while Professor Grant Hale fucked me with slow, punishing precision over the very table where I had spent years handling irreplaceable paper with gloved hands. He kept the pace deliberate. Almost all the way out, then a long, thick slide home that forced the air from my lungs. The wet sound of it was obscene in the quiet special-collections roo

Victoria's POV What kind of woman sneaks down a dark hallway at two in the morning with her stepson’s cum still drying on her tongue and her wedding ring catching the moonlight? Well, I do. My husband is somewhere over the Atlantic again, another “urgent” trip that leaves me aching and restless. I stopped pretending the ache was loneliness weeks ago. It’s hunger. Specific. Forbidden. I push the guest-room door open without knocking and the lock clicks softly behind me. Jude, my stepson, was already waiting—shirtless, with his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The athletic lines of his twenty-four-year-old body were lit by the soft glow of the single lamp on the nightstand. He was quiet. Intense. Just like the way he’d looked at me the first night I dropped to my knees for him three months ago. “You’re late,” he says, voice low so it won’t carry. “Your father texted from the airport. So, I've been on the phone with him. Moreover, I had to wait until the house went quiet, an

Victoria's POVJude answers first, stepping up beside me. “Does it matter?”“It matters to me.” Jade’s eyes never leave mine. “I’ve been listening through the vents for weeks. Heard every wet sound. Every time you tried to stay quiet and failed. Last night I stood outside this door and listened to you cum on his cock. Tonight I watched you walk in here like you couldn’t wait another second, Victoria.”Heat floods my face—shame and something darker, something that makes my pussy clench around nothing. I should be horrified. I should be scrambling for excuses. Instead my nipples are tight under the thin dress and the ache between my legs is only getting worse.“Jade—”“Don’t.” He takes one step closer. “I’m not here to tell Dad. I’m here because I’ve been stroking myself raw every night listening to you two. And I’m done waiting my turn.”The words land like a hand between my legs. Jude’s posture shifts, protective, possessive