Sinful Cravings

"James, can't you change this series to something more fun?" I asked, my brows arching upward as I stared at him.

He chuckled slightly and pulled the blanket that was already over his legs up to his chest while smiling, his gaze still fixed on the TV. "Come on, Jessica. This is an educational documentary. Just watch it and gain more insight about the things around you," he stated, his voice a bit low but still clear enough for me to understand.

"I'm only in your house because I'm bored and you aren't even treating me nicely," I whispered, my lips slightly pouted.

"Shh!" James shushed me, placing his index finger over his lips. "This documentary is boring, but it will help you in the long run, okay?"

I rolled my eyes, tucked a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear, then grabbed my phone which was resting on my thigh. I began scrolling through reels on different social media platforms.

"James, can we go on a date at this..."

I was about to ask James if we could go on a friendship date at a new restaurant downtown, but my words trailed off because when I turned to look at him, I noticed that he was already fast asleep.

A loud sigh escaped my lips as I slid off the couch, carefully repositioned James on the couch so he could sleep comfortably, and then grabbed my handbag.

"I guess it's time for me to head back home," I mused to myself, staring at James, my best friend, who was peacefully asleep.

With my belongings now in my hands, I turned and made my way out of the house and straight to the road where I boarded a cab that took me to my destination.

After paying the fare, I headed straight to my house. I opened my handbag and slid my hand inside in search of my key, but the more my fingers searched through every corner of the bag, the more I realized I still couldn't find it.

"Ohh, fuck! I forgot my key at James's house while I was there," I lamented, slamming my fist lightly against my forehead as a frown settled on my face.

I knew the chances of calling James and having him answer while he was deep asleep were close to zero, so the only alternatives I had were either heading back to his place to grab the key I had left on top of his kitchen cabinet or finding somewhere to stay for the night and asking him to bring it to me in the morning.

As I kept contemplating the two options laid before me, my gaze suddenly fell on the light coming from my neighbour's window, whose house stood opposite mine.

With my shoulders slumped, I made my way over to my neighbour's place. When I arrived, I pressed the doorbell and after a few seconds, the door opened.

"Hi, Jessica," Phil greeted with a wide smile across his lips.

I instantly bit onto my lower lip, my eyes widening slightly as I scanned his physique. Phil was wearing black tight boxer briefs that hugged the obvious bulge between his legs. His chest was damp and bare, an indication that he had just stepped out of the shower because a white towel was draped around his neck.

I lifted my gaze to Phil's face and for a few seconds I almost forgot how to breathe. Phil's black hair was wet, droplets of water sliding down onto his shoulders while his amber eyes were hypnotic, drawing me in like a magnet. His lips were pink, slightly moist, and for some unknown reason they were oddly alluring.

Phil had been my neighbour for the past six months and despite that, we rarely spoke to each other unless one of us needed a favour or we happened to bump into each other.

"Hey, is everything okay?" Phil's voice suddenly came through, pulling me out of my trance-like state.

I swallowed hard, the movement visible in my throat, then placed a few strands of my hair behind my ear. I had always known Phil to be a handsome man, but tonight there was something about him that felt even more alluring.

"Jessica," Phil called again, and this time I had to flutter my eyelashes a few times just to return to my senses.

"Umm, I forg... well, I forgot my keys at my best friend's house and I was wondering if I could stay here for the night?" I inquired, my words stumbling over each other because the effect of his handsome features was making me tongue-tied.

Phil nodded and stepped out of the way for me to get inside. "This isn't the first time you're staying over, so feel at home," he purred, closing the door behind me as I stepped in and took off my shoes.

I let out a long exhale, bit onto my lower lip, and made my way over to the couch in his living room. "Please get me a blanket," I said, grabbing the TV remote as I turned it on. Besides, this wasn't my first time at Phil's place. On countless occasions I had either misplaced or forgotten my keys somewhere, and his house was the only place I could turn to.

"Alright, dear," he replied, disappearing into his room. Soon he stepped out with a blanket and a pillow which he handed to me. "Jess, I just took my bath and I'll be having a long day ahead of me tomorrow, so I hope you don't mind if I go to bed now and..."

"Phil, I won't mind at all. I'm even grateful that you're allowing me to sleep over," I said, cutting him off mid-sentence.

He nodded, waved his hand at me, and then blew a kiss in my direction, making my pussy react almost instantly as its walls clenched in anticipation.

I swallowed hard and watched as Phil headed back to his room.

"Dammit," I cursed under my breath, opening my handbag and pulling out a dildo. Since I had always been a sex addict, I made sure my sex toy was always in my bag just in case I needed it.

As I stared at the pink dildo in my grip, I scanned the living room to make sure Phil wasn't around. Once I was certain he was gone, I unbuttoned my shirt, pulled my trouser half way down and then I turned on the dildo and slipped it into my mouth, letting my saliva coat the toy.

With a mischievous smile on my lips, I slowly pulled the dildo away from my mouth, my saliva trailing down from it. The cool wetness sent a teasing yet pleasurable sensation through me until the toy eventually reached my pussy.

I paused for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and then without warning thrust the dildo into my already wet, dripping pussy.

"Agh, fuck!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, the impact so intense that I arched my back in pleasure.

Drawing in a long, deep breath, I bit my lower lip and slowly began thrusting the dildo in and out of my pussy. My wetness gave it easy access as my other hand moved toward my left nipple, giving it a firm squeeze and making it hard. I continued moving the toy in and out of my pussy, soft moans escaping my lips as my eyes shut.

"Ahh, fuck..."

I tried biting my lower lip, attempting to control myself, but the pleasure was overwhelming. Besides, Phil might have already been asleep, so there was nothing to worry about, I muttered to myself as I kept thrusting in and out, pinching my already hardened nipple even harder. Suddenly, I felt a cold hands touch my shoulder.

With a swift motion, I opened my eyes and froze in shock.

Phil stood behind the couch where I sat, his face leaning close to mine with a smirk resting on his lips.

"Phil... I thought you were asleep," I mumbled, my words tumbling out one after another as heat flushed through my entire body. Embarrassment washed over me. I should have been more careful.

"Jess, is it okay if I join you?" he asked, lifting his brows slightly.

Without even thinking twice, I nodded.

Of course I wanted him to join. I had always imagined what it would feel like to be intimate with Phil, so hearing his request sent a thrill through me.

I nodded again, a bright smile spreading across my face. In an instant, Phil moved around the couch and stood in front of me before placing his hands on his waist.

"I've always dreamed of the day I'd be allowed to taste you," he said boldly, his words catching me off guard, but in a good way.

"I never knew you had your eyes on me," I whispered in a teasing tone.

He scoffed. "Ohh, Jess," he purred, his deep, seductive voice making my pussy walls clench in anticipation. "From the very first day I saw you, I have always yearned for you."

I blushed, running my tongue across my lips as I winked at him.

Instantly, Phil went down on his knees.

I spread my legs wide open, giving Phil more access to stare at my shaved pussy. He smirked, placing his hands on each of my thighs to properly part my legs.

"Make sure your legs remain open, okay?" Phil purred, and I nodded.

He grabbed the dildo from my right hand and set it aside before sliding two fingers into his mouth, slicking them with saliva as he slowly caressed my clit with his fingers.

"Ohh my God," I moaned as I shut my eyes for a few seconds. The impact of Phil's touch was much more than I had expected.

Seeing my reaction, Phil increased his pace, caressing my clit in a circular motion, making my pussy drip with even more wetness.

"Don't hold in your moans for me. I want to hear them," he uttered, his deep voice showing how much he desired to hear me.

I swallowed hard and let go of my lower lip as he slid two fingers inside my opening.

"Ohh, fuccck!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The impact of his broad fingers was quite intense.

Phil spat onto my pussy and then began shoving his fingers in and out, while his other hand made its way to my breast, giving it a rough squeeze. It prompted my back to jerk upward even more as my pussy clenched around his fingers.

"Ohh, I see you like it rough," he purred in a teasing yet seductive manner before pulling his fingers out.

"Open your eyes, Jess," Phil stated, his words sounding more like a command that I felt compelled to obey.

I opened my eyes wide and stared at him with arched brows.

"Is there a pro..." Before I could finish my question, Phil shoved two fingers deep inside my mouth, and his other hand, which was on my boob, gave my nipple a rough pinch.

"Ouch!" I whispered in pleasure. Phil didn't allow me to fully compose myself as he drew his tongue toward my pussy, licking my wet juices while his fingers kept sliding in and out of my mouth, almost as if he planned to touch my throat with them.

"Ohh, Phil," I gagged, saliva spilling from the side of my mouth as I firmly placed my hands on Phil's hair, pushing his face closer to my pussy so his tongue could explore my clit properly.

"Sweetheart, you taste so good," Phil whispered while still licking me.

He used his teeth to give my clit a gentle bite before pulling his mouth away.

"I wanna fuck you," Phil suddenly declared with such confidence that my cheeks turned even redder.

Like a compelled kitten, I nodded my head and watched him rise from the floor to properly take off my shirt, which I helped him with a little.

After I was completely naked, Phil ran his tongue across his lips like a beast mesmerized by the sight of his prey.

"Shouldn't you take off your boxer briefs?" I asked, one brow slightly raised.

He chuckled softly and nodded.

"Of course I will," he said confidently as he began to remove his boxer briefs while I fixed my gaze on the bulge between his legs.

Immediately he took off the boxer briefs, and his big monster stood, seven inches tall, facing me with its thick veins.

"I like what I see," I whispered, having no control over my lips.

"You should," he uttered. "Now lie down."

Once more, I complied with Phil's words as I lay down on the couch on my back, my eyes fixed on him.

Phil knelt down with one leg on the couch while the other remained on the floor. He leaned closer to me, stroking his dick with one hand while maintaining eye contact, making me hold my breath as I anticipated his blissful penetration.

Then, just as his dick was an inch away from my pussy, he slapped it against me with the head of his dick. My wetness made a slapping sound, and my eyes suddenly rolled backward.

Then, without warning, Phil slid his dick deep into my pussy with one thrust.

"Fuck," I cursed beneath my breath as Phil grabbed onto my boobs, fiercely squeezing my nipples with his fingers while slowly thrusting his hips, pulling his dick in and out of me. I literally felt as if I were in cloud nine.

"Ohh, please, go harder..." I pleaded, wanting him to go deeper so I could feel his dick touching my G-spot.

"You're so sweet, Jess," Phil moaned as he nodded, letting go of my nipple. Then he slapped my pussy, and in an instant my body jerked upward.

I thought Phil would stop there, but he didn't. Instead, he began to increase his pace, his movements so swift that I didn't even realize when my hands made their way to Phil's butt, pulling him closer to me.

"Mmm... just like that."

Phil kept fucking my dripping pussy for about seven minutes when all of a sudden I felt his dick getting bigger inside me, and that could only mean one thing.

Swiftly, he pulled his dick out and pointed it toward my lips, but it ended up landing on my cheeks, lips, and even my chest.

"Now lick that cum!" he commanded in an authoritative yet seductive voice.

Working at the same company as my stepdad was like living in hell, as he constantly made my life miserable. I could vividly recall how his hatred began.

Two years ago, my mom had gone on a vacation with my stepdad, Edward, leaving me all alone at home during my ovulation period.

With a strong urge to have sex, I began to pleasure myself. Unfortunately, my stepdad walked in on me. It turned out he had left my mom at the vacation house and come home early because he had business meetings planned.

Although I won't deny the fact that I felt embarrassed that day, I was also unsettled by the thought of being seen. It was confusing for me because my stepdad was in his midforties. He had black crewcut hair, sapphire blue eyes, and plump lips that were strangely captivating. He was tall, about 6'1, while I was 5'4, so whenever I stood before him, I always seemed so small. Edward also had long lashes and thick brows, which often made me wonder about him in ways I didn't fully understand.

From that day, the little relationship I had with my stepdad suddenly disappeared into thin air.

"Clara, go and get the contract files needed for the construction project in my store," Edward's voice suddenly called out.

I let out a loud sigh, nodded my head, and decided to do as he had instructed. Besides, I was his secretary, someone he had now reduced to a mere messenger.

After getting the document files, I handed them over to him and continued my day as usual.

When it was a few minutes past 5 p.m., I rose from my seat, grabbed my bag, and decided to clock off from work.

"Umm, I'm done for the day," I mumbled, staring at my stepdad, whose gaze was fixed on his laptop.

He nodded his head. "Your mom said she has been trying to reach your line, but it's not connecting, so she asked me to inform you that she won't be home tonight as she's attending her friend's bridal shower, and I'll be dropping her off, and l'll also attend the bachelor party." Edward explained. "Also, pick that file on my desk and give it to the finance department manager."

I nodded, picked up the file, and stepped out of the office. I boarded a cab, which took me to my parents' house. After paying the fare, I stepped inside and let out a loud sigh.

"My stepdad is such a jerk!" I declared out loud through gritted teeth as I opened my handbag, pulled out headphones, and began listening to music while making my way to the kitchen.

There, I began to prepare noodles, and while it was still on the fire, I scrolled through the videos I had hidden on my phone, and one caught my attention. It was a masturbating video I had taken in my bedroom.

As I watched the video, the sound played through my headphones, and it was so loud that I began to feel hot.

I continued cooking the noodles until they were ready, and after I had eaten, I began to do the dishes while imagining how it would feel to pleasure myself wherever I want because since my stepdad and my mom wouldn't be around, there would be no reason for me to hold back my voice, I thought, the idea alone making me tense with anticipation.

But then, I felt someone's hands on my headphones, and just before I could turn around, the person yanked them off my ears.

"What the he..."

I allowed my words to trail off because the moment I turned around, I was stunned to see that it was my stepdad, and he had a frown on his face. "Didn't you hear me calling you?" he inquired, and I found myself shaking my head.

I didn't hear my stepdad calling out to me, and in fact, the volume of my headphones was so loud that it made me disassociate from everything around me. Speaking of the headphones, as I lowered my gaze toward my stepdad's hand, I could hear the soundtrack of what I had been listening to. The sound was faint but still audible enough for anyone to recognize.

"Edward, can you please give me my headphones?" I inquired, still maintaining my gaze on them in his grip as I slowly reached out.

"What the hell were you listening to that you couldn't even hear me when I called?" he questioned before swiftly placing the headphones over his ears. It happened so suddenly that I was unable to stop him.

Then what followed was complete silence as his eyes widened, almost as if he had seen a ghost, or heard something shocking.

I stretched forward, grabbed the headphones from him, and shot him a glare. "Don't fucking touch my property, and why are you even back home? You told me you were going out with Mom, so what the hell?" I snarled, trying to shift the attention away from what he had just heard.

Edward scoffed, clearly not backing down. "Is this what you always listen to when your mother and I aren't home?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

I shrugged and rolled my eyes. "And what business is it of yours? At least I'm not harming my body," I seethed. "Also, I won't ask again. Why are you here?"

"Well, I told you to give a document to the finance department manager, and I was told you didn't," he stated, and instantly I remembered that I had left the document on my desk and forgotten to deliver it.

I sighed, staring at the floor in frustration while turning off my headphones.

"By the way," Edward began again, "why are you doing more harm than good to your body? If you want to have sex, then go for the real thing and not..."

Before he could finish, I quickly cut him off. "Since I don't have a boyfriend, do you plan on fucking me so I won't harm myself?" I snapped, lifting my gaze to meet his as my voice rose in anger. I had had enough of him always trying to belittle me.

Without hesitation, he replied calmly, "Yes." He said it boldly. "I want to fuck you instead."

He stared deep into my eyes, and in that instant, my knees nearly gave way.