All Chapters of SIN-PHORIA: Secret Love Stories: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

After whispering those dirty words in his raspy voice, he stayed buried deep inside me for a little while. His breath was hot and calm against the back of my neck. One strong arm still locked around my waist, holding me tight against his chest while the thick length of him throbbed inside the mess he had just left. “Finally,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “I finally got what I’ve been waiting for. This tight little hole is mine now. Every inch of you belongs to your ex-stepdaddy. You feel that warmth still leaking out around my cock? That’s me claiming you.” I could only breathe, my body still trembling from the force of everything that had just happened. The stretch remained intense. The heat of his seed filled me so completely it felt like it was marking me from the inside. Adrian shifted slightly, his hips rolling in the smallest circle, making sure I felt every bit of the thick shaft still lodged deep. “How does it feel, Kai? Tell me. Does it hurt? Does it feel good

BLUE’S POV. It had been a usual day for me until this particular couple entered my car and things that I had buried deep inside me were beginning to stir back to surface. It was through the inner mirror I first noticed them. The redhead was already kissing the dark-haired one. Not a small kiss. Not the polite kind people do when they remember someone is driving. He had a hand on the man’s face and he was eating his mouth like he paid for it. I shook my head in shame before I looked at the road again. I have carried a lot of people. Couples. Students. Drunks. People who think the back seat is a private room. I have seen hands go under clothes. I have heard sounds I did not ask to hear. But I always kept my eyes forward. This time I didn’t. Why? They were handsome and young. And that was the first thing that I noticed without having to look twice. The redhead had that sharp look even while he was kissing. The dark-haired one was quieter and had a broad chest. H

BLUE’S POV. “Maybe you should join us?”The words echoed in my head and would not move. All I could do was to stare as my heart slammed so hard I felt it in my throat. My hand froze on my cock. I was still wet from my own fist. Still hard. Still sitting in the front like a man who had forgotten what a taxi was for.A face pushed through the gap between the seats.Red hair. Sharp mouth. Cum-slick from earlier and grinning like he had caught me stealing.He scoffed.“Look at this bitch,” he said. “Already stroking his own cock. You were never driving. You were just waiting for someone to say it out loud.”I opened my mouth.Nothing came out.“I’m Rey, by the way.” He said. “My stepbrother is Johnny. And we’ve been looking forward to a threesome.” I swallowed hard. Rey’s eyes dropped to my cock. He licked his bottom lip like he was bored and hungry at the same time.“Hold the wheel or don’t,” he muttered. “I don’t care.”Then he leaned through that small space and put his mouth on m

BLUE’S POV. My breath hitched the second Johnny’s tip started to breach me. My whole body locked. It was not even in yet and fear had already climbed up my spine and remained in my throat. I was still buried in Rey, and that should have been enough for one night, but the blunt wet pressure at my own hole made my mind go white. Rey felt me freeze and stopped rolling his hips. He went still under me, then his hands came up my chest, slow and warm, rubbing over my nipples and the tight muscle there like he was trying to keep me from running out of my own skin. Behind me, Johnny dragged both palms down my back, spreading heat across my shoulders while I breathed in and out in shaky little pulls.“You can take my cock,” Johnny said against my spine. His voice stayed low, almost calm, like he was telling me the road was clear. “I’ve got you. Don’t clamp. Let me in.”I relaxed my body a little. The tip finally pierced me.For a second I thought I would pass out. The sharp, mean pain cut

RYAN’S POV. One hour until check-in. Twenty minutes until I had to stop being a person and start being a uniform. Until then, I was bent over my own sofa with my briefs stuffed in my mouth while a stranger’s hands bruised my hips. “Such a juicy hole. I could ruin this all day.” He rasped as his palm cracked across my ass. A wet, muffled moan tore out of me and my thighs trembled as he drove his dick in again, the whole sofa shuddering with us. All day. God, I wished. But my suitcase sat packed by the door in my room, and Bangkok didn’t care how badly I needed this. That was the part nobody mentioned about cabin crew life. They saw the layovers and the five-star hotels. They didn’t see the birthdays I had missed, the orgies I had heard about secondhand, the friends who stopped inviting me because I always said ‘I’m flying’. So I hired men like the man fucking me now. No small talk. No schedules. Just a random hookup. His hand slammed between my shoulder blades,