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Sophie“Fuck, fuck.” My body moved on its own into Bruce's lips. I couldn’t bear the intense pleasure.I felt his mouth leave my pussy lips, and I raised my head up, my vision swimming, to see him pull off his gloves with a sharp, clinical snap.My eyes watered as the cool air hit where his heat had just been. Without a word, he leaned back over me, his expression unreadable and focused, and slipped a long, steady finger into my wet, aching heat.I let out a broken sob, my hips stuttering against the mattress. He didn’t stop there. His other hand moved up, heavy and possessive, to cup my breast. He squeezed firmly, his thumb dragging across the peak until it was a hard, throbbing point of agony and want.Then, he leaned down.His teeth grazed my collarbone before his mouth found my nipple. He licked and nipped, a sharp little sting that made me gasp, before he immediately soothed it with his hot, swirling tongue.He began to suckle, drawing the entire areola into the heat of his mouth

SophieThe air in the room shifted from tense to predatory. Bruce didn't hesitate anymore; the brother mask had finally cracked, leaving behind a man who looked like he was starving. He reached out, his large hands anchoring onto my waist, and pulled me flush against him.Ryan didn't move to help. Instead, he slowly backed away, sinking into his seat with a dark, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He crossed his arms, his eyes hooded as he prepared to watch the spectacle I had practically begged for.I felt the heat of Bruce’s breath against my neck before his mouth found my skin. I tilted my head back, my gaze locking onto Ryan’s. Seeing him watch me like that and seeing the hunger in his eyes while Bruce laid claim to my body sent a jolt of pure lightning to my core."Ryan..." I moaned, his name slipping out of my lips like a mantra.Bruce stopped abruptly, his head snapping up. He looked at me, his eyes black with a mix of jealousy and lust, then glanced back at Ryan."Take me,"

NanaSpending nights thinking about a masseur you met just once was a bad habit. But when have I ever said I had a good habit?I had always dreamt of being touched every day by different men. I didn't like being touched twice by the same man, variety was the only thing that kept me interested— so I tended to book different masseurs every single time I went for a massage.But Conan's hands felt so good, they were an addiction I didn't want to break. For the first time, I wanted only one pair of hands on me.I walked into the spa, the scent of eucalyptus and lavender already making my skin itch for his touch. I headed straight toward my private massage room; I had booked Conan again for today, so I knew my way by heart now.He was already waiting for me when I walked in. He bowed gently, a professional yet knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.Without a word, I turned around and pulled my clothes off, letting them drop in a heap. Grabbing a plush white towel, I laid face fla

Ria povI knew I didn't need therapy. I was perfectly sane, or at least that’s what I told myself until my eyes fell on Doctor Tim. Since that day, I had been stalking him like a total psycho.I first saw him when he was visiting a patient in my neighborhood. A little bit of digging…. okay, it was quite a lot of digging and I found out he was a therapist working at a hospital thirty five minutes away from my office. And so, here I was.I sat in the plush chair, a vibrator plug humming deep inside me, buzzing against my skin. I focused on his face, pretending his low, melodic voice wasn't doing a thing to me while the vibrations threatened to shatter my composure.“Are you with me, Ria?” Doc Tim’s voice broke through the haze, snapping me out of my trance.I gripped the armrests, my breath hitching as a fresh wave of heat rolled through me. “Of course, Doctor. I’m listening.”He adjusted his glasses, leaning forward slightly. “You seemed a bit distant. Tell me, are there any other prob

The room felt like it was shrinking, the only sound was the wet, rhythmic slide as I took him in. Tim’s breath hitched, a low, gutteral sound vibrating in his chest that told me his professional composure was officially dead and buried."That's it," he growled, his fingers tightening in my hair, guiding my movements with a firm, relentless pressure. "You’ve been so hungry for this, haven't you, Ria? All those hours watching me from your car, following me through the hallways... this is what you wanted."I was never a fan for all this dirty talk, but Tim hoarse vibrating voice made me feel things.He began to thrust slowly, his hips meeting my face with a steady, heavy force that made my eyes water.I could feel the pulse of him against my tongue, the sheer size of him stretching my jaw until it ached, but I didn't pull away. I couldn't. The need that had driven me to follow him was finally being fed, and the taste of him was more intoxicating than any fantasy I had cooked up in my hea