Emily's Burning Desire
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 61
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 61 - 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
The forceful thrusts paired with sharp spanks overwhelmed her not just with unbearable stimulation, but also with a deep-seated panic bubbling up from within.
Violence terrified her.
Tracing it back, she carried psychological scars from her first boyfriend’s actions, ones she couldn’t erase no matter how hard she tried to forget.
She dreaded being called a slut or worse, yearning only to escape the man behind her and his relentless assault. Yet he grew more aggressive, showing no mercy even as she climaxed, pounding deep into her convulsing depths.
No matter how much she sobbed and begged, it only fueled his primal drive.
His stamina seemed endless, hammering away hundreds of times like a machine without pause, until suddenly he slowed and stopped altogether.
It wasn’t fatigue that halted him, though; a wave of the drug hit hard, turning his already heated, foggy mind into a swirling haze, his limbs growing unresponsive.
Emily, who’d been desperate to flee during the intensity, seized the moment to crawl away, her body slipping free as she gasped for air. Glancing back, she saw his massive frame sway and collapse onto the sofa.
What ... happened to him?
She stared blankly for a moment, her drug-addled brain still chaotic. The emptiness where he’d been left her aching, urging her to fill it with something hot and hard.
Like a drunk in a stupor, she crawled back, cradling his fallen head.
His buzz cut was so short and prickly it almost stung her palms. Her heart raced wildly as she studied his face: high brows, deep eyes. It looked like ... Major King.
Was this a dream? Getting assaulted by him in some fantasy.
A silly grin spread across her lips. If it was a dream, why not keep going? Sleeping with a stranger in her mind didn’t count as cheating, no guilt attached.
Her fingers traced his jawline, and under her touch, his eyes fluttered open, unfocused and staring into nothing. That cold, rigid look somehow made him even more alluring.
“I want you...” she whispered in his ear, giggling drunkenly.
“Thirsty ... mm...”
He barely managed a rasp from his dry lips, ignoring her completely, lost in a daze. Frustrated, she propped him up, yanking the laces from his boots to tie his hands behind his back.
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