บททั้งหมดของ Sinful Lust Stories: บทที่ 241 - บทที่ 250

 GENEVIEVE'S POV The doors boomed shut behind me. Every head in the throne hall turned. The warriors, elders, servants, and every pair of eyes was fixed on me. My chest rose and fell, sharp with panic, but there was nowhere to hide. Once the Lycan King summoned you, you could not refuse. It especially affected me because I was his mate. Two weeks ago, I was living my life in my small town, not far from him, until he carted me off to his palace.   I watched Lycan King Wolfe sit up on his black throne, as black as his heart, his golden eyes locked on me. He didn’t blink. He simply stared like a predator watching his prey stumble closer. My knees trembled as I was pushed forward by his guards, but his hungry gaze held me upright. “My mate.” His voice was a growl, a caress, and a command all at once. Everyone shifted in the large hall, watching me and then watchin

 BENEDICTA'S POV "You dare use such filthy words on the altar?!" He bellowed, and with one brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside me. "You deserve punishment for your sins!"  I cried out, clutching the altar for balance as he slammed down on me, filling me, stretching me with his cock. Each thrust rocked me against the wood. Water still streamed down my back from my soaked hair, mixing with sweat as he pounded into me. “Feel that?” he snarled, hips slamming against me. “Every stroke is cleansing you. Every inch of me purifying your wicked little cunt.” "Yes, sir Francis," I moaned. "Cleanse me. Oh yes,"  My moans filled the chamber. He grabbed the basin again, tipping it over me so cold water cascaded down my chest, dripping over my breasts as he drove deeper. “Yes…” he groaned, watching

 Bambi's pov  The guy in front of me groans, hips jerking. Oh, he would come soon. I swallow him down again, sucking greedily, making a show of it for the security guard. I gag, moan, and bob faster.  “Stop that, stand up right now!” the guard orders, trying to sound stern. But I can see it. The bulge straining at his belt, growing harder by the second. I hum around the cock in my mouth, eyes locked on the guard’s swelling crotch, sucking even filthier. I want him to hear how wet, how slutty I can be. My cheeks hollow, spit strings between my lips and his shaft, and then- “F-fuck!” the guy whimpers, shoving deep. His cock erupts in my throat, hot and messy, cum spilling out the sides of my mouth. I pull back, slurping every drop. “Mmm… yummy.” I drag my tongue across my lips just for the guard. “See? No

 Mary Ann had always been a doe-eyed beauty, but she wasn’t some shy little lamb; she was twenty-five, for goodness’ sake and knew exactly what she wanted. What she wanted was Georgie, the ranch’s stallion of a man. Her daddy would pass out if he ever found out, though. Mary Ann spied on him more often than she cared to admit, like when he worked shirtless in the fields, split logs, or after a long day. He was tall, huge, and tann; she just wanted to be in those arms.  That hot afternoon, though, she got a little reckless, slipping into the barn to watch him bathe after taking the horses for a ride. Georgie’s head lifted the moment he felt her eyes on him. His gaze snapped to where she stood half-hidden behind the stall.  “Mary Ann.” He snarled. “What in God’s name are you doin’ here?” She froze, caught, but her feet wouldn’t move.

 Molly was back.   Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked into the audition hall, and she grinned as everyone in the room watched her. She was a bombshell of a beauty, and she knew that.   The producers of the agency she was so determined to join also knew that because they kept making her 'audition' for specific roles. She had thought she had already proved to them that she wanted in this business just for the fun of it.   She loved cocks. She loved fucking. So she might as well be getting paid for doing the things she loved. A win-win situation, if you asked her.     The audition room this time had not just Dave and the filmmakers, but also a small crowd of men who already had that hungry look in their eyes.  Her eyes landed on the bench-like contraption in the centre of the room. It had a thick, black si