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Lust: Erotic Collection

Some desires can't be tamed. They demand to be felt. This collection of steamy stories explores love, lust, and everything in between. Each story takes you into a world of passion, temptation, and forbidden pleasure. From dangerous affairs to slow-burning attraction, these stories will make your heart race and leave you wanting more. If you like romance with a dark, daring edge-this book is for you. ⸻ Age & Trigger Warnings: 18+ ONLY. This book contains strong sexual content, mature themes, and adult language. Trigger Warnings: includes explicit scenes, power play, emotional tension, and some dark or intense situations. Reader discretion is advised.
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Chapter 6

Her hand lingered on my chest, and I didn't move. Couldn't. Then, with a suddenness that stole my breath, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine.

It wasn't a tentative kiss. It was hungry, certain. Her mouth moved against mine with a heat that erased the last trace of hesitation.

I caught her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the curve of her body press against me. She let out a soft sound, half sigh, half moan, that drove me deeper into her kiss.

John snored loudly from the couch, but he might as well have been a world away. In that moment, there was only her lips, her body, her heat against mine.

Her kiss deepened, urgent, her tongue sliding against mine as her fingers curled into my shirt, tugging me closer still. I groaned into her mouth, my hands gripping her hips, feeling the firmness of her body press into mine.

She broke the kiss only to trail her lips along my jaw, her breath hot against my skin. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," she whispered, her words vibrating against my throat.

I tilted her chin back to claim her mouth again, this time harder, hungrier. She met me with equal fire, her nails scraping lightly across my chest as she pressed herself fully against me, grinding slow, deliberate.

The room spun with heat and adrenaline, the weight of what we were doing only adding fuel to the fire. John lay passed out just feet away, yet every kiss, every touch made it harder to stop.

Her lips parted against mine, and she whispered, breathless, "Don't stop."

My hands roamed her body, tracing every curve as though I had been starving for the feel of her. She arched into my touch, her lips crashing back to mine with reckless hunger. Just feet away, her husband lay sprawled across the couch, snoring heavily, utterly oblivious to the storm unraveling beside him.

The danger of it only made her cling tighter, made my grip on her body bolder. Every gasp, every shiver, felt like a secret crime we couldn't stop committing.

Then she stopped me and said, 

"I WANT YOU TO TAKE ME RIGHT HERE, TOM,

ON THIS TABLE, WITH MY HUSBAND IN THE ROOM"

Eva slipped away from my arms and moved to the table, her hips swaying with deliberate grace. Without a word, she reached for the straps of her gown and, with a slow, fluid motion, let it slide down her body. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but the dim light and the fire of her own confidence.

She turned, eyes locked on me, lips curved in a daring smile. 

"Still want to help me clean up, Tom?" she teased, her voice low, sultry.

My breath caught, my body already moving toward her, every ounce of restraint burning away.

I closed the distance in two strides, grabbing her firmly by the waist. With a swift motion, I spun her around and brought my hand down hard on her ass. The sharp smack echoed in the room, and she let out a deep, throaty moan that sent a shiver through me.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the table for balance, her back arching as if she wanted more. I pressed in close, my palm landing again, the sound and sensation mixing with her breathless whimpers.

"God, Tom..." she gasped, turning her head just enough for me to catch the wild hunger in her eyes.

"For an eighteen year old, you know too much,

Now stop playing and fuck me"

I had every intention to oblige her. My hands moved fast, unzipping my fly as the heat between us surged past the point of no return. She glanced over her shoulder, her lips parted, eyes blazing with anticipation as she pressed her hips back toward me.

The sight of her bent forward, bare skin glowing under the dim light, her moans still trembling in the air made my breath hitch. My grip tightened on her waist, and I leaned in close, my voice low and rough in her ear.

"You want this," I growled.

Her answer came in a desperate, breathless whisper. "Yes... don't make me wait."

I pulled my dick free as my trousers fell around my ankles, the fabric pooling at my feet. The air was thick, electric, every nerve in my body alive with hunger. I couldn't explain it whether it was her, the danger, or the thrill of her husband snoring just feet away but I felt possessed, consumed by something I couldn't fight.

Eva arched against the table, glancing back at me with a look that dared me to claim her. Her breath came fast, her lips parted, a moan already trembling on the edge.

Nothing else mattered not the house, not the risk, not the man passed out beside us. Only her body, waiting, needing, and my need to take her.

The moment I pressed against her, I realized just how ready she already was for me. She glanced back, eyes wild, breath ragged, her voice breaking into a plea.

soon as my dick touched her cunt, it was covered in her wetness,

She was leaking already, 

"Put it in my cunt,

I can take it"

I stabbed her cunt with my 8' inch sword as we both moaned in unison,

"Don't hold back," she whispered. "I can take it."

Her words shattered the last of my restraint. With a surge of heat and hunger, I gave in, and we moved together in desperate unison, our voices rising, filling the room.

"Oh yessssss Tom",

She moaned as I sawed in and out slowly,

I kissed her neck,

Then I grabbed her tits,

Mmmmmmhmmm

I grunted as she melted into my arms and creamed on my stick,

I fucked her faster, 

She was howling like a wolf, She cared less about her husband discovering the act, 

I was gone beyond reason now as I pounded her from behind,

My balls slapping back loudly as we moaning together, eyes closed.

I lost myself in the rhythm, each movement fiercer than the last, the world narrowing to nothing but her gasps and the heat between us. The danger, the thrill, it all blended into one intoxicating rush.

Then suddenly the sound of movement from the couch.

I froze, breath ragged, every muscle tense. John stirred, shifting slightly, a groan slipping past his lips as though he might wake. The room seemed to stop breathing with me, every second stretching thin with the risk of discovery.

"Come on honey,

Don't stop,

Don't worry about John just give it to me please"

I needed no further encouragement as I went back to slamming her,

Then I heard a movement behind me again,

JOHN WAS AWAKE NOW, HE WAS LOOKING RIGHT AT US BUT HE WAS SMILING!

"Sorry I started without you honey, I was so hot, I had to have him now"

Then John spoke for the first time,

"It's okay, honey" John said without acknowledging me then he stood up, I froze in place and watched as his pants dropped to the floor then he walked towards us, Eva grabbed his massive tool and sucked into her mouth, he acknowledged me for the first as he said, "comeon boy, give it to this slut"

I grabbed Eva's waist and started fucking her really hard as her husband held her head in place and fucked her face, while he called her all sorts of demeaning names, once he slapped her across the face and spit into her mouth then he put his tool back into her mouth and encouraged me to give it to the 'slut', I didn't know my new neighbours were into this kind of kink but I didn't care, I gave it to Eva while her husband watched,

"Urg urgggg"

Then she pulled his schlong out of her mouth to say,

"I'm gonna cum honey, spank that ass hard,

Yessssss

Fuck me"

Then she put his schlong back in her mouth, her vaginal walls were contracting as she creamed on my dick, 

Oh shit, she was cumming on my dick,

Eva's orgasms didn't deter her attention to her husband, she was slurping and slobbering on his tool, then John announced, 

"I'm going to cum,

I want to paint your face"

He pulled out fast enough for the first spurt to hit her lips, then her eyes, he aimed at her mouth and filled it up,

I couldn't take it anymore, watching the couple,

I started cumming, 

"I'm gonna cum

I'm gonna cum,

Oh John, I'm cumming in your wife"

My legs trembled as I gripped John's wife waist and filled her up with my young potent seed.

After we were all done, John patted my left shoulder and said,

"Don't worry, next time, you don't have to sneak around, you can come on over and have her anytime you want", while he said that his wife sat on the couch he was sleeping on and scooped my sperm off her cunt and sucked it into her mouth as I stared in surprise then she proceeded to collect more from her face,

"Tom, you have to be on the way before that sexy mother of yours comes looking", John added as he walked me out the door.

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