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The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

“I’d lie in bed, cock in my fist, imagining it was me buried inside you. Making you scream both our names.” Heat flooded my face. I shifted on the bed, the short black dress riding higher up my thighs. His eyes dropped again, hungry. “Cas… this is insane. You’re my stepbrother.” “Stepbrother,” he repeated, leaning closer. Our thighs pressed together now. “Not blood. Doesn’t change how bad I want you. Hasn’t since the day I moved in and saw you in those tiny shorts.” My nipples tightened painfully against the thin fabric of my dress. I could smell his cologne—woodsy and masculine—mixing with the faint scent of beer and party smoke clinging to both of us.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

“Fills me so deep I can feel him in my stomach. Look how stretched I am. Look how wet. This is what you get when you call a woman cold in bed. This is what real want looks like.” Roman groaned like he was dying and came again, flooding me a second time, cock pulsing hard and deep. I felt every thick spurt, the heat of it filling me until it leaked out around his shaft in heavy white streams that ran down my ass and onto the sheets, perfectly framed for the camera and every viewer. He pulled out slowly. I stayed open, legs spread wide, and reached down with two fingers to scoop his cum, holding it up to the lens so the light caught it.

Fantasies of him slamming furiously into me, invading my senses. I wanted him to bounce on top of him like a slut. But here he was, gazing at me like a piece of meat about to be thoroughly chewed. Oh, I wanted it. So I pushed past the barriers, the dos and don'ts that stared me in the face. He was my professor, I shouldn't have had him, but I wanted to. "Are you going to kiss me again?" I whispered into his ear, leaning on my tiptoe. I felt his body tense against me, fueling further the juices that literally leaked through my pussy.

“Something that’d stretch that pretty mouth wide open.” Heat flooded my face and my pussy. I pressed my thighs together, remembering how his dream-cock had felt slamming into me. “Maybe I am.” He stepped around the island, closing the distance until I was backed against the counter. His body heat wrapped around me. He smelled like clean soap and something masculine that made my head spin. Without asking, he sprayed another line of whipped cream along my collarbone, right above the neckline of my tank top. “Oops,” he murmured, not sounding sorry at all. “Let me clean that up.”

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Janet could see Professor Lance sitting on the other side of the bed, stroking his d**k. Janet shut her eyes, trying to clear her mind that was becoming muddled with lust and sex. Everything about this was so wrong, yet her body was reacting to her every touch. Maria pressed her soft lips on hers and toyed with the buttons of Janet's manhandled shirt, pulling it off completely. Janet's p***y clenched as Maria began to kiss down her chest. Finally coming to a resolve internally, Janet pushed her hand through Maria's hair, pulling her closer to her. Janet took both her hands and placed them on her breasts, letting her squeeze them. God, it felt so good.

Chapter 3 The air in the spare room is so thick with the smell of sex it feels like I’m drowning in it sweat, pussy, cum, and pure filthy lust hanging heavy around us. Ayra is still sprawled on the edge of the bed, legs shamelessly spread, her swollen pussy a wrecked, glistening mess. Thick white ropes of my stepbrother’s cum slowly leak from her stretched hole, dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets. That single tear on her cheek hasn’t dried yet, but her eyes are already glazing over again with fresh hunger.

How could I have known, Steven didn't prepped me, and this was my first real interview ever. This day has gotten even worse. My eyes widened and kept flinching, what other worst thing would happen to me now. I had a purse with me, but in it were my phone and the pant I wore yesterday. I couldn't put it on as it still had the sperm of the guy I had a fun time with at the club. Oh my, the way he touched my body and drove me wild, I kept wishing for more. We kept at it till sunrise, right there in the club's restroom. It was the most freakish night of my life and it made me wanting more.