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This was crossing a line we could never uncross. “Tell me,” he growled, biting my neck harder. “Tell me how much you love your best friend’s fingers in your pussy.” “I love it,” I moaned, voice shaky and needy. “God, Ryan, I love it so much. I’ve touched myself thinking about you so many times. I’m such a dirty girl for wanting this.” He kissed me again, swallowing my moans as he added a third finger. The stretch burned beautifully. I was so close already, trembling on the edge. My thighs shook around his wrist. The pressure built fast and overwhelming, like a dam about to break.

Just pure, exaggerated, mind-shattering bliss in the arms of Kang Min-jae. His free hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back so he could trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks I knew I’d treasure forever. “Tell me how you want it,” he growled against my pulse point, fingers never stopping their relentless assault on my throbbing core. “Tell me every dirty fantasy you’ve had about me… and I’ll make them all come true. Right here. Right now.” I was lost. Completely, deliciously lost in him.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

One hand in her hair, pulling her head back so she had to watch us in the mirror: my face tight with rage and need, her body jolting with every thrust. I pictured Alexandra in her place. Alexandra’s dark hair wrapped around my fist. Alexandra’s ass reddening under my palm. Alexandra coming around my cock with my name on her lips. The fantasy snapped something inside me. I came with a low, guttural sound—violent, emptying, furious. I filled the condom, hips jerking, vision tunneling. When it was over, I pulled out, disposed of the evidence, uncuffed her. She turned, eyes glassy, smiling like she’d won something.

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.

My pulse raced as I slipped into the bathroom, closing the door but not bothering with the lock since I didn't mind getting caught by one of them. Hot water on full blast, I stepped under the spray, letting it pound against my back. The steam filled the air quickly, fogging everything up, and I grabbed the soap, lathering up my body slowly, my hands gliding over my breasts and pinching my nipples until they hardened. Fuck, I was horny. My mind went straight to the twins. Alex first, his dark hair, that scar above his eyebrow, and the way he'd look at me sometimes like he wanted to devour me. In my fantasy, he had me pinned right here, against the shower wall, his cock slamming into me relent

Sighed as heat enveloped me to my neck, bubbles parting around my curves. Eyes closed, reliving Daddy's tit brushes, Jake's thigh grind. Hand drifted down, fingers parting bubbles to trace my slit—slick even in water, clit swelling under pad of finger. Circled slow, pressure building, other hand cupping a tit, pinching nipple. Moaned low, hips lifting water slosh. "Daddy... touch me," whispered to the steam.