Emily's Burning Desire
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 44
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 44 - 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
“I wanna snuggle and sleep with sis.”
Theo seemed deaf to her plea, yawning again. Still buried inside, he leaned forward to hug Emily, his long arms locking her into his broad chest, pinning her down.
“You’re heavy, don’t crush me, I can’t breathe.”
Theo shifted to the side for her comfort, his big hand sliding down her back to hold her close. He shut his eyes, breathing evening out.
“Theo? Theo, are you asleep?”
The bastard, falling asleep mid-fuck, from thrusting to snoozing in seconds.
Emily listened quietly to his breaths, enveloped in his warm body heat and the searing rod still deep in her folds. For a moment, beyond the unsatisfied itch, it felt utterly blissful.
Theo’s faint shower gel scent mixed with sweet booze was intoxicating.
Being held by a strong male felt this wonderful, flooding Emily with a profound sense of loved security: solid, dependable, loyal, affectionate, a swirl of emotions bubbling up inside.
She half-closed her eyes, entranced, inhaling his aroma deeply, then lowered her head to kiss his solid pecs.
One kiss wasn’t enough; she licked and kissed his left chest, reaching his nipple, her tongue teasing the pebble-hard bud, savoring its shape, with his heartbeat thrumming under her lips.
Ah, she wanted to stay in his arms forever.
Freeze life’s brevity in this warmest, most perfect spot in the universe, this minute, this second.
The dreamy fantasy lingered in Emily’s mind for several seconds.
In that instant, she loved him, truly did.
Then she snapped back, forcing rationality to return.
Lifting her head in the dark, she found his soft lips and kissed them gently, petals brushing, breaths mingling, humid air laced with alcohol filling her lungs.
Kiss over, Emily eased up and away from him, no farewell, dressing quietly piece by piece, her mind plotting where to find Chris after leaving the hotel.
Sorry, Theo, sis can’t like you.
Dew on wild onions dries so easily.
Just a fleeting dew-like affair; come morning sun, it evaporates from the grass blades, gone without trace. Think positively, maybe it turns into clouds in the sky.
...
As the sun rose, Emily and Chris boarded an international flight, leaving the ground far below, cruising in the stratosphere.
Chris mentioned a friend who co-owned a resort hotel on some paradise island: sun, beaches, turquoise seas, the perfect spot to recharge. He’d take her there to lay low, unwind, or call it a honeymoon.
This was exactly the life Emily secretly yearned for but never dared hope.
Her family’s financial mess was sorted for now, no ties holding her back. She ditched her old phone number, logged out of her usual chat accounts, made a new one adding only key family, friends, and Chris.
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