Dark cravings; A collection of short, steamy stories

, Anne?" he had asked the umpteenth ti

, Ri

ng to find out

like nothing happened." I'm sure he could see the plea in my eyes. Plea for a pot

new he knew how authentic it was. I ne

g my face upwards to meet his. Rick would pass for a basketball player or maybe a model if engineering wasn't s

nto a hot pot of chocolate oil. His brown was shining. He wasn't a dedicated member of th

lready lowered my head; my height ended on

ly shaking the found

te on my head. It felt good. It felt real. I couldn't fathom which I was falling for already, the strong fragran

ontinued. I looked up to meet his face once

owly pulled away from the self-induced grip. Slowly, I raised my heels off the ground, balancing on my forefeet, giving me an increased height as I made for his lips. He didn't resist, as he recipro

as slowly as our lips journeyed through each other's mo

hurt his only brother's wife was gone. He had ignited the zeal in me, the urge, the passion, the hunger, the thirst to have him all to myself, and I l

more intense, better, and with many

which I never knew he was, he had unhooked the breast house, making my pawpaw-shaped breast fall

the two rounded pounds of flesh, which in a couple of seconds would be his to do whatever it pleases him to do with. Hi

o more. I then took a step backward, his palms still on my boobs, my

asure I was getting from h

milking it like it was his right to. I had already stopped breastfeeding my girl. She was with the nanny a

he wasn't going to tell, I would defini

rn to do this. To suck the liv

eyes shut as he led me to his bed. I was very much oblivious of what was happening or what was to happen, but I loved the feeling. The feeling of being d

my husband's

s of my environment. I felt his hold on me; I inhaled deeply and opened my eyes to

in a soothing way. I liked it when my mate was do

ades of being g

Rick," I pleaded with my e

ck me, ste

ajesty." We both giggled, and th

from my hair to licking my ears, muttering some incomprehensible gibberish into it, which in turn made me s

stures, but Rick was my type of ma

soft moan, the third in a minute. The caressing gave way for his tongue to do the rest, and while on it, his fingers fou

tion. It wasn't giving him what he wanted; he slid them out, giving me my juice to lic

y mouth. Gagging me to lick all, which I did. He then he

body with two fingers, maintaining a consistent motion back and forth, like a piercing or probing action that

ut so profusely, and when I finally opened my eyes after he h

of his master, I obeyed. Save for my bra, the gown I wore, which was skimpy, was raised up earlier for easy access to my pussy, and now, I had to remove it from my body, throwing it

wac

ack!

his dick on my ass like one knocking at the door, awaiting a response before he goes in, but I

in, slowly but in a locomotive motion. He then placed a pillow under my stomach to support my positioning, he

goodness he had a soundproof door; his neighbor might come knocking,

landed on it. He had pinned me to the bed, my ass right in

dtrack. The penetration was rapid, fierce and int

Cummingg

right raised up to rest on his shoulder, while he on his end had an easier access to my pussy. I was

is fingers and fingered me so hard, ruthlessly massaging my clitoris. This made me want to ju

d of the bedsheets. He sat down smiling at

u feel