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I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

This story is intended for adults aged 18 and older and contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. Readers should be aware that it includes depictions of gay sexual activity, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, cruising, public sexual encounters, power-exchange and submissive/dominant dynamics, explicit sexual language, and descriptions of consensual sexual acts between adults. All characters depicted in sexual situations are adults. This work is presented as fiction and is intended solely for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

When I'm done in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of white wine, savoring the tangy scent that rises from the glass. My eyes drift over to my bookcase in the living room, and I pad towards it. I let my hand caress the spines of several books before I halt at the one I am currently reading. It's a dark romance with heavy smut, gory violence and a male lead so morally grey you could call it pitch black. Love it!

Stifled laughter, ironic applause follow me as he ascends a staircase, his assured steps echoing on the wood. Shame is an acid that flows through my veins. Hotter than latex, sharper than handcuffs. I am the echo of the screams they tore from me, the taste of semen and dried tears on my skin, the living memory of violation and forced pleasure. The door opens and then slams shut with a dull thud, suddenly isolating the world. The noise of the party becomes a distant murmur, muffled. The air changes. It is cooler, calmer. I sense leather, wood, and… sandalwood. His scent.

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

**** ~SELENA POV~~ I sat on my bed holding my phone, the book on the screen was tempting my stepbrother. I had never been into romance stories before, but these pas two weeks I had been reading more than usual. The first two chapters were really hot. The male lead and female lead where pinned on the bed fucking intensely. My body was already reacting to it, and I pressed my thighs together. Goodness, I miss Henry's cock so much. I was about to picture him while I touched myself when the door opened. Looking up, I froze to find Zane waking inside.

And for almost as many years I had carried the same secret fantasy: being bent over one of these tables, skirt pushed up, mouth used until I couldn’t speak, while the rare books watched in silence. I never told anyone. I barely admitted it to myself in daylight. But after midnight, when the building belonged only to me, the fantasy sat closer to the surface. I shifted in my chair, thighs pressing together under the modest black skirt I always wore for work. The movement made the silk of my underwear brush against skin that was already too warm. I ignored it and turned another page. The soft click of the outer door lock made my head lift. Footsteps. Measured. Familiar.

Most people that meet Autumn and Wynter always fall in love with them and Regina was no exception. Back then when they were still small, Regina and her coworkers would take them off my hands and let me do my shopping without any distractions. "I guess that you are getting your regulars?" She winked at me making me laugh. Yeah, I was obsessed with reading smutty and spicy books . The ones that make toes curl, thighs clench in shock and pressure and make someone take a breather because they couldn't handle the hot sex scenes. "Yeah and some of these books on the list." I handed her the list and watched as she perused through it.

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.