All Chapters of Forbidden and Sinful desires: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 2: Finger fucking in classI walked into Professor Harlan’s lecture hall the next morning wearing my shortest skirt yet, my heart pounding with excitement. I had no panties underneath, it was just my smooth, bare skin that was already getting slick from the thrill of what I planned to do. After yesterday’s little show in Blake’s office, I knew I had his attention, and now I was going to push him further.I took my usual seat right at the front, center, directly in his line of sight. The moment I sat down, I parted my thighs just enough, letting my skirt ride up so my bare, glistening pussy was completely exposed to him. I kept my eyes on my notebook at first, pretending to be the perfect student, but I could feel his gaze burning into me the second he stepped behind the podium. Professor Harlan’s stormy gray eyes locked onto my spread legs. His jaw tightened visibly, and for a split second his Adam’s apple bobbed hard as he swallowed. He cleared his throat, trying to start th

Chapter 1: Bent over my boss deskAt twenty-five, I was his executive assistant, disposable if things went wrong; he was twenty-nine, the untouchable CEO. HR policies screamed termination, if a boss and employee have a thing. But his hand was already under my skirt, ripping my lace panties down my thighs."You've been a fucking tease," he snarled, his mouth crashing onto mine, our teeth clashing, and his tongue forcing deep into my mouth, devouring it. His stubble scraped my skin raw as he bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood, the copper tang mixing with his whiskey breath. I moaned into him, my nails raking down his shirt, popping buttons.He spun me roughly, slamming me chest-down over the desk, my breasts crushing against scattered reports, and my nipples hardening painfully against the glass. My skirt bunched at my waist; his palm landed across my as…it was sharp, burning slaps that echoed, reddening my ass cheek instantly. "This ass in those tight skirts, parading it for m

Chapter 2: Sex in the showerA few days after that intense night, it seemed like fate handed me the perfect excuse to see Mr Collins. The shower in the guest bathroom at Ria’s house had suddenly stopped working, and it was completely broken. Ria was out running errands for the afternoon, and Mr. Collins was the only one home. When I shyly asked if I could use the master bathroom shower, he gave me that warm, easy smile and nodded.“Of course, Maya. Go right ahead. Towels are in the linen closet.”My heart raced as I stepped into his private bathroom. The air still carried a faint trace of his cologne, which so woodsy and masculine. I stripped slowly, folding my clothes neatly on the counter, my nipples already hard from nervous excitement. Stepping under the hot spray, I let the water cascade over my body, but my mind was elsewhere.I couldn’t stop picturing him. Those strong hands, and that deep voice of his. The way his eyes sometimes lingered on me when he thought no one was looki

Chapter 1: On her knees 🫦💦The gym was quiet at 9:45 PM. Most of the lights had been dimmed. I had just finished wiping down the last squat rack when the front door opened.Isabella Voss walked in.She moved with the confidence of someone who knew every inch of this place belonged to her father. At twenty-two, she was breathtaking; she had long, wavy black hair tied in a high ponytail that swayed with each step, and a body that made my professional detachment crack the moment I saw her. She wore tight black leggings that hugged her round, firm ass and toned legs like a second skin, paired with a cropped white sports bra that barely contained her full, perky breasts. “Jax,” she said, her voice smooth and slightly husky as she dropped her gym bag near the mats. “Dad mentioned you’re the best trainer here. I need a private session. Tonight.”I tossed the towel over my shoulder, keeping my expression neutral even as my pulse quickened. Isabella Voss wasn’t just any client. She was

Chapter 3: Fucking in an open space Two nights later, the gym was supposed to be closed. The main lights were off, leaving only the dim emergency lighting and the blue glow from the mirrored walls. Isabella had texted me at 10 PM with a simple command:Isabella: Main floor. Now, don’t make me wait.I found her standing in the center of the massive training floor wearing nothing but a tiny black thong and an oversized hoodie that barely covered her ass. The moment I locked the door behind me, she dropped the hoodie to the floor, revealing her perfect naked body.“You kept me waiting,” she said, voice low and commanding. Her hazel eyes burned with authority. “On your knees, Coach.”This wasn’t the shy, teasing Isabella from our first session. She had grown bolder, hungrier and tonight she wanted control.I dropped to my knees on the padded floor. Isabella stepped forward, grabbed my hair, and pulled my face between her thighs. She was already soaked. I licked her eagerly, dragging my