Dirty Forbidden Confessions
"You can scream. Nobody's coming to save you." His c^ck is buried so deep I feel it in my ribs. My wrists are tied above my head with his belt while another man feeds his c^ck into my mouth. I'm gagging, drooling, mascara running down my cheeks, and my pussy is clenching so hard the one inside me groans. * * *
This book contains extreme sexual content on every page. Gangbangs. Breeding. BDSM. Knotting. Choking. Double penetration. If your pussy isn't throbbing by the end of this warning, this book isn't for you. If you want something filthy. Something with thick cocks and rough hands and a voice that growls "good girl" while he's buried inside you. Something you'd never say out loud but your body responds to so hard your panties are wet before the fantasy even finishes playing. This book is that fantasy. Ten times over. C^cks shoved down throats until she's choking and drooling and begging with her eyes because her mouth is too full to speak. Pussies stretched around men so thick her walls ache for days. Two c^cks inside her at once while a third fills her mouth. Knots swelling and locking, pumping her so full her stomach feels heavy. Faces slapped mid-thrust while she whispers "again." Men who spit in her mouth, cum inside her raw, and don't let her clean up before the next one takes his turn. No slow burn. No fade to black. No soft landing. Just raw, graphic, unfiltered filth that starts on page one and doesn't let up until the final sentence. If the thought of being pinned, stretched, filled, bred, and used until cum is running down both your thighs makes something tighten low in your stomach, open the book. They're waiting. And they don't play gentle.
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Chapter: HOME FOR BREAK (1)Five months ago Jace Holden caught me with my hand in my underwear in a wine cellar at our parents’ engagement party. He watched me finish. Talked me through it. Called me stepsister while I came. I went back to college and touched myself to the memory of his voice every night for five months. Now it’s winter break. Our parents left an hour ago. I’m standing in his kitchen pretending I’m not shaking. He walks in behind me while I’m pouring water. His chest hits my back and his hands land on the counter on either side of me, caging me in. I go rigid. “Missed you, princess.” “Don’t call me that.” “You’re trembling.” His mouth touches the back of my neck. Not a kiss. Just his lips resting there. Warm. “You’ve been trembling since you walked in.” “Get off me, Jace.” His hand slides down my stomach. Under the waistband of my shorts. Past my underwear. His fingers find me and I jerk forward into the counter. A sound comes out of me I’ve never made in front of another person. He g
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Chapter: THE DEBT (4)The words fall out of my mouth before I decide to say them, and what I just said is the most brutal truth of our entire relationship. He doesn’t respond for a long time. The ceiling fan clicks above us in a rhythm that sounds too steady for what just happened in this room. “Does that make me a whore?” I ask, and it’s a genuine question because I actually want to know the right word for a woman who let four men use every hole in her body. A woman who discovered she’d been craving exactly that her entire adult life. “I don’t know,” Marcus says, and his voice is raw and hollowed out. “Watching that was the worst night of my life and the best night of my life and I cannot make those two things sit together in my head.” I turn to look at him. This is the man who stopped reaching for me in the dark, who came home smelling like another woman and assumed I was too loyal to notice. Four strangers gave me more attention and pleasure in one night than Marcus has given me in two years. T
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Chapter: THE DEBT (3)They arrange me with the efficiency of men who have done this before, The coordination of it, the way they move around my body without speaking, tells me everything I need to know about how many women have been in this position before me. Ray lies down on the floor and pulls me on top of him, guiding his cock into my pussy through the mess already inside me, And the size of him forces a sound out of my mouth that’s somewhere between a gasp and a sob because he is by far the biggest thing I’ve ever had inside me. “Oh my God,” I breathe, sinking down one inch at a time with my thighs trembling. “You’re splitting me open, I can feel you everywhere, Ray—” He grips my hips with those massive hands and pulls me the rest of the way down, And the fullness is so intense I have to hold still and just breathe, my forehead dropping to his chest. Dante kneels behind me and I feel the blunt head of his cock press against my asshole and every muscle in my body seizes because this is the one t
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Chapter: THE DEBT (2)Dante steps forward already unbuckling his belt, And Vincent grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me upright on my knees so I’m facing Marcus because Vincent wants my husband to watch every expression that crosses my face. “On your hands and knees,” Dante says, pressing one rough palm between my shoulder blades until I’m down on all fours. He kneels behind me and talks right over my head to Vincent. “You weren’t kidding. She’s dripping before I even get inside her. Her Husband must not be handling his business.” He pushes into me in one long stroke and the stretch forces all the air out of my lungs because he’s thick, painfully thicker than Marcus, And I feel every inch of him splitting me open while my husband watches my mouth fall open from across the room. “Fuck,” I gasp, my fingers curling into the carpet. “Fuck, you’re so thick—” “Hear that, Vince?” Dante grabs my hips and starts slamming into me with deep, punishing strokes that rock my whole body forward, my tits swing
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Chapter: THE DEBT (1)My husband owes seventy thousand dollars to men who don’t take IOUs. His solution is to offer me. All four of them. One night. Every hole. And he has to sit there and watch. I should say no. But Marcus stopped touching me in June, started coming home smelling like another woman in July, and has been gambling away our savings ever since. I’ve been a ghost in my own marriage for the better part of a year and the rage I feel about that is so enormous that I want to do the most destructive, Irreversible thing I can possibly think of. I want him to sit three feet away and watch me come alive under someone else’s hands. “Okay. I’ll do it. But you sit in that chair and you watch every second. You don’t close your eyes, you don’t leave, you don’t look away. You built this, Marcus, so you watch what you turned me into.” Saturday night. Black dress. Doorbell at nine. Four men fill my living room. Vincent comes in first, tall, silver at his temples, the kind of man who owns a room just
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