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BOOK 8 - One Dick at a time
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The silence in the house was a physical thing, thick and suffocating. It was broken only by the rhythmic click-clack of Landon’s keyboard from the home office. My husband. The man who was supposedly my partner in all things, yet here I was, alone in our king-sized bed, feeling a familiar ache deep in my belly. An ache he hadn't touched, or even seemed to notice, in weeks.My hand slid down from my stomach, over the silk of my nightgown, and between my legs. It was a lazy, frustrated touch at first. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to imagine it was him, that he’d finally closed his laptop and remembered he had a wife. But the fantasy was hollow. Landon’s touch, when it came, was always so… perfunctory. Efficient. Like he was checking an item off a to-do list.My fingers found my clit through the thin fabric of my panties. I was already wet. My own body, always ready, always hopeful, betraying me. I closed my eyes and let my imagination take over, picturing a man who wasn't Landon
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That knowing, predatory smile was the last thing her professional brain processed before it shut down completely. He didn’t move, not at first. He just watched her, letting her stew in the hot, thick silence, her face a burning beacon of guilt.“I… I-I’m so sorry,” she stammered, scrambling backward, her hand hitting a tray of metal instruments with a clatter that sounded like a gunshot in the quiet room. “I don’t know… I wasn’t…”Jaxson pushed himself up, swinging his legs over the side of the table. He moved with a predator’s grace, the ankle seemingly forgotten. He reached out and wrapped his large hand around her wrist, his grip firm but not painful.“Shhh,” he said, his voice a low, rumbling command. “Don’t apologize for wanting something, Doc.”He pulled her toward him. With his other hand, he reached past her and clicked the lock on the examination room door. The sound was deafening. Final.“J-Jaxson… Mia… she could…”“She’s in the waiting room, worried,” he whispered, his mout
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The office hummed, a dull thrum under the fluorescent lights. Sarah adjusted her skirt, the silk stretching taut over her thighs. No panties today. She liked the feel of the fabric against her skin.Or maybe not. Mr. Devereaux had a way of looking at her. A slow, knowing gaze that trailed down her curves, making her skin prickle. She’d always wanted him. Every crisp white shirt, every tie loosened at the end of a long day. He was sharp, commanding, and she imagined, even naughtier than her.Today was big. The promotion she’d been eyeing. Her chance to step up.She walked into his office, heels clicking a confident rhythm on the polished floor. His door was already open. He was at his desk, leaning back, watching her approach. His eyes, dark and intense, were already on her. She felt the heat, a familiar rush that started low in her belly and spread through her.“Sarah,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Come in. Have a seat.”She took the chair opposite him. Her dress, a little too ti
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“Let’s get you properly soaked, then,” he growled, dropping to his knees, pulling me down with him onto the damp, cold floor. His mouth descended. My eyes flew open as he latched onto one of my nipples, sucking hard, pulling me deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the rigid peak. A fierce, almost painful pleasure ripped through me. I arched my back, moaning, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He bit gently, teasingly, making me gasp and writhe under him.Then, his mouth moved lower. Over my stomach, tasting the dampness. His tongue traced a path down my belly, lingering at my navel, before finally reaching my throbbing core. He parted my swollen lips with his fingers, exposing my engorged pussy, already red and gleaming with my own wetness.His tongue flickered out, a hot, wet dart against my sensitive nub. I cried out, a sharp, choked sound, as he began to lick, slowly, deliberately, then with increasing speed and pressure. His mouth was a hot, insistent va
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The old house groaned, then shuddered. A sharp crack echoed from the pipes in the wall, followed by the unmistakable gush of water. Not a drip, but a deluge. My parents, of course, were on their annual cruise, leaving me, Olivia, twe nty-two, to manage. Just my luck.I’d thrown on an old tank top – faded cotton, stretched almost transparent across my chest – and a pair of worn denim shorts. The fabric clung, pulled taut over the generous swell of my breasts. They’d always been… prominent. A natural bounty. Sometimes, I’d catch men’s eyes lingering, and a part of me, a small, defiant part I rarely acknowledged, reveled in it. Why hide what you have? I’d sometimes think, a rebellious whisper. Tonight, though, I just needed to stem the tide.Panicked, I grabbed my phone. My parents’ first instruction for any household crisis: “Call Mr. Thorne.” Mr. Asher Thorne. Our neighbor for as long as I could remember. A widower, mid-forties, always kind, always reliable. He’d taught me to jump-star
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