Lakeside Lustful Stories Novels & Stories

“That baby has nothing to do with me! That's your baby with your ex-girlfriend, you just don't want to call it what it is!” “Rhea, you're being hysterical…” Patricia started. “Of course I'm being hysterical! My husband secretly had a baby with another woman!” “I didn’t sleep with her. It was a medical procedure. Artificial insemination. I stared at him. “You think that makes it better? You think because you didn't have sex with her, this betrayal is somehow less?”

She needed him to feel pity for her. I’ve changed locations and he always ends up finding me. This time he tried to rape me. At the mention of rape, Rios developed sudden hate for the guy he had no idea about. He hated guys who wanted to force their way on women even when the women didn’t give consent. I had earlier booked a reservation for a spa. I had gone there with the hopes of relaxing myself as I had been stressed out lately going from one company to the other trying to get my books published.

he said to Emma teasingly. “Stop Jacob! Give me my book,” said Emma as she tries to reach for her novel. Emma wasn’t very tall so he kept teasing her by holding the book high up just so she wouldn’t reach. Emma felt embarrassed enough so she tried her best to reach for her book but the harder she tried, the higher he held up the book…she still kept trying and before she knew it, their bodies were glued to each other.

As she looked up, her breath caught in her throat because the man had a devilish grin playing in his lips and his gray eyes looking right into her soul, promising her the storm that was about to come. She inhaled his musky scent with the mixture of the wine and immediately, she regretted it. It was so addictive and she felt herself wanting for more. His face was so near that she couldn't help but be intoxicated by him. She gulped. "Let me clear one thing, Stacy," he said with a deep, authoritative voice, "I have paid for you already so, you are mine for this night."

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Our tongues touched and embraced each other like they were old friends. His kiss felt familiar, like it wasn’t our first time. He kissed me like he was claiming me. Shit. I wanted it to keep going. And it did. His hands found my neck and pulled me in closer. Heat and wetness pooled between my thighs. Yes, I was horny. Wishing for more. His wandering hand found its way under my crop top, lingering just below my boobs. I wanted it to move higher. I shouldn’t have but I wanted it to.

I could hear the lust that coated every sound I made. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” He asked, catching up with my naughty intentions. I couldn’t move my hips again, instead, my fingers got to work on his chest, scraping my nails all over his skin and teasing where hair gathered in his chest. His hair was as curly there as it was on his head, looking at him from up close made him look younger and more handsome. His eyes had a fire, need, want, and a bit of vulnerability. My nails scraped over one nipple by accident, but when I felt his abs tighten beneath me in response, I wanted to do it again.

Lie piling up. Drive to Cara’s Upstate villa was a blur, two hours north, city lights gone, misty woods, October leaves on fire around the hidden house. The villa’s 3,000 square feet, stone walls by the lake, big fireplace cracking in the open room, heat fighting the damp cold. Cara waited in the bedroom, candles glowing on her naked skin, silk robe on the floor. “You’re late,” she purred, pulled me in, jasmine smell strong as she kissed hard, teeth on my lip.

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she whispered, her lips finding his again, the kiss deepening into something raw and electric. They lost themselves in each other, the dorm room a cocoon of rekindled passion. The jealousy that had sparked the night fueled a possessiveness that made every touch more intense, every glance more meaningful. Mira’s anger at Tyler faded, replaced by the overwhelming love she felt for Ethan—the boy who’d crossed the country to surprise her, who’d fought for her, who’d never stopped being her home. As they lay tangled together, the world outside faded, leaving only the promise of a new chapter, where temptation was conquered by devotion, and their love burned brighter than ever.