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He laughed, a soft, exhausted sound, and pulled me into his arms, holding me close. “You’re dangerous, Salome. Absolutely fucking dangerous.” I snuggled into his chest, my heart still racing, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of our encounter. “And you,” I murmured, “are exactly what I needed.”The library was silent again, the only sound our ragged breathing and the occasional creak of the old wooden table. But in that moment, it felt like the entire world had been reduced to just the two of us, our bodies tangled, our heart beating as one.

He found something very erotic about how much trust those women had in their partner. He has been planning for Christmas Eve night ever since. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. He had been doing extensive research into all things spanking and BDSM. He wanted to make Christmas perfect. He was going to fulfill his wife's deepest desires and bring her fantasy to life. He knew he was going to want a romantic setting and complete privacy, so what better way to get that than in a remote cabin in the mountains over Christmas? It was the perfect cover and Erica was none the wiser.

Alexa’s breath hitched as she felt every thick inch of him buried deep inside her, stretching her walls in that perfect, overwhelming way. She braced her hands on his chest, and began to roll her hips in slow circles, grinding down on him, loving the way his cock throbbed and pulsed against her sensitive inner walls. Brad’s hands tightened on her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he helped guide her movements, lifting her slightly before letting her sink back down with a wet, obscene sound. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, voice rough and low. “Look at you… riding me like you were made for it. So goddamn wet and tight around my cock.”

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The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

I arch my back, my hips thrusting against his face as I ride out my orgasm. I lie there, breathless and satisfied, my body still trembling from the intense release. Henry moves up my body, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I taste myself on his tongue, and it only adds to the eroticism of the moment. “That was just the beginning, Amanda,” he promises, his hands roaming over my body. “I’m going to make you cum again and again.” I smile, feeling empowered and desired. “I can’t wait.” In the meantime, Freddie pulls his pants down and is now stroking his rock-hard cock, silently watching us.

With each stroke, her hips moved in sync with my touch, craving more of the pleasure I was offering. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she arched her back, surrendering to the sensations that consumed her. Her gasps grew louder, mingling with the rhythm of our bodies moving in unison. The room filled with the intoxicating scent of our desire, a heady mix of sweat and passion. Our hearts beat in harmony, a symphony of love and lust that echoed through the air. With her, nothing else mattered. I was lost with her, and so was she.

I can feel my smile growing at the thought of it. “I am going to be extra nice to my little Kitty. Maybe next time, though, I will just treat you like the whore you are.” His voice is amazing, husky and sultry. I want to hear more. Why is it so perfect, so lovely, and so tempting? It is like a calling, trying to get me to pounce on him. I jump, feeling the sting of his hand hitting my ass. “You are meant to answer me, little kitty.” So perfect, I feel like I am melting.

This time, I call his name as he pounds and pounds until I’m driven to the edge, literally and figuratively. “Xander… Xan…” “I love it when you call my name with that erotic little voice of yours.” He strokes my lips, my cheek, my nose, peppering hard kisses everywhere. “I love your face when you’re being ripped apart by my cock.” His rhythm goes up and up until the headboard bangs against the wall from the power behind his brutal fucking. “But most of all, I love how you take me like a good fucking girl.” I’m not sure if it’s a continuation of the first orgasm or a new one, but his words coupled with his intense touch make me come again.