SINFUL DESIRES (COLLECTION OF SPICY S*X STORIES)

The buzz between Edna's thighs built higher and higher, heat curling tight in her belly. She was seconds from release when the door banged open. Her heart jumped. In a panic, she shut the vibrator off and sat up fast. Thank God for the oversized T-shirt clinging to her damp skin because how would she ever explain this to her mother? "Edna, darling, I'm leaving for my trip now. I hope you'll be fine for these few days I'll be off." Edna rolled her eyes. "Mum, I'm not a kid. I'll be fine." Her mother gave her a lingering, worried look before adding, "Your stepfather will drop me off at the airport and come back. Take care of yourself, sweetheart." "Bye." She forced a smile, but the second his name slipped into the air, a shiver ran down her spine. Days alone with him… the thought dragged her right back to what she'd been doing under the covers. The moment the front door clicked shut, she threw off the blanket and turned the vibr***r back on. Her mind betrayed her, flashing to her stepfather as she pressed the buzzing toy against her swollen p***y. His body, his c**k, the memory of the glimpse she had stolen days ago when she'd walked in on him by accident. "Oh, f**k…" she moaned, biting her lip as she imagined him pushing deeper into her mouth. The vibrations against her p***y became unbearable until her climax ripped through her, hard and fast. "F**k…," she gasped, her body arching as wave after wave crashed over her. Her thighs shook, her chest rose and fell in sharp bursts, but even as her high faded, the ache lingered. If anything, she wanted more. Forcing herself to stop before she reached for the toy again, Edna stumbled into the bathroom for a quick release of her bladder, then returned to her room. She slipped into the tiniest bikini she owned, the thin fabric clinging to her sweat-slicked skin, and grabbed her iPad and a bottle of water before heading to the pool. Maybe the cool air would help settle her nerves. The outside breeze soothed her flushed body, but the heat between her thighs didn’t ease. She stretched across a lounge chair, pretending to focus on the movie she'd started days ago, hoping to distract herself. It worked until footsteps broke the quiet behind her. Turning, she saw her stepfather. His eyes dragged over her body slowly, hungrily, lingering on every curve the bikini barely managed to cover. The tent in his pants betrayed exactly what was running through his mind. Edna's pulse skipped. She bit back a smile, already knowing she wouldn't have to deal with this ache on her own. He stepped closer, jaw tight, like it was taking every ounce of control not to grab her then and there. "You should wear something more appropriate," he muttered, voice rough. "I have a friend coming over soon." Edna sat up, letting him take in the full view of her breasts straining against the bikini top. "Do you want me to change, d*ddy?" she asked softly, teasing, closing the distance between them. His gaze darkened. "Don't be a br*t. Go get changed." "What happens if I decide to be a brat, d*ddy?" His jaw ticked, tone rougher now. "Then you'll get punished. Stop pushing me and go inside before I punish that mouth of yours." Her lips curled into a slow smile. "What if I want you to punish me?" That was all it took. He shoved her down to her knees, rough and impatient, yanking his zipper down. His c**k sprang free, thick and heavy, veins bulging along the shaft. The flushed tip looked dangerously close to erupting. She licked her lips, hungry for it, but he didn’t wait. His fist twisted in her hair as he pressed the swollen length to her mouth. The moment her lips parted, he shoved it deep, not caring if she could take it. His hand tangled in her hair while the other clamped hard under her jaw, holding her still. He thr*st forward roughly, using her mouth like it belonged to him. Each stroke made spit drip down her chin, thick veins brushing her tongue and the roof of her mouth. A low groan rumbled from his chest as he drove deeper, his tip hitting the back of her throat again and again until her eyes watered. Her hand pressed weakly against his thigh, trying to steal a second to breathe, but he didn’t relent. His grip on her hair tightened, dragging her back down like she was nothing but a toy for him to use. Heat coiled inside her, her p***y throbbing with need until wetness soaked through her p*nties. Desperate, her free hand slipped between her thighs, fingers circling her swollen cl*t as spit and tears streaked her face from his relentless pace. "F**k," he groaned, hips snapping harder. "Your mouth feels incredible… even if you’re a brat." She moaned around him as much as she could with her mouth stretched wide. When he finally pulled out, strings of spit clung from her lips to his sh*ft, and she gasped for air, thighs clenching as more slick heat dripped down between her legs. Her eyes locked on the way her saliva coated him, sliding down his length in messy trails that only made her wetter. He gripped his c**k in one hand and her jaw in the other, tilting her face up so she couldn’t look anywhere but at him. Then he smacked her lips with the weight of his c**k, again and again, until she whimpered from the sting and the ache of needing him back inside. "Don’t think I’m done with that mouth of yours until I fill it with my c*m," he growled, tapping her lips with his tip once more. "Now open up and take it like the brat you are."