My Filthy Cravings
Adegoriola Adigun · Ongoing · 100.4k Words
Introduction
His hips snapped forward, thick and deep—stretching me wide enough to take him fully—but I could barely handle it.
“Stopppppp… please!” I screamed, my hands reaching for his hips, trying to pull away.
But he only pulled back slightly then drove into me with brutal force, making me see white instantly.
“Fuckkkkk,” I screamed…back slamming into the pillow as my legs fell apart from his waist, trembling.
CAUTION: THIS BOOK IS RATED 18+
Contains explicit s*xual content, graphic language, psychological tension, deadly cravings, manipulation, and morally grey romance. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
………………….
There are no romance stories here, only raw need, untamed passion, slow burns, rough rides and the kind of encounter that leaves your pulse racing and your body aching for more.
My Filthy cravings is packed with the collection of sinfully explicit content, that will make you squirm and leave you begging for more.
Inside this pages, you will find young girls craving for sex,Forbidden age gaps, incest, dominant bosses, naughty nurses with patients,gay porn, lesbians,step father who dare to cross the line and daughters who let them in.
From BDSM to office desks, from first time sx to deadly threesomes, From sx on the bed to the bathroom. - no fantasy is off limit.
Are you ready to sin?
Chapter 1
Ayra’s POV
“Oh my god… Justin, right there! Fuck, fuck me harder!” I heard the loud voice of someone at the back of the door.
My steps halt as the voice becomes louder.
“Is mom getting fucked? But the last time I checked I didn't think mom was around.” I said aloud.
I sighed, it's probably none of my business anyway, I straightened my dress, I don't want to arrive late for the event me and Bianca, my best friend had planned.
On getting to the front door, I heard the loud voice again. “Oh..pleaseeee deeperrrrr ahhh.”
I froze mid-step, my breath caught in my throat when I realized the sound is actually coming from Justin, my step brother's room.
I walked closer to his door. “Fuuuck…” a girl groaned, her voice thick and very familiar.
I frowned. Why do I know that voice?
Shaking it off, I turned toward the front door, deciding it wasn’t my business. But the next filthy words she screamed made me stop cold.
“Show me no mercy... Justin..fuck me harder, you little piece of shit!”
My heart lurched.
Curiosity devoured me whole. Before I could rethink it, I turned around and tip-toed back, pressing myself flat to Justin’s door.
My fingers pushed the handle with my heart in my mouth, to my surprise it was not locked.
So I pushed the handles slowly, my heart hammered in my throat as I cracked the door open, just enough to peek inside and my world stopped seeing the scene in front of me.
“Oh my god…” I whispered, slapping a hand against my mouth.
Justin was completely naked, muscles flexing with every brutal thrust as he pinned Janet, his best friend’s sister, to the wall like she weighed nothing.
Her legs were spread wide around his waist, his cock driving into her pussy mercilessly.
“Harder! Fuck me harder, fuck this pussy!” she begged, voice stretched tight with pleasure.
The sound alone could’ve made a nun flinch. The sex must be insane,because she sounded like she’d die without it.
I knew I should’ve walked away, but I didn't.
I stayed perfectly still, glued to the tiny opening in the doorway, watching helplessly, shamelessly as my step brother screwed her cunt.
A desperate moan tore out of her, “Fuuuck...Justin, your cock is so big!” She moaned and even her expression was crumpled in pleasure.
My eyes darted to Justin's cock. My eyes widened. god… it was big. His thick length disappeared inside her soaked pussy, slamming into her again and again, while her milky thighs trembled against his grip.
“Harder,” she hissed. “Don’t stop. I can take it.”
He growled, gripping her thighs tighter, fucking her like he was carving pleasure into her bones.
Her back smacked the wall with every powerful thrust he delivered.
“Should I stop?” he taunted, his breathing coming out fast.
“N-no!” she choked out, shuddering.
He slammed her pussy. Hard. She jolted and moaned even louder, her pussy dripping cunt and her breasts bouncing wildly to the rhythm he is fucking into her.
“Fuck, yes… that’s it,” she cried. “That cock is mine!”
“Say that again,” he growled.
“Your dick is mine!” she screamed, her legs spread wider.
He drove into her with brutal force, each thrust echoing through the room.
My eyes stared at them, as I rubbed my thigh together. Shit I'm definitely soaked.
I saw sweat run down Justin’s body, catching the light, which made it glow.
My gaze trailed lower… to his cock, and my lips parted subconsciously at what I saw.
At the moment he pulled out suddenly and dropped her to the floor, her legs wobbling like it was trying to memorize the way he had fucked her.
My pulse pounded and my eyes widened more at what I saw.
His dick, very huge, thick and veiny at least nine inches long was glazed with her pussy juice.
I have never seen a dick this huge since the day I was born.
Though, I have seen dicks in porn. But none of them came close to this.
The swollen pink head… the veins… the length… It was monstrous!!!.
My pussy throbbed so hard I felt warmth seeping into my panties.
No wonder she was screaming like that.
“Again,” Janet whimpered. “Again. I want it again.” She whispered as she bit her bottom lips, her hand fondling her boobs.
“Stand up,” Justin ordered.
She obeyed immediately, even though her legs barely worked.
He dragged her by the hair and bent her over his desk, her pussy was still dripping juices, and her pussy hole looked stretched and glistening.
Her discarded dress lay near the door, right by my feet. It was as though it was ripped off in desperation.
“Put it back in, Justin… fuck me till I can’t feel my legs,” she begged.
He stepped behind her, guiding his cock, not into her pussy this time, but into her ass.
She screamed, her body jerking at the intrusion of his cock into her ass.
He started slow… deliberately slow… like he wanted to feel every inch of her.
A shiver ran through me. That must feel dangerously insane.
Suddenly, his pace shifted, he started ramming into her deeper, faster. Her ass wiggled as he slapped his thighs pounding her from behind.
“Ah, ahh! Fuuuck!” she gasped, barely able to breath.
My hand found my clits as I rubbed my pussy gently while watching them.
“Mmm..ys… don’t stop… deeper!” she moaned, her voice hoarse.
“Oh god, right there...ah!”
I couldn’t look away. My body was buzzing and I felt a warm heat pooling between my legs. I rubbed my pussy faster.
My heartbeat syncing with every thrust he made, my nipples tightened beneath my dress, painfully hard.
“Can you take it?” he whispered against her ear.
“Don’t stop…” she moaned, breathless.
His fist twisted in her hair, pulling her head back as he continued assaulting her dripping hole relentlessly.
Her legs trembled violently.
And then I felt something build up in me, I rubbed faster as slimy juices sliding out of my pussy wetting the floor.
“Oh my god… did I just cummed while watching my brother screwing another? ,” I whispered, dazed.
Last Chapters
#85 Chapter 85 Session
Last Updated: 7/9/2026#84 Chapter 84 Watch
Last Updated: 7/9/2026#83 Chapter 83 Her
Last Updated: 7/9/2026#82 Chapter 82 Calls
Last Updated: 7/9/2026#81 Chapter 81 Comments
Last Updated: 7/9/2026#80 Chapter 80 Photo
Last Updated: 7/9/2026#79 Chapter 79 Longer
Last Updated: 7/9/2026#78 Chapter 78 Ready
Last Updated: 7/9/2026#77 Chapter 77 THE DOCTOR'S FIGHT
Last Updated: 7/8/2026#76 Chapter 76 THE EMERGENCY
Last Updated: 7/8/2026
You Might Like 😍
The Legacy Game
When scholarship student Chris Linds stumbles onto a mystery someone has killed to protect, she becomes the next target. The only person standing between her and death is Ashen Ford, the academy's cold, untouchable Student Council President—and heir to one of Corvain's founding families.
As anonymous invitations summon twelve students into the legendary Legacy Game, alliances fracture, secrets surface, and every challenge brings another deadly truth to light. But the greatest secret isn't who will win.
It's why one winner vanished without a trace... and why someone will do anything to make sure history repeats itself.
My Husband's Secretary Wore My Dress
Those words shattered Vivian's heart.
For three years, she endured her husband's coldness and his secretary's endless provocations.
She never knew that the woman he trusted most had stolen her identity.
Or that the man she loved had secretly loved her all along.
When the truth finally came out, it was already too late.
Vivian had divorced him.
She had disappeared with his unborn child.
And she had no intention of coming back.
Five years later, the former ballerina returned as the sole heiress of a powerful family.
Standing beside her was a little girl with eyes identical to Caden Lux's.
The billionaire who once ignored her had gone mad.
He blocked her in the dressing room, knelt before her, and even accepted the possibility that another man had taken his place.
Because losing his pride was nothing.
Losing Vivian had nearly killed him.
But after everything he had done…
Could she ever forgive the man who chose another woman over his own wife?
The rejected white luna
Rejected By My Family, Desired By The Mafia
While the real heiress struggled to survive, the nanny’s daughter, Talia, was raised in luxury as the beloved jewel of the Laurent family, pampered by Camille’s parents, adored by her three brothers, and even promised to the prestigious Matteo Devereux through a childhood engagement arranged by their grandparents.
Then the truth came out.
Six months ago, Camille was finally brought back to the Laurent family. To protect the family reputation and prove their devotion to their bloodline, the Laurent patriarch transferred 35% of his personal shares into Camille’s name overnight, instantly making her one of the wealthiest heiresses in the country.
It brought anxiety to all the Laurent family. But what they don’t know…is that Camille never needed them.
Behind her elegant smile lies a woman filled with secrets powerful enough to shake the whole family. She's a miraculous healer capable of curing the incurable poisons.
Yet despite everything, her family still chooses Talia.
Every accusation against Talia is forgiven. Every scheme against Camille is brushed aside. Even Matteo, the man who was supposed to be Camille’s fiancé—cannot let go of the woman he always believed belonged by his side.
But while the Laurent family underestimates Camille, another man begins to see exactly who she is.
Dante Moretti.
The ruthless heir of an old-money dynasty. A billionaire CEO worshipped by the public…and the merciless king of a criminal empire hidden beneath the city’s glittering surface. When Dante is poisoned by a rival syndicate with a deadly toxin no doctor can cure, he offers a fortune for anyone who can save him.
Only Camille can. Their deal is simple: she becomes his personal physician, and he gives her anything she wants.
Ex-Wife, Current Wife
For three years, she lived in the shadow of a loveless marriage. She was the woman everyone loved to hate, the one who supposedly "stole" him from his first love. She endured his cold indifference, raised their son—who struggles with a speech impediment—in silence, and traded her own brilliant career for the thankless role of a trophy wife.
But when his long-lost love returns, she is unceremoniously pushed aside to make room for the "real" family.
Enough was enough.
After he publicly humiliates her and chooses the mistress’s daughter over his own son during a birthday party, something inside her finally snaps. She doesn't just want out of the marriage; she wants her life back. With a secret talent for design and a newfound resolve, she walks away from the gilded cage of his estate.
But as she rises from the ashes of her failed marriage to reclaim her status as a top-tier designer, he realizes the woman he treated as a disposable pawn was the only one who truly held his world together.
Now, the woman who once begged for his attention is no longer looking back. Will he be able to earn her forgiveness, or is he finally too late?
The Vampire King's Feeder
Emory: I was born to be the Alpha of my pack, my father's first born daughter. But now... I am here, in the castle of our greatest enemy, the Vampire King. I should hate Kane Alexander, but the more time I spend with him, the more I long for him in ways I cannot understand. I am not here to be his lover, though. I am here to be his feeder. But even before his lips graze my skin the first time, I know I would give myself to him in every way imaginable if only he should ask. Kane: I long to taste the wolf shifter, but not her blood, her body... her essence. I want her in every way imaginable. But I'm already betrothed to marry another blood-born vampire, and if I call that off, I have resigned my kingdom to yet another war. There has to be a way to keep Emory Moonraker as my feeder but not claim her in my bed. I just haven't figured it out yet, and every time I look into her jade eyes, I forget everything and everyone but her. But I have enemies, and every moment she spends here in my home, Castle Graystone, she's in danger.
FROZEN HEART BURNING SOUL
Then the festival comes to her town, and with it comes Ryder Callahan a rough, loud, motorcycle-riding wildfire fighter who looks at her like she is not a monster. Like she is just a girl. A girl he really wants to know.
But Bella is hiding more than her powers. Someone dangerous is coming for her. And the closer she lets Ryder get, the more she puts him in danger.
He says he is not afraid of fire. She says she is not afraid of ice. Maybe together, they can survive the storm that is coming for them both if she does not freeze him out first.
Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother
"What is wrong with me?
Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?
It’s just newness, I tell myself firmly.
He’s my boyfirend’s brother.
This is Tyler’s family.
I’m not going to let one cold stare undo that.
**
As a ballet dancer, My life looks perfect—scholarship, starring role, sweet boyfriend Tyler. Until Tyler shows his true colors and his older brother, Asher, comes home.
Asher is a Navy veteran with battle scars and zero patience. He calls me "princess" like it's an insult. I can't stand him.
When My ankle injury forces her to recover at the family lake house, I‘m stuck with both brothers. What starts as mutual hatred slowly turns into something forbidden.
I'm falling for my boyfriend's brother.
**
I hate girls like her.
Entitled.
Delicate.
And still—
Still.
The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.
Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.
I shouldn’t care.
I don’t care.
It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.
It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.
I’m not here to rescue anyone.
Especially not her.
Especially not someone like her.
She’s not my problem.
And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.
But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.
The Softest Chains
The Lycan Kings and the White Wolf.
Falling for My Boyfriend's Uncle
My boyfriend skipped our anniversary for her—the girl who called me a whore.
He left me walking home in the dark. When my apartment caught fire, he ignored my calls.
But his uncle showed up.
The one with the scarred knuckles and the cop badge. The one who looked at me like he wanted to burn the world down for me—or maybe burn me down instead.
Now, we live under the same roof. Three people. One bed too close.
Every time my boyfriend touches me, I flinch. Every time his uncle looks at me, I burn.
He's dangerous. He's forbidden. He's everything I shouldn't want.
Is he saving me... or does he just want to own me?
Some fires don't just burn. They consume.
Taste of Fate: The Vampire King's Human Mate
He reached for the back of my head and pulled me up just enough to reach my neck. When his fangs slid into me, the pain was instant, electric. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My hands found his shoulders, clawing for something to hold. My legs kicked. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He moaned against my throat as he drank, and the sound was devastating.
