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Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.

Ryan groaned deep in his chest as his other hand pushed her legs apart as he groped for his c**k. Jessica fought with all her might but it was useless. Completely useless as he began rubbing her p***y with his bulging c**k before he quickly pushed inside of her. Her body jerked and spasmed as his c**k slipped inside of her so easily. She felt herself responding and Mr. Ryan looked down at her knowingly, a smile crossing his handsome face.

“It’s so much… feels good.” “You’re doing perfect,” Cas praised, kissing my neck. “Such a good girl for us.” Damien slowed, holding me still. “You ready for both of us, baby? Double stuffed?” I nodded frantically, beyond words. Cas positioned behind me. Damien held my cheeks spread as Cas pushed in slowly—inch by thick inch into my ass. The burn melted into pleasure. “Fuck!” I cried out, full in a way I’d never been. “You’re both so deep.”

Roman growled, his deep voice dropping into a rough vibration of pure, hungry satisfaction. His slate-gray eyes burned down into hers, darker than she had ever seen them, flashing with a deadly mix of pride and wild lust. He didn't give her a single second to answer. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a fierce, bruising kiss that took her breath away. His tongue surged past her lips without warning, claiming her mouth with an intense, wild hunger that tasted of raw victory and absolute possession. Mila whined against his lips, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back with equal heat, letting the high-stakes corporate rush bleed into pure, raw desire.

I reward Rose with a rough kiss on the mouth, complimenting her that she has done well, and then I move closer to the bed where the adorable trembling Alexander was. “You behaved so badly. That you just have to suffer.” I tell him as I undress. Off comes the suit. I keep only the black boots at mid-thigh. My buxom breasts hang down from my broad shoulders. I caress it and I nod to Rose, she moves closer. “Get him.” I tell her “As you did before.” She does as told. And she likes it, this young bitch. Oh, she does!! “You would like to suck him off every last drop until he’s dry, huh?” I tease her

Isabella sank down onto his thick, bare cock with a broken moan, the stretch delicious and filthy. She rode him hard, hips rolling, breasts bouncing free from the low neckline. Damien gripped her ass, guiding her faster, the wet slap of skin loud in the enclosed space. “That’s it… milk your husband’s cock like the greedy little slut you are,” he growled, teeth grazing her nipple. “Come for me before we arrive.” She shattered twice before the limo slowed, clenching around him as he pumped her full of hot cum. He didn’t let her clean up.

But the slick, shameful heat between my legs told a different story. “That’s it,” Damien growled, his voice rough with lust. “Take my cock like the good little slut you are.” His hips snapped forward, his balls slapping my chin. “You love this, don’t you? Love being on your knees for me.” I couldn’t answer, not with my mouth stuffed full of him, but the way my pussy clenched, the way my nipples ached against the fabric of my bra, was answer enough. Damien pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening with my saliva. He stroked himself once, twice, his thumb smearing pre-cum over the head. “Not enough,” he sneered, his gaze raking over her. “Stand up. Strip. Slowly.”

My breasts bounced with every stroke, nipples grazing Vincent's muscular and hairy legs every few seconds. The double stuffed sensation was intoxicating, a whirlwind of heat and pressure that set every nerve alight. As I rocked my hips down onto Travis, his length hit me deep, a delicious burn that radiated through my core, each thrust sending sparks of ecstasy shooting up my spine. Vincent's cock, salty and musky on my tongue, his girth throbbed against my lips, the velvety skin sliding smooth and insistent as I sucked him deeper, the faint tang of his arousal mixing with the lingering sweetness of the wine we'd shared earlier. The room filled with our symphony--the wet slap of flesh agains

Her breast pressed to his chest, one hand held her by the waist while the other squeezed her a*s as they french kissed. Regardless of what I was seeing, I continued to turn the pages, it was hard not to. And there were even more breath-taking sensual images as I went on. My breathing changed. I felt it—low and steady—that slow bloom of heat building in my stomach. My thighs pressed together instinctively, and my grip on the glossy pages tightened.

She came again, gripping his hair. He stood, freed his massive cock, and lifted her onto a low table. “Tell me to stop.” “Don’t stop,” she whispered. He thrust in deep, stretching her perfectly. Elena cried out as he fucked her hard and fast against the books. The wet sounds of their joining filled the library. He sucked on her breasts through the uniform, leaving wet marks. When he came, he buried himself to the hilt and flooded her pussy. After that night, their secret affair consumed them.