Emily's Burning Desire
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Chapter 73
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 73 - 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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“Mr. King ... please, save me...”
The air thickened instantly, Emily and Tyler frozen in their compromising tangle, waiting for Travis’s response.
He stayed silent for a few beats before his voice cut sharp and cold. “Public indecency, ruining the vibe. You gonna make me call security?”
His glare fixed on Tyler.
Tyler caught the vibe right away: this guy wasn’t ordinary, and this wasn’t his turf. No point clashing with someone even bulkier.
Casually, he withdrew his thick length from her, tucking it away before yanking Emily’s arm to drag her off, figuring they’d relocate for the feast and reckoning he’d craved so long.
“Hold it. Leave her.” Travis’s command boomed from behind, resonant and unyielding.
Tyler halted, turning with a frosty stare and arched brow. “And you are?”
Two seconds of quiet, then Travis shot back coolly. “She has a boyfriend.”
The reply hung ambiguous; Emily wondered if he’d tossed it in to let Tyler assume he was the one.
Tyler’s eyes narrowed, grip tightening on her wrist as his mind raced through options.
Before he could settle, she wrenched free and darted behind Travis, clutching his coat tail, her voice soft and pleading. “General King, help me ... he’ll kill me...”
Tyler’s gut twisted, his sharp eyes spotting figures on the path behind Travis, likely escorts. Snatching her now would be a hassle.
Pragmatic by nature, he wasn’t one for rash fights. Fine, he’d found her; he’d haul her home eventually and settle scores then.
Despite the ache in his pants, he didn’t let lust call the shots, swallowing his rage at watching her slip away. He’d dig into this “General King” later.
As Tyler vanished into the distance, Emily exhaled in shaky relief.
Travis spun abruptly, shaking off her hold, forcing his gaze from her bare chest. “Looked like you were having a blast cheating on your boyfriend.”
“No! It’s not like that! He raped me!” She rushed to explain, tears pooling in her wide eyes. “He’s my old boss ... he used to ... force himself on me at work, and now he’s tracked me here ... I’m terrified ... I don’t know how to fight back...”
Her tear-streaked face softened his edge just a touch, but he looked away stiffly. “Put your clothes on and go.”
He turned to leave, but she grabbed his arm.
“General King...” She tilted her face up, eyes brimming with vulnerability. “Please help ... Tyler will come back; he won’t let me off. You could ... handle him.”
His expression iced over. “Not my problem.”
He started walking, but desperation hit; she dropped to her knees, hugging his thigh to stop him.
Her full breasts pressed unavoidably against his leg, head lifted in choked sobs. “General King, don’t go ... please, save me. No one else can. Tyler’ll drag me back and kill me ... he used to lock me up at home. I barely escaped. With him, I was just a worthless sex slave...”