Lakeside Lustful Stories Novels & Stories

His other hand stayed locked at her waist, keeping her pinned exactly where he wanted her. Larissa’s lips parted on a shaky exhale. The room still spun in lazy, drunken circles, but his voice was low and rough, nothing like Finn’s. She didn’t want to know if it wasn’t Finn, she just wanted the fantasy to hold just a little longer. “Please…”

I reached up, pretending to clean myself up, but grabbed and fondled my tits while holding his gaze. I moved to the locker rooms, and he came after me immediately. I guess once a fuck boy, always a fuck boy. “Lisa Harrison? Damn, I almost didn't recognise you. Are you trying to kill me out there?” he groaned, walking towards me. "Maybe?" I taunted as his arms caged me in. Jake's eyes gleamed as he watched my tits. I grabbed the edge of my top. "Do you want me to take it off?" "Fuck yes," He growled, latching his hands on my tits without warning, squeezing and kneading them. I gasped when he plucked and flicked at my nipples.

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

And for some reason, it made me laugh at Larissa’s face. “Oh come on, we haven’t even started yet! That’s only a drop of red. I want something that overflows! Streaming down that balcony.” I stood and walked closer to Larissa. I squat and made myself so close to her face, smelling the blood coming out from her father’s leg. “Now tell me, Larissa, or was it Larrie, Issa or Arissa. Those are your nicknames from your sugar daddies am I right?” I whispered to her ear while she struggled perhaps wanting to scratch my face. But I just gave her a little smirk.

His intense blue eyes were completely unreadable in the heavy shadows of the room, but the hunger in them hadn’t faded. He reached down and slowly unclipped the lace garter, sliding the delicate straps down her legs with deliberate care, leaving her in nothing but the sheer stockings and one remaining heel. His gaze dragged over every inch of her—red handprints on her hips, bite marks on her neck, the way her pussy still fluttered and leaked. Without warning, his large palm came down in a sharp, wet slap directly against her soaked pussy. Hazel jolted hard, a broken cry tearing from her throat as the sting bloomed into white-hot pleasure.

Every orgasm left me breathless, the memory of him lingering long after, a fire that no human or werewolf restraint could quench. In the quiet of my attic, with wind rattling the old panes and the village sleeping below, I could almost see him in the shadows, hear the low cadence of his voice in the rustle of the trees, feel his impossible pull through the thin walls. Desire and restraint clashed violently, leaving me fevered, restless, and painfully aware of how wholly I was consumed by a man I had never truly touched—and yet, could never forget.

"Good slut. Sleep now, dream of me using you." Dawn crept, pain throbbing constant reminder. Mia knocked— "Up yet?" I panicked, Jax slipping out window quiet, cock print on my mind. Dressed slow, pussy leaking cum down thighs, sore walk to kitchen. His eyes met mine over coffee, smirk promising: "Anytime." Dirty heat simmered weekend far from done, brother's claim deeper. But guilt twisted with lust Mia chatting clueless, her brother’s cum inside me. He cornered me later by sink, hand under skirt quick fingers sliding folds, parting open. "Shh, anytime quickie," growled dirty.

I gasped, my tits bouncing under my dress. “I only want you, Mia,” he groaned, thrusting faster. “This pussy is mine.” He kissed me messy, biting my lip. One hand held my leg up while the other squeezed my breast. I felt so full, so claimed. The jealousy from seeing Sarah made me wetter than ever. “Harder,” I begged. “Make me forget about her.” Jake pounded into me, deep and rough. I cried out with every thrust. My nails dug into his back through his shirt. My legs shaking, pussy squeezing him tight. Jake kept going, breathing heavy in my ear.

Rita sat pressed tightly against me, her breathing already faster. I started steering the conversation. “So boys,” I said, leaning forward so my tits nearly spilled out, “have you ever destroyed a proper Luna before?” The energy at the table changed instantly. Growls rose. They wanted more. I started telling them my sluttiest stories — how I loved being gangfucked, choked, knotted, and pumped full. Rita’s face flushed deep red, but she didn’t stop me. One rogue with silver eyes stared at her. “What about you, Luna? You smell like you haven’t been properly bred in a long time.”

The air conditioned atmosphere made goosebumps rise on my skin, and caused my nipples to harden as well. Luther noticed this and smirked, standing up from his place on the desk and crawling into the bed. "Go on, keep working. I won't bother you." I abandoned the bed, figuring I'd do something else until he got bored. Just as I bent down to pick up the basket of laundry, he spoke again. "How about another five thousand for the skirt and underwear too? Take everything off and it's yours." I turned, face burning, ready to reject him as shame overtook my need for money.