Emily's Burning Desire
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 74
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 74 - 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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His call for restraint backfired, unleashing her confession, shattering any hold on composure.
Courage surged from nowhere; she rose, flung her arms around his neck, and tiptoed up to crush her lips to his.
Instinct, pure and electric.
She craved him, that magnetic pull demanding she fuck him senseless, grip his prickly buzz, kiss his mouth, strip him bare, lick and bite his sweat-glistened muscles and nipples, impale herself on his burning shaft for relentless pounding.
He stiffened in shock; the fragile girl he’d pitied turning bold like this? His head dipped under her insistent hands, then her soft mouth sealed over his.
Her eager tongue pried past his teeth, invading with a floral sweetness.
Two seconds in, he snapped to, shoving her back and wiping his mouth, glaring. Lips parted as if to speak, but he settled on. “You’re insane.”
Brows knit, he strode off, zipping up to cage his raging need.
She watched the prize slip away ... just like that. His willpower that ironclad?
His retreating form—cool, resolute, dashing—left her aching. Unbeknownst to her, Travis had never felt so unraveled.
Shame burned as she dressed, blood and desire still roaring, pulse hammering. She’d lost it, throwing herself at him like that.
Yet the regret didn’t hit deep; voicing “I want you” after bottling it so long felt liberating.
Still, it gnawed: he’d hardened for her; did she move him at all? She swore she saw sparks in his eyes, but doubt crept in—was it wishful thinking, her lust clouding judgment?
Rescuing her from Tyler only made her yearn more, whether gratitude or seduction, anything to bridge that physical gap.
His cold rebuff fanned the flames, her core itching fiercer.
Back at the event, she pasted on smiles for Chris, distracted and drained, soon claiming a headache to wait in the car.
Door shut, she couldn’t hold back, fingers diving into her slick folds for relief.
Chris walked in on it, no words needed; he flattened the back seat and railed her hard right there, the vehicle rocking unmistakably for passersby, hinting at the fevered frenzy within.
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