All Chapters of American Heatwave: A Steamy Hot Collection: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

💦ZARA’S POV💦“Fuck you, Derrick. You think you can just push that contract down my throat and I’ll swallow it?”I slammed my hands on the big table, leaning forward so my blouse stretched tight across my tits. The clock on the wall showed 11:47 PM. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. Just him and me in this glass-walled boardroom overlooking New York City.Derrick Vance sat back in his leather chair like he owned the damn world. Which he did. Thirty-four, sharp jaw, expensive suit that probably cost more than my rent for a year. His dark eyes locked on mine.“Careful, Zara,” he said, voice low and rough. “You keep talking like that and I might take it as an invitation.”I laughed right in his face. “Invitation? Please. You’ve been staring at my ass since the first meeting. This merger isn’t happening unless you give me better terms. Seven percent equity or I walk away.”He stood up slowly. My heart beat hard against my ribs as he walked around the table. He was tall and had a bro

💦Poolside Filthy Temptation💦“Felix, what the hell are you doing in my backyard at midnight?”I stood on the edge of the pool in nothing but a thin white tank top and panties, heart pounding as the tall, muscular Latino trainer from next door stepped out of the shadows. The power had gone out across the whole neighborhood twenty minutes ago, leaving everything pitch black except for the moonlight on the water.Felix Rivera flashed that cocky smile, shirt already off, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. “Your husband’s away again, Vanessa. Saw you out here alone, so I figured you might want some company… and I couldn’t sleep with all this heat.”I crossed my arms over my chest, but my nipples were already hard and poking against the thin fabric. “Company? Or are you trying to fuck the bored housewife next door?”He laughed low and stepped closer, eyes roaming over my body without shame. “Straight to the point tonight, huh? Good. Because I’ve been watching you for months, Mr

💦Husband on the phone, Neighbor deep inside💦Felix pushed his thick cock back into my cum-filled pussy from behind while I stood there naked, phone pressed to my ear. I had to grip the back of the lounge chair to stay steady.“Babe? You still there?” my husband asked.“Yeah… I’m here,” I replied, trying to sound normal even as Felix started slow, deep strokes. His hands gripped my hips tight. Every thrust made my tits swing and pushed fresh cum out of me.“You sound weird. Is the power really back? The security app shows the cameras are online again.”Felix heard that and smirked. He thrust harder, making me stumble forward a little. I had to bite my lip so hard I almost injured myself.“Cameras are… working fine,” I said, voice shaky. “Everything looks normal from here.”Felix leaned in and whispered hot against my ear, “Tell him how wet you are right now. Tell him your neighbor’s dick is stretching his wife’s pussy.”I covered the phone quickly. “You’re such an asshole,” I hissed

💦Owner Coming, Pussy Full💦“So what are you gonna do, big guy?” I asked, licking the swollen head of Marcus’s cock while stroking the thick shaft. “Answer the phone while I swallow every drop… or bend me over again before he gets here and fuck me even harder?”Marcus’s jaw clenched. The phone kept ringing. He looked torn between common sense and pure lust.“Fuck it,” he growled.He grabbed me by the hair, pulled me up, and spun me around so fast my head spun. He bent me over the weight bench again, kicked my legs wider, and slammed his massive cock back into my dripping pussy in one wicked thrust.“Shit!” I cried out, gripping the bench as he stretched me wide open again.Marcus started pounding me hard from behind, his heavy balls slapping against my clit with every stroke.“You’re such a dirty fucking tease, Elena. You want the owner to walk in and see you getting fucked like a slut?”The thought alone made my pussy clench hard around him. “Yes… maybe. Keep fucking me.

💦Mile High Filthy Stranger💦“Excuse me… is this seat taken?”I looked up from my phone and nearly forgot how to breathe. The man standing in the aisle was tall and muscular, with a cocky Latino charm that screamed trouble. Felix. At least that’s what his boarding pass said when he showed it to the flight attendant.“No,” I replied, my voice coming out breathier than I intended. “It’s yours.”The red-eye flight from Chicago to New York was half empty, yet he chose the seat right next to me in business class. I was already stressed from a long week of fashion buying meetings, wearing a tight black pencil skirt and silk blouse that showed just enough cleavage.Felix settled in, his broad shoulder brushing mine. “Long day?” he asked, flashing a dangerous smile.“You have no idea.” I crossed my legs, trying to ignore the sudden heat between them. “I just want to get home and sleep.”He leaned closer, voice low. “You look like you need more than sleep, beautiful.”I turned to