Emily's Burning Desire
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Chapter 13
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 13 - 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.
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Emily had always had feelings for Chris, and right now her heart was softening, though she still ignored him.
She looked away, avoiding his intense gaze, and propped herself up on the counter with her slender arms, struggling to stand. But the puddle of slick fluids under her feet made everything slippery, and her legs felt so weak that she ended up tumbling right into his arms.
The water on the stove had long since boiled away, filling the kitchen with thick steam mixed with the sweet, musky scent of her arousal.
In the hazy air, a fully dressed, muscular man held a stunning woman who wore only lingerie, her bare thighs streaked with semen. Her pale skin glowed with a faint pink flush from desire, and up close, her swollen, reddened folds remained slightly parted from the intense pounding, her soft pubic hair matted with wetness, the inner lips everted and glistening.
Chris glanced down at her body, and he hardened again almost instantly, his hot erection pressing firmly against her lower belly.
“Emily, do you ... like me?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.
She looked up at him, and for a split second, she felt the urge to slap him.
She had a crush on him, but that didn’t give him the right to sneak around and assault her while he had a girlfriend. Last time he burst into her room, he was drunk, so what was his excuse now? Had he gotten addicted after one good fuck, his brain ruled by lust? Did he think tossing out “I like you” would make her fall for it like a fool?
Yet her body had reveled in his rough thrusting, leaving her too ashamed to act proper or call him out.
Her lips trembled slightly before she finally said, “Kids talk about liking someone, adults ... stick to boundaries.”
It was a subtle way of pointing out how out of line he was.
With that, she pushed him away and tried to leave, but she lacked the strength, and he pulled her back into his broad embrace.
The night grew late, so Chris cleaned her limp body for her. Exhausted and weak, she didn’t bother protesting, letting him carry her to bed and tuck her in. She curled up under the covers and shut her eyes tight, unsure how to face what had happened.
She liked Chris, but this wasn’t what she wanted.
She refused to be the other woman or some toy for the man she cared about to grope whenever he pleased. What did he even see her as?
The next morning.
Slam!
Emily had overslept and forgot her usual habit of closing the door quietly. Whether she kept her perfect attendance record might come down to sprinting those last few seconds.
As if he’d anticipated it, Chris leaned against the doorframe, fully dressed, keys in hand, offering to drive her to work.
What should have been a rushed commute on public transport turned relaxed thanks to him. They chatted idly in the car, though her mind kept drifting to his sudden confession from the night before, tinting her words and expressions with a shy, vulnerable softness. Unbeknownst to her, it made his grip tighten on the steering wheel.
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