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Book 45: A Steamy Outing
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Flesh And Fire: A spicy Erotica Collection Let Me Breathe A Little
She doesn’t move, not because she did not feel like it, she just could not. Not with Marcus standing this close, but then his sleek, raspy voice still in her ear, his breath hot against her cheek.“Then don’t stop.”She said it. She had been thinking about it and before she could stop herself or put a lid on her wild thoughts, she fucking said it.The words hang between them like a fucking match stick just waiting to ignite. Her skin is humming with the soft thrum of electric running through her blood. Celeste's thighs press together out of instinct, her body suddenly aware of every place it’s not touching his.He looks at her like he’s just seconds away from losing something, his control, reason, whatever thin chain has been holding him back.“Celeste,” he growls.God. The way her name sounds in his mouth, deep, gritty, with so much ownership like he’s choking on the taste of it, makes her want to drag him to the floor and let him ruin her damp pussy. But he doesn’t move, and nei
Flesh And Fire: A spicy Erotica Collection Don't Stop
Celeste POVFor the past few weeks, Celeste has dreamt of hands. Rough ones, warm and big, skating over her thighs, gripping the inside of her knee, dragging up with obscene slowness. In her dreams, a mouth follows, open and hungry, sucking a trail up her stomach. Her head falls back. A male voice, deep and husky growls her name like it’s already been buried between her legs.She comes in her sleep every single time and then she wakes up gasping. Today is no different. The sheets are twisted between her thighs, damp and from sweat and her release. The sun is filtering through the curtains she forgot to close. And her chest… her chest is tight, like she ran five miles through heat and shame and something even more confusing.Marcus.She had said his name last night. She knew she did.Last night she touched herself to the thought of him again. She was drunk on wine and loneliness, but that doesn’t change the fact that she moaned for the man her father hired to babysit her. The man wi
Flesh And Fire: A spicy Erotica Collection Cum To The Sound Of My Name
POV: MarcusI sit in that car for another full minute after she falls asleep.Jeans unzipped. Cock pulsing. Jaw clenched like I’m holding back a scream.I don’t move. I can’t. The image of her—skin flushed, breath ragged, fingers buried between her thighs—burns behind my eyelids every time I blink.She said my name. She touched herself to the thought of me.I grip the steering wheel again. Force my zipper up with a hiss. It hurts, containing the ache in my jeans, but I have to. If I let myself do this here, right across the street from her window, I’ll cross a line I won’t come back from.I already watched. I already wanted, and now I’m soaked in it.By the time I get home—an hour later, through traffic and tight fists and every ounce of self-control I have—I don’t even turn on the lights.I strip the second the door closes.Boots first. Then my shirt. Then I yank my jeans down with one furious pull.The sound of the belt hitting the floor echoes in the quiet.The room’s cold, the air
Flesh And Fire: A spicy Erotica Collection Book 52: Caught In Lust
POV: MarcusIm in trouble. In trouble heing that, i am currently touching myself to thoughts of my boss's daughter. The first time I saw her, she was barefoot, hungover, and furious at a doorman for not calling her a cab fast enough.The second time, she was laughing on the phone, hair tied up, eating strawberries out of a crystal bowl like she was born to ruin men.Now?Now she’s in her bedroom. Half-naked. Lit by the low glow of a single bedside lamp.She left the curtains open again.And I’m parked across the street in a black SUV, the kind you don’t notice unless it pulls up with lights flashing and agents inside. Engine off. Radio dead. Window cracked just enough to taste the city night.I shouldn’t be here.I shouldn’t be watching, but I’m not leaving either.My hands stay still on my thighs. My jaw tightens. Every instinct I honed behind bars, control, denial, obedience, is fraying by the second.Celeste Sinclair has no idea what she’s doing.Or maybe she knows exactly what sh
Flesh And Fire: A spicy Erotica Collection A Fat Cock
I almost scream at him to put his face back there, but he opened his mouth to speak “You like to feel the ink drying, don’t you,” he says, then blows gently onto me, ruffling my pelt. It is sublime. He crawls up over my body keeping my legs thrust apart with his own meaty thighs. I can see him bulging through his trousers. I know he wants me, I know I’ve turned him on. He pulls at his zipper and his cock falls out heavily, full with want and desire. A thick, feral musk fills the room as our scents meet. I reach down to pleasure him, but he grabs and pins me by the wrists over my head with one of his hands. With the other, he grabs his shaft and guides it to my opening. He lets go and just hovers there, pressing lightly until my pussy can bear the teasing no longer and I lift my hips to urge him inside. He releases his tension and sinks into my hot clutching depths and I can hear us both groaning in the distance as I become that point, that tiny point where everything begins. The p
Flesh And Fire: A spicy Erotica Collection Book 51: My Aching Pussy
I take my alone time very seriously. It's almost a meditation time for me. You know how others do yoga and ball other spiritual cleansing shit? Yeah, my alone time is a time I set aside meticulously to pleasure myself.I've just hitched up my skirt. I’m kneeling and the hem is up at my buttocks, almost exposing them, but not quite. The familiar tingling anticipation sweeps over my flesh as I part my thighs, just a little, and lift one of the implements laid out before me. I always start with the smallest—the finest.I hold my breath and close my eyes, letting my head fall back, jaw slack, in the pose that signifies the beginning of my ritual.I run the tip of the long, fine shaft up the inside of my thigh, swirling and sweeping as I go, imagining the pattern it makes on my skin. My hand is shaking and the hairs on the back of my neck bristle in delight. If you really concentrate on your body, you can feel which nerve endings are connected. For example, if you arouse or tickle the t
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