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I was fucking aroused. Picturing last night's scene, water dripping down his nude body, looking like a male god, made me moan yet again. I pushed my index finger in, through the material. The water rained down harder. I bit on my lower lip, as I pictured him going down on me, his fingers working magic on my pussy.

I used the one tool I had to lure her here: her curiosity and that damn serial killer discussion group I infiltrated. I leaned in close to her and whispered, “There’s no escape. Once we’re alone, you’re mine.” * * * Her scream came out as a hiss of air, and I couldn’t resist adding to her suffering. To see the arrogance in her eyes, for all the times she laughed and put me down, to be outweighed by the power I now held over her. “Relax. This is your secret fantasy... a kidnapping Jeffery Dahmer style.” The effect I had wanted showed in the widening of her eyes, but she slumped down in the seat, unable to get her arms and legs to work. Payback was bliss.

He was looking at her again and again to see her smile. Bella stopped by the lingerie shop. She was using new pairs which Amanda had but it's not her taste. Alexander pushed her inside the store and walked behind her. Salesgirl approached her. "Welcome ma'am... May i know what would you like to see... And your size." "34D..." Bella answered. Alexander looked at her breasts with smirk. "Good." He said and her face turned red. "I like flesh" "God!" Bella covered her face and walked away from him.

His dark eyes searched mine, waiting for an answer. I hesitated, glancing around nervously. The knot in my stomach tightened, and for a fleeting second, I thought about Dante. What if he found out? What if this—this one night of rebellion—came back to haunt me? No. I shoved the thought away. Just for tonight, I didn’t want to think about consequences. Still, I swallowed hard before answering. “Water is fine.” Bella groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. “Oh, come on! Don’t be such a prude.” She said, slapping her forehead. “sex on the beach for me.”

Bella found herself laying on top of Kai in the middle of a clearing in the woods. She is naked, as he shredded the shirt she was wearing. His torso is bare and his pants are unbuttoned. He is like an insatiable beast who wouldn't stop. She is deliciously sore between her legs. He kept taking her in different positions as if he couldn't have enough of his favorite dessert. As if the marks he left on her body that morning are not enough, he added more to them. Her body is a peppered with bruises that ranged from a lighter shade of pink to an angrier shade of red. But the orgasms he has given her are worth it anyway. It felt good. After a long time, she felt at peace.

"I need to know so I can prevent the same shit from happening again." "What fucking shit?" "Fucking and impregnating her." she blurted. I sighed, closing my eyes and rubbing them. "What, you finna have white Lil Kai next?" she asked. "Imani...." "You already have Hispanic Lil Kai." She added. I clenched my jaw as I stared at my laptop screen. "You the most strict and devoted 'Black Lives Matter' community defender I have ever met. Yet you explore your sexual fantasies with women from other races?" I curled my hand into a fist.

Whiskey was screaming my name. Bella unfolded herself real slow, stretching like she knew I was watching every second. The shirt shifted, slid higher, and gave me another flash of bare hip. My mouth went dry, like instantly. “How did it go with Mr. Hale?” Her voice came out all soft and raspy, the kind that slides down your spine and parks itself in your dick.

She'd never seen red chest hair before and felt an urge to reach out and run the palms of her hands over it. She pulled off her polo shirt and carefully placed it on the end of the bed. She was wearing the black nylon bra that she'd just bought and the sheer material tinted the image of her nipples and aureoles. Christopher's eyes moved from one breast to the other and she felt her nipples harden beneath his gaze. He groaned softly and hesitantly began to undo his jeans. When he pulled them off his boxer briefs outlined a magnificently thick and hard penis that curved across his body.

“Are you out of your mind? This isn’t confidence, this is arrogance!” After dating Felix for two years, I had thought he was just a bit macho. Now I saw he was a fraud. Thinking about having been with him, I felt foolish. My taste had been so low. I had actually fallen for a man like Felix Gray. In my previous life, after I died, I discovered that Felix had been involved with Bella while we were together. When Bella first started livestreaming on short video platforms, she walked the line of risqué content. Behind the scenes, Felix loved watching it to satisfy his desires.

*This is so wrong… I shouldn’t…* But the aching need between her legs won. Bella curled into the corner of the large leather couch in the living room and pulled the throw blanket over her lap. She parted her thighs and slid her hand down. She was still slick with Julian’s cum and her own frustration. The first touch to her swollen clit made her bite her lip hard. She closed her eyes and let the forbidden fantasy take over. Jax. That tall, powerful body. Those strong hands. That commanding presence. The way he sometimes looked at her when he thought she wasn’t watching. She imagined him standing right there in the dark, watching her touch herself like a desperate slut.