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“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

She came with a shuddering cry. We rearranged one last time, everyone was entangled near the fire. I lay on my back on the massive rug. Bella straddled my face, letting me taste her while Dana sucked my cock. Lisa rode Alex beside us. Chris moved between the girls, touching, fucking mouths and pussies in turn. The sensory overload was immense: wet sounds, crackling fire, scent of arousal heavy in the air, bodies slapping, moans rising in harmony. I couldn’t hold back. “I’m gonna come,” I groaned into Bella’s pussy.

She held still, breaths shallow, every nerve alight. Emboldened by her lack of protest, his touch intensified. Bella, in a feigned sleepy wiggle, shifted back closer, her bum pressing against his crotch. She felt it immediately—his dick, fully erect, hard and throbbing through his pants, nestled against her. He gasped, a sharp intake of breath that echoed in the quiet room. Gotcha, she thought triumphantly, a thrill running through her. Now what? Your move, stranger. The tension hung thick, her body humming with anticipation, mind a whirlwind of forbidden excitement.

“This body belongs to us now. We’re going to remold your insides to only know the shape of us, your body will only crave us. You'll be ruined for anyone else.” Julian’s voice was pure gravel. “You’re doing so fucking good, Lexi. Look at you… taking both your Daddies at once. Such a perfect, slutty little princess for us.” They started moving in slow, deep, synchronized thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside me at the same time. The wet, filthy sounds of two cocks stretching my soaked pussy filled the room. I was gone, my mind completely lost in the most intense, overwhelming pleasure I’d ever felt.

It is as if I have control over how other people look at me and have in mind that I am in the business of pleasing people. We had an argument after I reread the document after that and all our arguments end up in bed with me being fucked up senseless. Do I hate it? Hell no! In fact, I enjoy it. Angry sex is the best because there are no inhibitions. We do it as if there is no tomorrow. I don't call myself addicted to sex anymore. I say that it's just that I hadn't met Klaus. He's the man I had been waiting for and he knows what I need and how to give it to me.

You've watched too many wolf movies! "No, I read the novel on your work desk. Don't you like reading books about wolves making love to humans? Beastiality, huh? Want to be eaten by a wolf? Want to be brutalized by an animal?" "That's absurd!" "Oh, my dear. Your taste in reading material will reveal what lies hidden within you. I'm sure you want to be ravished and pounded by a beast, or at least by a man as ruthless as a beast. I'm confident that I can brutalize you. Ah, it must be pleasurable to brutalize this chubby body of yours! Soft and arousing."

So much lame it made me cringe, but I needed to know. “A pair of flannel pajamas. Super sexy, I know, but it’s cold in this house.” With the emojis she sent I knew she was laughing at herself and I couldn’t help but laugh with her. “That’s hot actually. Sexy isn’t always about lace and silk, it’s about how comfortable you look and how that makes you feel. Flannel pajamas pants slide off easily too.” It was my first attempt at taking our talks into another area, a more sexual area.

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

Hell yes, we are. This book is your permission slip to stop overthinking. Forget logic. Forget consequences. Forget whether the logistics of that position actually make sense on a moving motorcycle. (Spoiler: they don’t. But we’re doing it anyway.) Let go. These novellas are built for pleasure. Yours. Whether you’re here for the slow burn or the instant heat, the enemies-to-lovers bickering or the sweet surrender, there’s something inside these pages to curl your toes and leave your pulse a little faster than it was before.

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