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The three men sat around her, looking at the masterpiece they had shared. She was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, a perfect mix of soft curves and raw, wild energy. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips, knowing that this was a night that would haunt their dreams for a long time. The memory of the weight of her breasts, the tightness of her pussy, and the sound of her loud, messy moans would stay with them forever.

Every woman noticed Sebastian Blackwood. Even at 40 he was still devastatingly handsome. The older he got, the more attractive he became. And now, my stupid attraction on him has been triggered. Wonderful. “So,” he said quietly while sipping his wine. “You caught your boyfriend cheating.” Straight to the point. I looked down at my glass. “Ex-boyfriend.” He nodded once slowly. “How bad was it?” I laughed bitterly. “Bad enough.” I hated how emotional my voice sounded. The memories immediately came rushing back again.

‎ ‎"You could do all that? You could be so f*****g sexy in bed, and yet I had to tame myself for you? I had to lie and regulate the way I f*ck you? Do you know the amount of times I wanted to take you up against the wall?" ‎ ‎He closed his eyes to breathe in, and it looked like it wasn't working. "Do you have any idea how much I have wanted to f'uck you in the bathroom and on the stairs? Do you know how many nights I went to bed beside you, watching you sleep and all I could think about was tying you up, and having my way with you? And yet look at you, being gagged and f****d to f*****g oblivion, writhing and begging for more, while I had to hold myself back."

“I’m not asking. I’m telling you what I need.” He rolled me under him, pinning my wrists above my head, and slid back inside me in one smooth thrust. We moved together slow and deep, the kind of sex that felt like a conversation—every roll of hips, every shared breath saying what words couldn’t. The cabin held us in its quiet isolation, the outside world reduced to distant thunder. For these last days, there were no rules, no mom, no pretending. Just Andrew and me, finally honest in the filthiest, most addictive way possible. And I was nowhere near ready for it to end.

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

Her eyes danced with a familiar look I was now used whenever she was excited. “Hmm babe you know I’m Not a very good liar so I’ll tell you everything then” I smiled. So I began to tell her how I and Chase had the most mind blowing and body shaking sex ever. In all my life I have never had beautiful sex. At least now I can agree with everyone that make up sex is the best sex. Chase used his hands and lips on my body to tell me how he had truly missed me and how I still mean the world to him. I was the happiest person. It is and will always be the best time in my life.

He reached up, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them rough, his fingers digging in, then sliding one hand down to finger her pussy while she kept riding, his thumb circling her clit, making her arch back and cry out even louder. I stood there, watching him fondle my fucking best friend, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the room, and I felt sick, used, like everything we'd had was just a lie. I couldn't hold it in anymore, my voice broke as I whispered, "Alex... Alex!" Tyla's eyes snapped open, she froze for a second, then scrambled off him, her pussy still glistening from how wet she was, his cock shiny and hard, pointing up li

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

I’m still dripping from last night when the elevator doors slide open on the top floor of Apex Tower. My legs feel shaky, like my body hasn’t forgotten the way he pinned me to that hotel mattress and fucked me so deep I saw stars. I told him it was one night only. No names. No strings. Just two strangers chasing the kind of release that leaves you ruined for anyone else. I slipped out before sunrise, heart pounding, already promising myself I’d forget him.

He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.