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FORBIDDEN FLAMES 2 ARIA’S POV The text from Serena arrives just as I flip the café sign to CLOSED, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty space. My hands still tremble from the day, every customer interaction felt like a distraction from the memory of her mouth on mine yesterday, her fingers teasing me to the edge in the storage closet before pulling back with that wicked smile. "Not yet," she whispered. "We savor the sin." The words have haunted me all shift, making my panties soaked, my nipples hard against my bra, every brush of fabric a reminder.

I gasped, my breath hitching as the tip of his tongue slowly traced along my sensitive lips. I buried my fingers in my hair, my eyes rolling back as he nipped gently at my swollen flesh before circling my clit with his thumbs. The sensation made my toes curl and my back arch helplessly. While Adrian ate me out, Scott and Damien lavished attention on my breasts, drawing shaky breaths and quiet whimpers from my lips. Adrian pushed his tongue deeper into my hole as Scott rubbed slow circles over my clit, making my body twitch beneath their touch. I tangled my fingers in Adrian’s hair, pulling him even closer while he stretched my walls with his tongue, refusing to let me escape the overwhelming

I would be introducing another book here to this book, just a few chapters, if you're interested, read the book up. It's called; Dangerous Affairs with my body guard, also a BL book. The last chapter of this book; I know what you taste like will be at the end of this book. So if you're not interested in the new book I'm introducing you can skip to the last chapter. Thank you so much!

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

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.

My Wife's Dirty Fantasy (6) In the days after that Christmas night out, I couldn’t stop thinking about Grace and Jordan. I kept thinking about how far they’d already gone—him sucking her tits in the car, fingering her in the back of a taxi, her on her knees, sucking his cóck like it was nothing. It was insanely hot, and dangerous as hell.

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

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.