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A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

She smiles when something works out for somebody else. She cries when a character dies she’s reading about, and she loves those sex books she calls smut. That’s why she had ordered a lot with Steph before she disappeared. “You know what? I have an idea,” I say and pull up something on my phone from when she ordered things through the app. I notice one of her favorite authors is there on the list, and I decide I know what to get her. I can’t help but smile. I think I will try to do it differently.

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

His hands slid under my hoodie, grabbing my breasts through my bra, squeezing them roughly. “Damian… please… someone will see us…” I gasped, trying to push him away. “Let them,” he smirked, sliding his hands under my bra to pinch my nipples. I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud. My pussy throbbed, my panties drenched with shameful desire. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” he whispered in my ear, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach. “Look how wet you are just from me touching you.”

It was just Hasmik and me in the common lounge, and she was curled up in the oversized armchair with her legs tucked under her, and a book spread open in one hand with a ridiculous grin on her face. If she wasn't gaming, she was reading. Not just any book, either. The smutty kind. The ones with half-naked men on the covers and titles that made me blush, just trying to sound them out in my head. She'd been trying, actively to get me into them. Left one on my bed last week like a trap. A big, glossy cover with glistening abs and a title that screamed bad decisions ahead. I'd stared at it for all of five minutes before shoving it under my pillow like it was cursed.

Patricia turned her head toward me, cum still dripping from her lips, and smiled weakly, her face dripping, and kissed me instant within an heartbeat slow and sloppy. We shared the last load between our tongues, moaning softly in the other's throat. I looked up at the men, cum dripping from my eyelashes. I smiled. “Feel better now, babe?” I laughed through the exhaustion, my voice hoarse as hell. “Yeah… I feel a lot better.” Outside, the gala was probably still going on. Damien was probably still shaking hands and smiling for pictures, completely clueless that his wife and her best friend had just been turned into cum-soaked, piss-drinking sluts by his biggest donors and rival.

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