Emily's Burning Desire
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 47
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 47 - 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
Chris pulled Emily into his arms right away and guided her into the room, leaving behind a trail of envious sighs from the onlookers.
Once inside, on the hotel’s plush king-sized bed, he finally took her with raw intensity, satisfying his urges completely.
The memory of being watched during their earlier encounter left Emily tense and anxious, her body slick with sweat, which only made her grip him even tighter. Even though Chris tried to slow down a few times to hold back, he couldn’t resist and ended up filling her up quickly.
Emily had been on birth control for a long time, so there was no need for protection, and the feeling of releasing inside her brought him immense pleasure.
“Oh ... Chris ... no ... you’re flooding me with it...”
She whimpered softly, lying there with her legs spread, panting as thick white fluid leaked out, her seductive pose stirring his desire again. Before long, he was hard once more, pinning her down and thrusting into her from every angle, the rhythmic slapping turning her buttocks red.
His second round lasted much longer, leaving her voice hoarse from moaning until she could barely make a sound. Her arousal soaked the sheets where they joined, and only when her swollen folds went numb did they finally stop.
After a shower and some rest, Chris gently reassured her, saying it was no big deal since his friends were all open-minded and used to walking in on each other like that. No one would gossip.
He even pulled out a gift for her, a dress from a luxury brand picked with his straightforward taste: black with lace accents, high-necked to cover her collarbone and shoulders, and long enough to reach her ankles. It was surprisingly modest, hugging her curvaceous figure without revealing too much.
The size fit perfectly too, not squeezing her ample chest into something overly tight, which was a nice touch.
Gazing at her reflection, she looked elegant and poised, especially with the sapphire earrings and necklace he added. It gave her an air of refined wealth, boosting her fondness for him a bit.
Yet a nagging voice in her mind whispered like a little witch: accepting his gifts, staying in his place, sleeping with him, how was this any different from being kept or selling herself?
She pushed the thought aside for now. No, it wasn’t like that. She was his girlfriend, after all. He’d declared it in front of everyone, planned to introduce her to his friends, and hadn’t tried to control her freedom. She’d chosen him, and they were in a real relationship.
“Ready, babe? Let’s grab dinner,” he said, wrapping his arms around her from behind and kissing her hair.
Hand in hand, they headed to the elegantly decorated restaurant, where several lively tables of men and women were already gathered. Emily felt a wave of shyness and tugged at his sleeve, hesitant to enter. “Chris...”
“Don’t worry, like I said, no one’s going to bring up what happened this afternoon.”
He squeezed her hand and led her to their seats. She kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with the group, but as Chris introduced her one by one, she forced herself to look up, smile politely, and greet them. Then her gaze landed on the blond guy sitting across from her.
Yes, it was the same one she’d glimpsed during their intimate moment earlier, the one who looked strangely familiar.
His lips weren’t curved in a smile, but his eyes sparkled with amusement. He’d pushed his colorful sunglasses up into his hair, revealing a smooth, full forehead and an enviable hairline. He was turned slightly, chatting animatedly with the man next to him, his body language relaxed and full of confidence.
Gold earrings shaped like tiny weights dangled from his ears, and his long fingers, crossed on the table, sported flashy rings. It wasn’t just confidence; it bordered on flashy.
He wasn’t looking her way, but she knew exactly who he was. It really was that old acquaintance, and the realization made her tense up all over.
When Chris finally got to him, he leaned in and whispered, “That’s my distant cousin, Mason.”
She nodded quickly and looked away, dreading any eye contact.
The world felt so small. Mason was a friend of her first boyfriend.
They hadn’t crossed paths many times overall, but her ex seemed close to him, not just superficially but with a deep mutual respect, maybe tied to family business dealings. She wasn’t sure, since her ex rarely talked about his home life.
What stuck with her was the time her ex took her to a fancy birthday dinner, and Mason footed the hefty bill.
That same night, her ex had berated her harshly, calling her an embarrassing country bumpkin who couldn’t handle social scenes. He compared her to Mason’s date, praising how sophisticated and chatty the other woman was, while she either clammed up or said the wrong thing, lacking any social grace. She even messed up a toast, making him lose face.
So Mason left a strong impression, and whenever she saw him with his polished companions, it triggered a bit of psychological unease, making her want to hide.
Of course, another reason he stood out was her thing for looks; she was face-blind to average guys and only remembered the handsome ones.
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