Emily's Burning Desire
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 11
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11 - In the sultry shadows of desire, innocent Emily lusts after her roommate's hunky boyfriend, igniting a wildfire of forbidden passion. One drunken night unleashes a torrent of ecstasy as she's ravished by his massive cock, but it's only the beginning.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Slut Wife MaleDom Rough Spanking PonyGirl Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Emily woke up with a start, struggling to her feet as she shoved Chris away, quickly wrapping a towel around herself before fleeing back to her bedroom like her life depended on it.
Her stomach growled loudly in the dead of night, keeping her tossing and turning from hunger. After such an intense day of passion, she hadn’t managed to eat anything substantial.
After mulling it over, she couldn’t ignore the emptiness any longer, so she got up, opened her door, and headed out to boil some noodles.
She peeked cautiously through the crack in Zoe’s door, seeing no light inside, which suggested Chris was probably sound asleep. Without even changing out of her nightgown, she made her way to the kitchen.
Tying on a pink apron with thin straps, she gathered her hair back with a slim rubber band and started heating up the water.
Chris hadn’t been asleep at all. After Emily left, he had taken care of himself once with his hand, but lying back down, he couldn’t stop thinking about her tight, slick folds, so wet they made everything feel incredibly satisfying. He got hard again, and the moment he heard movement next door, his eyes snapped open.
From the kitchen doorway, Chris scanned her under the light, taking in her graceful white neck like a swan’s, and the even rounder curve of her ass that he remembered from pounding her in that white sundress the day before.
The man swallowed hard, his throat working as the swelling below urged him on. With that in mind, he slipped quietly behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“Ah! Who is it?”
Her question only fueled his arousal, mixed with a bit of irritation. He had just fucked her senseless with his massive cock last night, and now she didn’t even recognize him?
Thinking this, he slid his hand under the apron from her waist, groping her large breasts firmly through the silky nightgown.
“Mmm ... what are you doing? Get off me! I’ll scream for help!”
He didn’t respond, keeping one hand teasing her breasts while the other moved to the hem of her gown, lifting it upward to slip inside her panties. He toyed with the sensitive nub between her lips, occasionally circling her soft pubic hair lightly with his fingers.
Even with such gentle prodding, her swollen entrance responded sensitively, leaking arousal as her nipples hardened under his touch, mirroring the stiff little button below.
At some point, he had pushed his pants down to his thighs, his veiny purple-red shaft pressing against her plump, firm ass.
“No, don’t!”
Her face paled as she shook her head, trying to wriggle away, but the movement only let his thick length slide between her thighs.
The fabric of her nightgown rubbed harshly against her erect clit from the thrust, making her core clench and gush a flood of slick.
As soon as his cock entered between her legs through the silk, he felt the wetness. He rocked shallowly there, lowering his head to suck and kiss her pale neck while his hands tugged her rosy nipples in every direction.
“You ... mmm ... you can’t!”
Out of the corner of his eye, Chris spotted a dainty pair of scissors on the marble countertop nearby. His eyes lit up as he reached for them.
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