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BOOK 8: Her fingers, her cúnt (lesbian edition)
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2025-10-21 19:00:40The elevator opened directly into the penthouse. The woman was there, her back to the elevator, a black silhouette against the wall of windows showing the entire city. She didn't turn around.
"Come in," she said. Her voice was calm.
Jules stepped out. The floor was cold white marble. The apartment was huge and empty.
The woman turned. Her name was Cora. She was sharp and beautiful, with eyes that seemed to see right through Jules's clothes. She looked Jules up and down, a slow, deliberate inspection.
"You're Jules," she said.
"Yes," Jules whispered.
"The ad said you were obedient," Cora said, walking closer.
"We'll see."
She stopped in front of Jules. "Take off your clothes."
Jules's hands shook. She pulled the zipper on her dress and let it fall.
She unhooked her bra and slid her panties down. She stood
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Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Should I Fúck My Married Neighbor? Part 6
The click of the lock was a sound that sealed her fate. Chloe was trapped, not by the lock, but by the dark, possessive fire in Ethan’s eyes. He was a man on a mission, a man who was determined to break down her walls and claim her as his own.He walked toward her, his movements slow, deliberate, a predator stalking his prey. He was still fully dressed, his suit rumpled, his tie loosened. He looked powerful, dangerous, and so fucking sexy it made her mouth water.He stopped in front of her, his eyes sweeping over her naked bo
Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Should I Fúck My Married Neighbor? Part 5
The sound of the slamming door echoed in the small office, a gunshot in the sudden, deafening silence. Chloe was still bent over the desk, her heart pounding a frantic, terrified rhythm. They had been caught. Or almost caught. It was the same thing.Ethan didn’t seem to care. He was a man possessed, a man driven by a lust so pure and so raw that it obliterated everything else. He was still hard, his cock a thick, demanding presence against her.“Now,” he growled, his voice a low, dominant growl that was laced with a dark, dangerous edge. “Where were we?”He thrust into her, hard and deep, burying himself to the hilt in a single, powerful stroke. A scream tore from her throat, a mix of pain and pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. He started to move then, a fast, frantic rhythm, his hips pistoning into her, his balls slapping against her ass.This was different.
Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Should I Fúck My Married Neighbor? Part 4
A week passed a week of stolen glances across the lawn, of late-night text messages that were more explicit than any porn script, of a constant, throbbing ache between her legs that only he could soothe. She was addicted. Completely and utterly addicted to him, to the danger, to the raw, primal pleasure he gave her.She was in her garden, trying to focus on weeding the flowerbeds, but her mind was a million miles away. She was thinking about him, about the last time they were together, about the way he had looked at her, the way he had touched her. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and her heart leaped into her throat. It was him.My office. Now.The text was short, to the point, and left no room for argument. A thrill shot through her. His office. A new location. A new risk.She dropped her gardening tools and ran inside, stripping off her dirty clothes and pulling on a simple sundress. She didn&rsquo
Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Should I Fúck My Married Neighbor? Part 3
He just pulled her to her feet, his hand wrapped around hers, and led her up the stairs. She followed him, her legs weak and shaky, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasms. The upstairs hallway was dark, but she could see the light spilling from an open doorway at the end of the hall. The master bedroom.He pulled her inside, and her breath caught in her throat. The room was large and airy, dominated by a king-sized bed with a pristine white duvet. It was a room that smelled of his wife, of lavender and clean laundry. It was a sanctuary, and they were about to desecrate it.He pushed her down onto the bed, her body sinking into the soft mattress. She looked up at him, her heart pounding a frantic, exhilarating rhythm. He was standing over her, his body a magnificent sculpture of muscle and sinew, his cock already hard again, a testament to his insatiable appetite for her.“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice a low, dominant growl.She obeyed instantly, her kne
Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Should I Fúck My Married Neighbor? Part 2
He didn’t give her time to think. He didn’t give her time to process the shocking, intimate pressure against her most forbidden place. He just held her there, on her hands and knees on his living room rug, his wet cock nudging against her tight, virgin asshole.“Relax,” he growled, his voice a low, dominant rumble that vibrated through her. His hands were firm on her hips, holding her in place. “Breathe out. Push back against me.”She was trembling, a fine, uncontrollable shudder that wracked her body. This was a line she had never even considered crossing. It was dirty, it was depraved, and it was the most thrilling thing she had ever felt. She took a deep, shuddering breath and did as he said, pushing back against him.He pressed forward, a slow, steady pressure. The head of his cock breached her tight ring of muscle, and a sharp, burning pain shot through her. She cried out, her hands clutching at the thick rug, her b
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