Carnal Temptations Novels & Stories

He was clothed, but the shorts did nothing to hide the hard bulge that strained against his shorts. I could hear the tiny voice screaming at the back of my mind, begging to leave, to run and pretend like I wasn’t here. But I couldn’t, not when my legs had turned to a puddle and my shorts drenched with my essence. There was something forbidden about this. The carnal lust of wanting what is off limits. The one person I can’t touch. He was Ace, my husband’s younger brother. The one ache that I can’t soothe.

I would shift in my seat, my face flushing, my dick getting hard. “The devil is among us, my brothers and sisters,” he boomed, his voice echoing through the church. “He is in our hearts, in our minds, in our… loins. He tempts us with filthy thoughts, with unnatural desires. He makes us weak. He makes us crave the forbidden fruit.” He clicked the remote, and the vibrations intensified, a steady, insistent pulse against my prostate. I bit my lip, a choked sound escaping my throat. A few people turned to look at me. I just smiled weakly, pretending to be moved by the spirit.

The smell of my own horniness filled the dark little tent, sweet and musky and desperate. I rubbed my clit in slow, firm circles, biting my lip to keep from moaning out loud. My pussy was so wet that my fingers slid easily through my folds, collecting all that slick cream. I kept thinking about his cock, how thick and heavy it must be, how it would stretch me open and make me take every inch. I wanted him to lose control right here, to forget he was a professor and just use me like the dirty slut I felt like for him. My nipples stayed rock hard, aching under the dress, begging for his mouth.

“I can’t wait anymore, Father. I sat through your entire sermon thinking about your cock inside me while you preached about resisting temptation.” He grabbed my chin, eyes blazing with lust and guilt. “You’re going to destroy me.” Then he kissed me brutally, lifting me off my feet and carrying me toward the side chapel. He set me down on the edge of a small side altar and dropped to his knees, shoving my dress up. “Spread your legs. Let me taste my sin.” I obeyed, gasping as his mouth attacked my pussy with intense hunger. His tongue fucked me deep, then circled my clit while two thick fingers pumped inside me. The wet, obscene sounds echoed off the stone walls. I gripped his hair, moaning l

Chapter 3. Layla’s hurt and shock began to melt under the relentless onslaught of those delicious and forbidden touches. Her mother’s hands were bold and experienced, rolling and pinching her nipples while soft lips continued to plant wet kisses along her collarbone. The betrayal still burned hot in her chest, but a much darker, greedier heat was rapidly overtaking everything else... the same taboo arousal that had made her finger herself furiously while watching her mother get destroyed through the keyhole.

Leaning down, she kissed me again, slower this time, her tongue teasing mine while her hands roamed, sliding up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through the thin fabric of my gown. A gasp escaped me into her mouth, my body arching up instinctively. The dominance in her touch sent shivers racing down my spine, my nipples hardening against the rough weave of my clothes. She ground down lightly, her wet pussy pressing against my belly, leaving a trail of slickness that soaked through. Then, strong hands gripped the hem of my gown…Thorne's, rough and calloused from years of battle. He lifted it slowly, exposing my legs inch by inch, the cool air kissing my skin and making m

"The way your wet clothes cling to your body… showing every curve… tempts me." I swallowed hard. My eyes slipped away from his. "You’re not innocent, little one. Every curve. Every look. Every word from you… it shakes my silence with whispers of sin. Like you were made for one thing." He leaned closer. I felt his warm breath near my ear. "To seduce me. You are a real temptation, Miss Amara." He paused, then added possessively. "And you’re not just a temptation. You’re my temptation." I looked at him in complete silence. My heartbeat thundered like war drums. His eyes cut through me, shaking everything inside.

Three days left. I’ve always wanted to get fucked in a car by a rich, handsome man. Not a quick, messy fumble in a parking lot. The real thing — leather seats, tinted windows, the low hum of an expensive engine, and a man who looks like he belongs in a boardroom staring straight into my eyes while he buries himself inside me. That combination of luxury and filth has lived in my head for years. Tonight it happens.

“Not just extras. That’s the part you didn’t budget. Loss, I might be worse. Win, I want it while the horn’s still in my head.” “Then you should have put it in the player manual.” “I’m putting it in you.” He snapped his hips and I saw white. “Manual later.” “Almost again,” he muttered. “You clench when we might get caught. I can use that.” “You’re a bastard.” “I’m the C.” He hooked my hips back and changed angle until I stopped making words. My cock slapped tile, ignored. “Don’t come until I say. Same rule. Different room.”

I was already wet, reacting instantly to his cold words. “Tomorrow night. The Club. Corner booth at the back,” he ordered. He did not ask if I was free. “Do not be late. Do not wear underwear. Do not disappoint me.” A final picture loaded on the screen—a dark, shadowy figure of a broad-shouldered, powerful man standing near a window. The app went dark as he logged off. I dropped the phone onto the bed, breathing heavily. I was shaking. I reached into my nightstand drawer and grabbed a powerful metal vibrator. I turned it on. The deep hum vibrated through my hand.