Succumb To Temptation Novels & Stories

He playfully spanked my left but and squished it with so much eagerness. "I want to see you dancing, babe. Come on!" He whined like a kid and put both of his hands behind his neck before licking his lower lip. "Come on." After a minute of convincing, his eyes finally lit with happiness when I stood up from his lap. I took my tie out of my hair and messed it up a little to seduce him. His lips parted when I took my shirt off in front of him, leaving me with my brassier. I swayed my hips from side to side, my hands roaming around my shoulder unto my breast, slightly fondling it.

“It is one of the sins most easily committed but hardest to admit. Because it appeals to what is human in us, our desire to be seen, to be touched, to be wanted.” A few people nodded. I wondered if they could hear the irony bleeding through my tone. “We are told to flee from it. Not fight it. Not reason with it. Flee.” My eyes flickered to him again. He leaned back casually, one leg crossed over the other, eyes half-lidded as if he were listening to music instead of scripture. I gripped the edges of the lectern. “But too often,” I continued, “we tell ourselves we are stronger than temptation. We tell ourselves we can endure it, stand near it, even taste it, and not be changed.”

“It makes slaves of us, if we allow it. It tempts us to surrender what should be sacred.” Her hand did not move away. Instead, her fingers slid lightly down my arm, tracing the seam of my sleeve, grazing the inside of my wrist. “But…” she murmured, “to know desire is to know the depth of temptation. To resist it, we must feel it first. Do you understand?” My breath quickened. My heart thundered. I wanted to say no, to say I did not understand, to cry out that I wanted nothing to do with this. But my lips would not move.

Every single gun muzzle shifted at once. All of them were pointed at the back of his head. The air seemed to crystallize into ice. His eyes rolled wildly in their sockets as he searched the faces of his so-called loyal men, hoping to find a trace of hesitation or rebellion. What answered him was only cold silence and rows of black gun barrels. "No… Impossible…" he muttered to himself. His voice was fractured with despair. His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground. No matter how hard he tried, he could not understand how everything he had built with such effort, the forces he cultivated himself, could turn against him all at once.

I must put an end to this. I stood up and stepped backwards, turning away from her. “Nic…” “Don't ever in your life, Maeve pull this again.” I warned, voice stern. I have been repeating the same pattern but I'm really ending it now. I have to control myself. I wouldn't let Maeve have this much effect on me. This effect could ruin everything. I started walking away before I would get caught in the temptation again. “What about breakfast?” she asked, her voice soft and quieter this time. “I have lost my appetite”

Trying to resist Massimo, it sounded more of a joke to her the moment she’d realized her actions. He was her addiction, a drug she couldn’t stop taking even if it kills her. She shook her head, her eyes pleaded with him. She didn’t want this. She wanted him. But her body had a mind of its own, her walls clenched around the toy as pleasure threatened to consume her.

My cock was raging hard as I watched her walk out of the office. I should have pushed her away the moment she got on my lap—I should have stopped her but instead I sat there letting her grind her pussy on me—letting her whisper those sinful things in my ear. She was a temptress I'd give her that. And fuck when she had told me she had nothing underneath the skirt she was wearing, it took everything in me not to bend her over my table and fuck her.

The thought of giving in to that temptation felt like betrayal, a violation of everything I stood for. But why did his blood sing to me, wrapping around my insides and sending a swarm of butterflies fluttering in my stomach? The sheer intensity of the craving was overwhelming—a primal pull that made it hard to think straight. I could feel my instincts battling against my will, creating a tempest of confusion and desire.

“Sebastian, Hudson, you… all of you. I see you as my daddies in every fucking way. Every time you walk around the house shirtless, sweating and laughing, it torments me so bad. My pussy gets so wet I have to sneak away and finger myself raw just from watching your chests and abs and those big cocks bulging in your pants. I am sorry, I am so fucking ashamed but I cannot stop wanting you to use me like a cheap cum dump.” My words kept tumbling out between broken moans and sobs. I felt my face burning hot with embarrassment but my hips would not stop rolling against his hand, chasing more of that rough stretch. This is so wrong but it feels too good, his fingers are so much thicker than mine. I

Jamey She was a walking temptation I knew I would succumb too sooner rather than later. Meadow was doing nothing to keep my sexual appetite down, her existence was slowly pushing me to my limit, her presence was unnerving and the stunt she pulled today was proof of that. Staring at my bedroom ceiling, all I could think about was the look on her face in the elevator and how it drove me crazy, how easily she got wet for me was addictive. I had been in this position for a few hours. I couldn’t sleep and I couldn’t work. This was becoming unhealthy.