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I feel the raw, aching need between us. His pace quickens suddenly. His hands lift me up and then slam me down hard. The desk groans in protest beneath us. I scream as my body starts to shake. The pleasure explodes through me like a beautiful firework. He groans right after me. His cock twitches wildly. I feel him spill inside me. Hot cum floods my pussy in thick pulses. The warmth spreads everywhere and mixes with my own juices. That sensation triggers my final orgasm. It arrives as a stunning wave of pure bliss. My pussy milks him dry with rhythmic squeezes. We cling to each other desperately. Romance seals the moment forever. The smut we just shared stands as a testament to our unbreakabl

She instantly picked up her phone and began typing speedily; I looked from her phone to her face. “What are you doing?” “Texting the group.” She replied, following me as I walked into the room. “The Group?” I rose an eyebrow, and she rolled her eyes, not taking it off her phone, her hands still actively going over her keyboard. “Big book energy, Hello, the Smuthood, and spicybooktok; it’s like a group for readers on F******k, I’m telling them I just saw a dark romance stalker character in real life.” “Well, aren’t you being delusional?” I held out two outfits, weighing them on the mirror. “Yes, he might be attractive to you, but he is a psychopath; there’s nothing romantic about it.”

I wouldn’t know since I haven’t had any experience, the urge to tell him nips at me that this is like my first. But I don’t want to ruin the mood with my inexperience but am sure he wouldn’t care if I interrupt him either but then my embarrassing non existent sex Life seems to have catch up on me. It’s going to be fine! Smut books aren’t that far off from the truth, because at the end of the day… They do always fit inside!

I was defeated. She cleared my desk, dropping every book and bible to the floor, I fought the urge to pick them up as I sat her up on it. She smiled, putting her arms up. I pulled the dress over her head, leaving her exposed. Her nipples hardened from the cool air, and I moved closer, brushing my fingers over them. As a teen, I had my fair share of women, but none of them struck me this way, not even the woman I spent years married to. I dropped my pyjama pants and fisted my cock, it was so hard it was pulsing, leaking with pre cum. “Put it in,” Grace ordered, her voice laced with every ounce of sin I wanted to taste.

I absolutely hate when wolves use my full name, but my inner beast is secretly shocked he actually bothered to remember it. He shoves his massive hands into his pockets, towering over my sitting form like some ancient pack deity. His blue eyes drop down to scan the cover of my book—it's a super explicit, feral wolf smut novel. It's my absolute favorite comfort read, the exact book that dragged my wolf into the world of erotic wolf romance. It's basically my version of zoning out after a brutal week. A wicked, dirty smirk spreads across his full lips. "You like dominant alpha kink, pup?"

He chuckled, turning my body so it faced the cameras, giving them a good view of my breasts, cunt, and the lust-crazed expression on my face. His hands curled around my breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft dough. "Damn, he did say your boobs were special, I thought it was just his weird title fetish talking, but damn these guns could bring an alpha to his knees." Then he was cumming, spraying his seed deep inside me before pulling out. My body moaned the loss of his cock as I was turned around, leaning forward slightly. "What are you doing?" He smirked. "If you want me to show you around the pack house, show me around your body too. Give us a show."

I'm such a greedy slut. My flimsy nightgown is slid off my body entirely and I am completely naked for them. I feel so sexy lying on my back with my legs spread open and my breasts are still wet with spit, sensitive from being sucked on. “Look at her body” Liam says softly, moving downward to kiss my flat stomach. “I could play with her forever and not get bored” Ben says with a smirk on his face and he slaps my thigh, the feel of his palm against my bare skin makes my pussy tighten.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

I pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy. I was so fucking wet, and I loved it. I pulled my fingers out and tasted my wetness. It was delicious. I slowly sucked on my fingers like a slut. God, I needed to punish myself. I flung the book away as I used my other hand to grope my tits. I pulled down my panties and thrust two fingers into my pussy. "Fuck!" I let out a moan. I brought my other hand down to my clit and stroked it as I fingered myself.

Warning: Extreme Smut! ************************ Serra’s face flushed at my words. She licked her lips and reached for my c**k again, wrapping her hand around it as she stared down at it… Those lips of hers, I wanted to devour them bit by bit. Her tongue moved, licking the tip. I froze. A chilling wave of pleasure shot through me instantly. Slurp! She sucked. My eyes darkened. "Fvck" I screamed inwardly. Was she sure this was her first time? She looked too damn tempting, too eager… though her hands trembled.