All Chapters of Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

163 Chapters

Caught!

I bit down hard on the pillow to keep from screaming as Jake’s thick cock drove into me again, and again, stretching my dripping pussy wide open. The bed creaked under us like it was about to give out, but I didn’t care, not tonight, not when his hips were slamming against my ass so perfectly, balls-deep in his junior stepsister while our mom slept just down the hall. “Fuck, Lila,” Jake growled low in my ear, his voice rough and hungry on my ear. He had me on all fours, one hand fisted in my long dark hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks. “Your little cunt is sucking me in so greedy tonight. You love getting fucked by your big brother while Mom’s out cold on those pills, don’t you?” I nodded frantically, pushing back against him, my tits swinging with every brutal thrust. “Yes...oh god, yes, Jake harder fill me up.” .... We’d been doing this for months now; sneaking quick, filthy fucks whenever Karen and Mark were out of the house, stolen blowjobs in t

Daddy's Turn

Mark stood there in the near-dark, the faint glow from my nightlight catching the hard line of his jaw and the massive bulge straining the front of his gray sweatpants. He didn’t look shocked nor angry. He just looked… hungry. Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. He stepped all the way inside and eased the door shut behind him with a soft click. The room plunged back into shadows. Mom’s snoring drifted faintly through the walls. She's still asleep “Well?” Mark’s voice was low, rough, the same tone he used when he told Jake to take out the trash or me to clean my room. Calm 'n commanding “I said don’t stop on my account, son. Finish what you started. Fuck her.” Jake’s eyes widened. “Dad… this is fucked up-” “Shut up and move,” Mark growled, stepping closer until his knees brushed the edge of my bed. His eyes dropped to where Jake’s cock was stretching my shaved little pussy, watching the way my slick glistened on my stepbrother’s shaft. “Look at her. She’s

Gangbanged by Strengers

*A New Collection: After being in a four years relationship with Jake, Emily catches him and her bestfriend hooking up. Heartbroken - Leading her to get complicated with some nasty strengers in the bar ready to split her open if she asked for it.(This is a continuation from my last book - Unheard Pleasures) I turned the key in the lock and stepped inside, already half-smiling because the Thai takeout smelled so damn good and I couldn’t wait to kick off my shoes and hear Jake laugh about my shitty day at the café. The apartment was dim, just the blue flicker of the TV and… sounds. Wet, rhythmic, breathy sounds that didn’t belong here. My stomach dropped instantly I heard. A kind of sound that doesn't belong here. I walked up to follow in the direction of the sound There they were, on our couch; the one we spent three weekends arguing over at Ikea. Jake was leaning back, pants around his ankles, eyes half-closed. And Riley-*my* Riley, the girl who’d slept in my bed during ever

Gangbanged by Strangers: Recked

The hotel room door barely clicked shut before hands were all over me. Not gentle. Not careful. Hungry. Mike shoved me backward onto the nearest bed so hard my back bounced on the mattress. The lamp cast ugly yellow light across the room, but nobody cared about romance. My head was still spinning from the vodka and the walk from the car, but the ache between my legs was already building again — that desperate, angry need to be used until I couldn’t remember my own name. “Strip,” Derek growled, already yanking my tank top up and over my head. My bra followed a second later, ripped off with one rough tug that made my tits spill out. Tony grabbed my skirt and panties in one go, dragging them down my legs so fast I almost lost balance. I was naked in seconds, flushed and breathing hard. Carlos didn’t wait. He shoved my thighs apart with his massive hands and buried his face in my pussy like a starving man. I felt his beard tickling my thigh as his tongue licked all my early juices

The Wrong Send

*A New Collection I was sprawled across my bed in nothing but the thin silk robe I’d stolen from Mom’s closet, the fabric slipping off one shoulder as I read Tyler’s latest text for the third time. “Babe, I’m dying over here. Send me something filthy so I can stroke to it before I lose my mind.” My boyfriend had been stuck at a work conference all weekend, and the dirty back-and-forth we’d been having since lunch had me soaked. My parents were downstairs. Dad yelling at the game on TV, Mom laughing at whatever he was saying, but they never came upstairs without knocking. So I was safe. My heart was already hammering as I stood up and let the robe fall to the floor. I looked good tonight. Twenty years old, skin still flushed from the shower, my perky tits full and heavy, nipples tight from the cool air. I turned sideways in front of the full-length mirror on my closet door, arching my back so my ass popped, then spread my legs just enough to show how wet and shiny my shaved p

The Wrong Send 2

The message popped up. *Holy fuck, sweetheart. That’s one hell of a picture to send your Uncle Ray.* My stomach flipped so hard I actually gagged. I sat bolt upright on my bed, phone shaking in my hands, staring at the blue ticks like they were a death sentence. Uncle Ray. The man who’d taught me how to ride a bike when I was seven. The one Dad called “brother.” The silver-fox lawyer who always brought me birthday cards with twenty-dollar bills tucked inside and told my parents I was “the best kid on the planet.” And now he had a high-res photo of me spreading my soaked pussy wide open for the camera. I typed *I’m so sorry that was an accident, please, delete it* so fast my thumbs blurred. Before I could hit send, three little dots appeared. Then his reply: *Accident? Sure looked intentional to me. Your legs wide open and fingers in that pretty little cunt. Your dad know his baby girl sends shit like this?* I was panicking now, worried he was going to tell Dad, and I cou

The Wrong Send 3

The doorbell rang at exactly 7:58. Dad answered it with a booming laugh and the two of them did that stupid half-hug, back-slap thing they always did when ever they met. Ray looked exactly like he always did; tall, broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper hair perfectly styled, dress shirt sleeves rolled up like he’d just left the office. His eyes found me immediately over Dad’s shoulder. “Hey there, sweetheart,” he said, voice warm and normal, like he hadn’t just seen me finger myself. But the corner of his mouth twitched. “Looking good tonight.” I mumbled something and fled to the couch. The three of us ended up crammed on the big sectional: Dad on my left, Ray on my right. Mom had taken the recliner across the room. Dad tossed a blanket over our laps because “the AC’s too cold,” and I wanted to die. Ray’s thigh pressed right against mine under the fleece. The game kicked off and cheers exploded from the TV. And then, my phone buzzed on top my lap. Ray, two inches away: *P

The Wrong Send: Quicky Kitchen Sins😈(Finals)

The cheers from the TV were still echoing when Dad slumped back onto the couch, grinning like an idiot. “El, be a good girl and grab us a couple more beers from the fridge, yeah? And some of those wings Mom made earlier.” My legs were still shaky from the orgasm Uncle Ray had just forced out of me under the blanket and shorts soaked. I could feel my own cum slick between my thighs. I stood up fast. “Sure, Dad.” Before I could take two steps, Ray’s deep voice cut in, smooth as ever. “I’ll help her. These old knees need to stretch anyway.” He flashed Dad that perfect “best friend” smile and clapped him on the shoulder. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. “It’s fine, Uncle Ray. I can get it myself.” He stood up anyway, towering over me. “Nonsense, sweetheart. Two sets of hands are faster.” His eyes locked on mine, daring me to argue in front of my father. Dad laughed. “Let the man help, El. Don’t be stubborn.” I had no choice refusing would look weird 'n suspicious, so I j

Neighbor Next Door

*A New Collection I’d been watching Mrs. Williams for weeks. Every night I told myself it would be the last time -- every night I lied. My bedroom window looked straight into hers across the narrow side yard, and she never closed her curtains all the way. Tonight the lights in her room stayed on longer than usual, and tonight, something felt… different. I killed my own lights in my room, cracked the window, and waited like the pathetic pervert I was. She walked into her bedroom in that thin white silk robe she always wore after dinner. The fabric clung to her full, heavy tits and the soft curve of her belly. At thirty-nine, Mrs. Williams was built like a fucking goddess—wide hips, thick thighs, and an ass that made my mouth water every time she bent over in the yard. She stopped in front of her mirror, untied the robe, and let it slide down her shoulders. Holy fuck. The lights were bright. For the first time ever I saw everything without she turning off the lights.

Neighbor Next Door 2

“What’s the matter, honey?” I hear Mr. Williams’ sleepy voice from the window I was still sprawled on my bedroom floor, heart slamming against my ribs, cock still hard and leaking in my fist. My curtains were wide open and I was completely exposed. If she told him what she just saw--me jerking off like a desperate pervert I was, while she fingered herself, then he’d definitely call the cops in seconds. I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath. *Please. Please don’t say anything.* Her voice came back soft, a little shaky. “Nothing, baby. Just… a bad dream. No worries, go back to sleep.” I blinked in the dark, stunned. She lied. For me. Why? I heard her husband grunt something and roll over. A minute later his snoring started again. *Why the fuck did she do that?* I didn’t wait to find out, I crawled across the floor like a criminal, yanked my curtains shut, and collapsed into bed. My cock was still throbbing, begging for release, but the shame and panic were

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