All Chapters of RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Grace sat rigidly on Collins’ lap, the steady hum of the van’s tires against the highway filling the cramped back compartment. The unmistakable hardness of Collins’ cock pressed firmly against the soft underside of her ass, thick and throbbing through the thin fabric of his shorts and her panties. The heat radiating from it felt scalding, like a brand against her most intimate area.She tried to shift forward, lifting her weight slightly with her thighs, but the movement only dragged her pussy along the rigid length of his bulge. A sharp jolt of unwanted pleasure shot through her core, making her bite down hard on her lower lip. Her yellow sundress had bunched up around her hips from the awkward position, leaving only the thin cotton of her panties as a barrier. She could feel every inch of him — the thick shaft, the swollen head, the way it pulsed in time with his heartbeat.“Collins,” she whispered urgently, her voice barely louder than a breath. “You need to… control yourself.

The winding mountain road finally opened up after nearly three hours of driving, and Gale let out a soft sigh of relief as the luxury cabin came into view. Tall pines surrounded the impressive two-story log structure, smoke curling lazily from the stone chimney. The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting a golden glow over the wide wooden deck that wrapped around the front. A hot tub bubbled gently on one side, and large windows promised stunning forest views inside.“Wow,” Gale murmured, squeezing Dean’s hand on the gear shift. “This place looks even better than the pictures.”Dean grinned, steering the SUV into the gravel driveway. “Told you it’d be perfect. We need this, baby. Just us, no work emails, no distractions.” He parked and leaned over to kiss her softly, his hand lingering on her thigh. Gale smiled into the kiss. At 29, with her curvy figure, full C-cup breasts, and shoulder-length dark hair, she still felt the spark with her husband, but the last year

The sun had dipped behind the mountains, leaving the sky a deep indigo scattered with stars. Gale stood in front of the bedroom mirror, brushing out her dark hair after a quick shower. She chose a soft, low-cut emerald green sweater that hugged her full breasts and showed a generous amount of cleavage, paired with loose black lounge pants that felt comfortable but still flattering on her curvy hips and ass. No bra underneath, the cabin’s warmth and the building tension from the day made her feel bold.Dean came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the side of her neck. “You look incredible,” he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts through the sweater, gently squeezing. “Cole’s going to have a hard time keeping his eyes off you tonight.”Gale leaned back against him, feeling the growing hardness in his jeans. “You’re really okay with this? With… whatever might happen?”“More than okay,” Dean replied, voice thick. “I want to see you enjoying your

Cole continued thrusting deep into Gale, his thick cock stretching her with every powerful stroke. The wet, rhythmic *squelch-squelch-squelch* of his girth sliding in and out of her soaked pussy filled the bedroom. Gale’s moans were continuous, her full breasts bouncing as he fucked her steadily on her back.Dean lay beside them, kissing her neck and playing with her nipples, his own cock hard and leaking against her thigh. “You look so fucking good taking him, baby,” he whispered hotly. “Your pussy is creaming all over his cock.”Gale could only moan in response, her walls fluttering around Cole’s thickness.Cole groaned, burying himself deep one last time before slowly pulling out. His cock emerged glistening with her juices, thick veins pulsing. Gale whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her pussy clenching around nothing.Dean moved quickly. He shifted up the bed and gently guided her head toward his familiar cock. “Suck me, Gale. Clean my cock while you tell me how much you love

I was done playing subtle.For the past week I had been teasing Kade relentlessly. I wore tight blouses with the top three buttons undone, skirts so short they barely covered my ass when I bent over, “accidental” brushes of my tits against his arm when I leaned over his desk. I sent him flirty texts at night, things like *“Thinking about how hard you work… I bet you’re tense in all the right places”* and *“You looked so good in that shirt today. Wonder what you’d look like out of it.”*He always responded politely but firmly. *“Miss Harrington, I’m focused on my internship. Please keep things professional.”*It only made me wetter. His resistance was driving me insane.Tonight I was going all in.I chose my outfit carefully: a sheer white blouse that was almost see-through under the office lights, a tiny black skirt that rode up my thighs when I sat, and nothing underneath. No bra, no panties. My full breasts moved freely, nipples already stiff and visible through the fabric. My pu