All Chapters of RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

DEREK I slammed the front door behind me, my cock already half-hard from the long drive home thinking about anything but the boring day I’d just endured. The house smelled like fresh bread and lavender — Rose’s signature scent. My sweet, saintly Rose. She was in the kitchen, humming a hymn from church as she stirred something on the stove. “Hi honey,” she said softly, turning to me with that gentle smile that always made me feel guilty for the filth running through my head. Rose was beautiful in that pure, untouched way — long brown hair usually pinned back modestly, soft curves hidden under a loose floral dress that reached her knees. Her tits were full and heavy, the kind that would look incredible bouncing hard if she’d just let me fuck her like I needed. But she never did.I walked up behind her, pressing my thickening bulge against her ass as I kissed her neck. “Missed you,” I murmured, letting my hands slide up to cup those soft breasts through her dress. She stiffened sli

The tension had become unbearable. Every night I lay awake next to Rose, my cock throbbing painfully as I replayed the way Stella’s tight pussy had clenched around my fingers in the car. Her reluctant moans, the way her thighs had trembled even as she whispered “no” over and over. I needed more. I needed to push her further, to break through that final wall of disapproval she kept clinging to like a shield.I planned it carefully. Rose had a church planning meeting that evening — one of those long ones where they discussed charity events and Bible study groups. She kissed my cheek sweetly before leaving, dressed in her modest navy dress that hid every curve I used to find endearing but now only frustrated me.“Be home by nine, honey,” I told her, forcing a smile. “I’ll be waiting.”As soon as her car pulled away, I texted Stella.**Derek:** Come to my house. Now. We need to finish what we started. Address is 142 Oakwood Lane. Don’t make me wait.Her reply came after ten long minutes

The silence in my office was deafening. Rose stood there in her modest yellow sundress, the chocolate cake smashed on the floor, her eyes locked on the obscene sight before her.My thick cock still buried deep inside Stella’s dripping pussy, cum leaking down my secretary’s thighs, Stella’s skirt bunched around her waist, her heavy tits spilling out of her open blouse.Stella panicked. She tried to push back off the desk, my cock sliding out of her with a wet pop, strings of my cum connecting us for a second before breaking. “Mrs. Reynolds… Rose… I’m so sorry,” she stammered, quickly pulling her skirt down, her face burning with shame. “This is all my fault. I tried to resist him, I swear. I told him it was wrong. I didn’t mean to—”Rose didn’t scream. She didn’t cry out or run away like I half-expected. Instead, she slowly closed the office door behind her, her hands trembling slightly as she locked it. Her cheeks were flushed deep pink, and her eyes kept darting between my still-ha

A few days had passed since the disastrous dinner, but the memory of Victor’s hand on her thigh, the sharp slap to her ass, and the dark promise in his eyes refused to fade. Emma had replayed the moment endlessly in her mind, during lectures, while pretending to study, and especially alone in her bed at night where her fingers had found their way between her legs more than once. The guilt was still there, sharp and constant, but it had twisted into something far more dangerous: a restless, aching need that left her irritable and distracted. She hadn’t heard from Victor directly, no texts, no calls. Just silence that felt heavier than any accusation.Tonight was her father’s company milestone event, a lavish celebration at the sleek downtown headquarters to mark twenty years of success. The building gleamed under evening lights, glass and steel reflecting the city skyline. Emma had dressed carefully in a fitted black cocktail dress that hugged her curves modestly enough for a famil

Emma lay sprawled across her father’s massive oak desk, chest heaving, her black cocktail dress bunched uselessly around her waist. Papers and awards were scattered beneath her sweat-slicked back. Her pussy throbbed openly, still clenching from the aftershocks of her latest squirting orgasm, creamy juices and Victor’s precum leaking down her ass crack onto the polished wood. The city lights twinkled mockingly through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a reminder that the company party continued far below, her father probably shaking hands and accepting congratulations while his daughter was getting ruined in his sacred space.Victor stood between her spread thighs, his massive cock still rock-hard and glistening with her arousal. The thick veined shaft bobbed heavily, angry red and intimidating even after the pounding he’d already given her. He hadn’t cum yet. His control was terrifying. He looked down at her with dark satisfaction, silver hair slightly disheveled, shirt unbuttoned to r