Guilty Pleasures Novels & Stories

I moaned loudly as my head was thrown back against the books. “Slick Slick Slick.” The wet sounds of his mouth echoed through the aisles as he licked and sucked until my legs shook violently. He stood up and freed his thick cock, and thrust into me without mercy. Lucian has definitely trapped me to this addiction, I can’t be saved. “ Ahhhhh!” I screamed in pleasure, while I wrapped my legs around his waist as he fucked me hard against the shelves. Plap Plap Plap I felt sweet pain and pleasures as our skin slapped each other.

The bracelet caught the dim light like a hook. He thought of Lisa in the courthouse elevator, taking the printout from his hand while refusing to beg. He thought of every time he had looked at her as if she were guilty because guilt had been easier than uncertainty. Now uncertainty had a face in black, a familiar walk, and a charm he remembered buying. —Yes —he said. Lucas watched him for another second. —That was the right answer. —It was the only answer. —Same thing. Lucas turned the screen off.

I was fucked on the grand staircase, bent over the marble island in the kitchen, pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights. I was double and triple penetrated in every combination my body could handle. I begged them to choke me, to slap me, to treat me like the filthy goddess I had been. I came until my voice gave out, screaming their names and Liam’s in the same breath, tears streaming down my face as pleasure and guilt mixed into something toxic and addictive. Sophia watched from a throne-like chair, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

“I want to fuck you for a change.” My eyes widened, stunned. What? “I want to know if you cum from a cock in your ass,” he continued softly. If he knew who I was under this mask— Slight unease settled in my chest, but I already knew I would do it. I needed that money… and the thought of sex with Aaron, in this way it was offered, was… scintillating. A new guilty pleasure. “Okay, yeah,” I nodded. A guilty pleasure indeed.

I was needy for Declan. I lay there, staring up at the swirling patterns on the ceiling, revelling in the feel of Declan gazing over my nakedness. I was naked… he was my mate; I was allowed to be naked. I wanted to give him pleasure and make him happy. So why was there a little guilt in my skull about Deacon? I wasn’t cheating on Deacon was I? No, no, he knows this is going to happen, as does Dec when I’m with Deacon. This is how our situation works.

I asked blushing and smiling to myself. "If you're actually good you don't get spanking unless it's requested. I could even tie you to a bed and leave a prostate massager in you for hours. That's punishment and pleasure at the same time. I would get the satisfaction of seeing you squirming and moaning uncontrollably shooting loads until you're dry. It's not always about sex. I get pleasure from just seeing you have.....fun or being pleasured as long as it's from me" He whispered against my ear rather seductively and making sure to lick the shell. My eyes were closed imagining whatever he was saying.

Spurned by the fluid that sluiced out with his finger, he dung three more fingers into her moist folds. She squirmed, swerving her head to the other side of her. Don Julio scoffed, she indeed was a good sleepy head. When he was done with her, she wouldn't even realize that someone had laid with her. He began to unbuckle his belt, straining off the fact that he would be adding another crime to his name. Just a taste of her, he told himself. Who would see such a beauty, and refuse himself a great moment?

Why does he always have to intervene so much? When we got inside I was amazed by the pack's house luxurious decoration. Expensive furniture, artworks of famous painters and sculptors were all over while the floors were paved with the most expensive persian carpets. The place looked like a real palace. Iwondered what could be the pack's businesses that were so profitable to affordsuch luxury. Although we are one of the strongest economic packs, we do not live so richly.

"He put me with you. He trusted me to get things right. And I'm sure that no matter what, he wouldn't want you to cheat a man out of something like this. He may have his flaws, but I'm sure he wouldn't want that. Do the right thing, Kelly" Cheat…that was a totally unacceptable word. Kelly recoiled from it. She had been carrying a wretched load of guilt for days. That was nothing new. Yet mixed in with the guilt was an insidious streak of exhilarating pleasure in having Dimitri Collins’s child—a part of him. But cheating him…that didn’t sit at all well.