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DIRTY DESIRES: A Short Steamy Erotica Collections. Novel Cover

DIRTY DESIRES: A Short Steamy Erotica Collections.

18+ Explicit Content | Strongly Suggested for Reader Discretion Content Warnings: This collection contains strong adult language, age-gap dynamics, morally dubious characters, rough encounters, and explicit sexual scenes, definitely not for the weak of heart. Some certain desires are meant to remain hidden, there should be none of them. However, nothing is off-limits in these stories. Dirty Desires is an anthology of unvarnished, erotic stories in which temptation rules, control is challenged, and rules are broken. From forbidden lovers to impossible attractions, from hidden lusts to dangerous indulgences, every story pushes the boundaries. They are mischievous, they're mistaken, they are everything you have been longing to experience.
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Chapter 6

Hayes' POV

I froze as my hand came in contact with her pussy. She was totally bare under the black gown that had caught my attention immediately after she took off her jacket.

A grin appeared on her face as she pushed my hand further, my fingers slightly going into her. I don't know how she managed it that fast but she was already slick and wet. I could feel warm liquid pooling around the tip of my finger.

As that happened, I felt the last bit of restraint I had fade away. Trying to resist her was like fighting a raging river. It was pointless and easier to simply give in to the current. And the current of pleasure moving through my body then was more than welcome.

My dick throbbed in my trousers, hardening with each passing second.

"Fuck," I said, unable to hold back any longer.

Grabbing her waist to hold her steady, I closed the distance between our lips. Hunger surged through me immediately and I held her tighter. She moaned as our lips became familiar with each other, my fingers sliding further into her. Twisting my hand around, I curved the two fingers I had inside her and put my thumb against her clitoris.

Another pleasant moan escaped her lips and I slipped my tongue into her open mouth. Our breaths mingled, becoming faster as the kiss became more intense, our hunger heightening.

"Please. Take me," she whispered against my mouth, squirming in my grip. I began sliding my fingers in and out of her, slowly and deliberately. Her moans increased with each movement and I let go of her waist, silencing her with my hand over her mouth.

But the moans continued, muffled against my palm as I fucked her with my fingers, exploring her warmth and teasing her clit at the same time.

"Take me. I want... you... inside me," she stuttered.

"Not yet," I said, then I slipped a third finger inside her. She bit down on my palm then and I felt my cock push harder against my trousers.

"Look at me."

Her eyes opened, staring straight into mine, but she shut them again and threw her head back when I rotated my fingers inside her. Her moans became louder, even as they were muffled against my palm. She tightened her legs around my fingers, then she released them a few seconds later.

"Now. Please," she pleaded, her voice shaking.

I pushed my fingers deeper into her, kissing her at the same time. Then I pulled them out at the same time I took my lips away.

Pressing against her, I put my mouth to her ear. "Say it."

She shuddered against me, grabbing my arm with one hand. My fingers went inside her again and my thumb resumed caressing her clit.

"Say it."

"I... I want... you." Her grip tightened on my arm and the intensity of her moans increased.

Moving my fingers in and out of her one last time, I pulled away from her and my eyes traveled all over her body. "Take off the dress."

As she obeyed, my hand went to my belt. Swiftly, she unzipped the gown and pulled it over her head, presenting me her naked, well curved body. Unbuckling my belt, I let my trousers fall to the floor then I tugged my briefs down and did the same to it.

My cock bounced slightly, happy to be free of its cage. It was rock hard, just like her pink, lush nipples that were pointing at me.

"Come here," I said, reaching out to her and grabbing her hand. As I lowered myself into the chair she'd been sitting in earlier, I held my cock with one hand and pulled her onto me. Facing me, she lowered herself onto me, my dick pushing its way through her wet, hot pussy.

She let out a loud moan immediately and her arms came to rest around my neck. Warm pleasure rippled through me and I groaned, my hand moving to hold her waist.

"Go faster," I whispered as she began moving, bouncing slowly on my cock. I groaned again and the muscles in my legs hardened as she moved up and down, pumping me with her slick pussy.

"Yes, yes," she said repeatedly, increasing her pace. My brain vibrated with pleasure and I held her waist tighter, guiding her movements. Moving forward slightly, I took one bare nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.

She shuddered on my dick and threw her head back, anchoring herself with her hands around my neck. As she bounced on me, I thrust upwards too, the tip of my cock slamming continuously against her vaginal walls. The lips of her pussy clenched around my length, pulling me deeper into her warmth.

"Yes. Faster, faster," she cried out, locking into rhythm. Her bare butt pressed onto my laps as she continued riding me and she pulled my head closer to her until my mouth crushed her breasts.

"Oh, God. Fuck," I growled as my cock slipped in and out of her. Heat gathered in my loins, moving up to my belly and spreading to other parts of my body. The muscles in my arms tensed and I held on to her tighter, as if afraid of drowning in pleasure.

Her pussy clenched and unclenched around me, sucking me up and spitting me out. Her moans were like music to my ears and the way her hands caressed my neck sent shivers down my spine. Pleasure continued to build inside me as she rode me mercilessly and I locked my hands around her lower back, holding onto her like my sanity depended on it.

It felt as if my whole body was on fire and the only thing that could put out the fire was out of reach. She continued riding me, her moans merging with my groans, both of us victims of fiery passion.

"I think I'm gonna cummmmm," she said amidst moans, her breath raspy.

"Not yet. Not until I permit it," I replied, thrusting against her harder. I took her nipples in my mouth again, nibbling them with my teeth. Then, just as I felt my own orgasm building inside me, I heard a sudden knock on the door.

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