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ick slowly entering my body. At the moment of his full penetration, an unparalleled sense of satisfaction engulfed me. I have you now, Bud. This thought greatly excited me. I began to slowly sway my hips. "Catherine, ah," Bud moaned, his face turning red. "Mark me, Bud. We are mates, aren't we?" I whispered like a seductive demon, leaving wet kisses on his ear. "Catherine, my Catherine, if this is what you want, I can." Bud caressed my neck, simultaneously f.ucking me and kissing my neck.

"Jeez! Girl. You need some serious lectures on Seduction. You know what I mean, right? 'How to have him wrapped around your fingers'." "Goodness! Brinda." I said, "I know what Seduction is so thank you. I think I will do just fine." "Are you sure? Because you look like you haven't even tasted a co…" "Brinda?" I said, cutting her off, "I'm fine." She nodded before another mischievous smile crossed her lips and she started blurting again. "Oh and I have multiple Lingeries you can choose from. I can even show you how to show them off when…"

Stella didn’t even realize that she was seducing him with the way she was touching her body. Sebastian yanked her closer to him. His light brown eyes pierced into her soul. As he intake her beautiful face and her seductiveness he felt something in his heart that he had never felt before. It was warm, and it was circling around his beating arteries. Something that was sweet and tasty. He can feel it seeping through his body. It was feeling good. He let out a soft voice, “I have a lot of women before, but I have never seen one as beautiful as you. Or, as sexy as you. You will be mine tonight."

My body betrays me and lets him in. I'm tasting him. It's delicious. That's the word I can use to describe his mouth. It's like we're both struggling to devour the other faster. Then I win, I think. I lower my back to the ground, knees on the floor and undo the rest of his belt. This will be great for Never Have I Ever. I'm sure by now my conscience is dead since it doesn't bother reminding me how wrong this is. I don't wait for revival, I steady one hand on his thigh, the other on the base of his cock then slowly wrap my lips around the head.

And in one fearless move, she slid off her black dress, exposing her white skin to him. He watched her, not saying a thing. Damn, he loved how he went to her in the first place, and how she did not withdraw from him when he made that move in the bathroom. "Come on," her voice revived him. He beamed and sauntered to the bed where she sat like a divinity. Even half naked, her figure was seducing: the exact kind of woman he wanted in his life. For himself. But this woman might have a man and wanted just pleasure for the night. Fuck it! He didn't care, he would fuck her for the night, and let her be from the next morning.

Soft music from the hidden speakers echoed across the room but couldn’t hide the hushed whispers and excited giggles from the ladies seated in front. Today was the day. The beautiful bride walked up to the altar trembling with anticipation and determination and her father right beside her; this was the day she had been waiting for. Even as she was serious, she couldn’t help but take glances at the decor that Beverly had chosen. It was beautiful. As she let go of her father’s hand, Arya went up to the altar and stood in front of Ryker, her bridesmaids behind her.

Brent coule not believe his luck that Sierra would just be unconscious waiting for him to punish her! He slowly admired her body as he took her cloths off. What delicate skin! Brent smiled to himself. He also took his clothes off and readied himself by hovering over her body. He caressed her legs up her hips over her stomach. He lingered on her perky breasts and tweaked her nipples to harden them to pointy nubs. He could feel that her body was shuddering under his touch. He smirked to himself as he bent down and took her nipple into his mouth and moaned at the taste of her in his mouth.

he sighed, surrendering, while mechanically rearranging his messy hair into the same messy look. “Seems like the big bad wolf is putty in my hands,” I teased while grabbing a fistful of his thin dress shirt, brining him closer to me so his lips would go back on mine. A disturbingly arousing growl was all the answer I was given before he made sure to show me just how much I, too, was affected by him. This was an alpha’s seduction, baby, and alphas do not fail.

They are not wrong, anyway. I looked at myself in the mirror. A lady wearing a dress with no make up on. Just bare... Me. Who am I to even meet the eyes of the Alpha? When I came back, I made sure to hide in the shadows, so no one would try to look at a maid. So no one would be interested in me even though I know I'm not interesting. The music swelled around me as the alpha walked and dance with every girl and each of them seemed to have forgot breathing once they made contact with him. Polite, yes. But distant, cold, and not a glimpse of smile was seen from him.

Mateo’s penthouse was quiet, too quiet. The skyline outside stretched wide and glittering, a sea of lights like jewels scattered over black velvet. But instead of comfort, it brought him agitation. He sat before the wide glass, a tumbler of whiskey untouched on the low table, his fingers tapping impatient rhythms against the armrest.