Forbidden Desires (short erotical stories)

I smoothed down my dress as we descended the stairs, the fabric clinging to my sweat dampened skin.

The party's thumping music and laughter filtered up from below, a stark contrast to the heavy silence between us. Jade's hand brushed my lower back, a possessive touch that sent fresh shivers through me.

My thighs ached from his rough thrusts, my pussy still throbbing with the echo of his cock stretching me wide just minutes ago.

Back in the crowded living room, Catherine spotted me immediately, her eyes narrowing as she handed me a fresh drink.

"Where'd you disappear to, Gabby? You look... flushed." I forced a laugh, sipping the cool liquid to steady myself. "Just needed some air. This party's intense."

She bought it, pulling me into a dance, but my gaze kept drifting to Jade across the room. He lounged against the bar, chatting with guests, his eyes locking onto mine with a predatory glint that made my core clench.

The night blurred on more drinks, grinding bodies on the makeshift dance floor, Catherine's arm slung around my shoulders as she ranted about her latest crush and how they were flowing.

But every brush of fabric against my sensitive nipples, every sway of my hips, reminded me of him of how he'd pinned me to the bed, his thick shaft pounding into me relentlessly, grunting as he filled me with his hot cum. I squeezed my legs together, the slickness between them growing anew.

Hours ticked by, the crowd thinning as people stumbled out or crashed on couches. Catherine finally yawned, declaring it bedtime.

"You crashing here, right?" she asked, already tipsy and oblivious. I nodded, my heart hammering. "Yeah, as promised wouldn't miss it." She hugged me goodnight and vanished upstairs, leaving me alone in the dimming lights.

That's when I slipped away, weaving through the remnants of the party toward the kitchen where I'd last seen him.

The door creaked open, and there he was Jade, pouring himself a nightcap, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hard planes of his chest. He turned, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Knew you'd come."

Before I could speak, he crossed the room in two strides, backing me against the counter. His mouth crashed onto mine, tongue invading with the taste of whiskey and dominance.

I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting his shirt as he ground his hardening cock against my belly. "Been thinking about this all night," he growled, nipping my earlobe. "About bending you over and fucking you senseless again."

He spun me around, hiking up my dress with urgent hands. Cool air hit my bare ass I hadn't bothered with panties after the bedroom romp and his palm cracked against one cheek, the sting making me gasp.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, and I obeyed, arching back as his fingers delved between my thighs. He found me soaked, circling my clit before plunging two digits deep into my dripping pussy.

"So ready for me. You want my cock, don't you? Want me to rail this tight little hole until you scream."

"Yes," I whimpered, pushing back onto his hand. He chuckled darkly, withdrawing to free his throbbing length. The head nudged my entrance, teasing, before he slammed home in one brutal thrust.

I cried out, gripping the counter as he set a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against my ass with wet, obscene slaps. Each drive stretched me, his girth hitting that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

Jade's hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back so he could claim my mouth again, swallowing my moans.

His other arm banded around my waist, fingers pinching my nipple through the thin fabric.

"That's it, take it all. Your pussy's gripping me like a vice milking my dick for every drop."Sweat slicked our bodies, the kitchen filling with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, my juices coating his balls as they smacked against me.

He shifted, angling deeper, and I shattered orgasm ripping through me like fire, walls convulsing around his pistoning cock.

He didn't stop, fucking me through it, his breaths ragged. "Fuck, Gabriella, you're gonna make me cum." With a final, savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, flooding my pussy with thick ropes of semen.

We slumped together, panting, his forehead pressed to my shoulder.

After a moment, he pulled out, watching his seed trickle down my thighs with a satisfied smirk. "Go clean up," he murmured, tucking himself away.

"But remember this party's just getting started." My legs trembled as I straightened, the promise in his eyes igniting a dangerous hunger.