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I drain him dry, from base to tip, watching as the last drops fall upon the holy items. It is a dirty, taboo sight that makes my pussy throb once more. He pulls me down after, his cum-smeared cock pressed against my thigh. We lay there, breathing heavy, the chapel smelling of sex. My body aches in the best possible way; vows are shattered on the altar. I kiss his neck, tasting salt and the knowledge of this sin binding us.

But then something shifted, her eyes locked on mine, and before I could even process, she leaned in and kissed me, soft at first but then harder, her lips pressing like she meant it, and I froze for a second, then kissed back because why not, it felt good, distracting from the pain. She pulled away just enough to whisper, "Ava, let me make you feel better," and then she was on me, jawing at my neck, biting and sucking hard, making me gasp, "Riley, what the oh goodness gracious ," my hands grabbing her shoulders, pulling her closer because the heat was building fast, chasing away the cold ache Jax left. We kissed again, messy, her tongue in my mouth, me moaning into it, and she slid her hands

I need to groan, scream out my pent-up desires. My brain is foggy as he continues the fucking massage, rubbing my pussy until the sloppy sound is loud enough to deafen us. Until his fingers are thickly coated with my precum. “Just as I imagined you.” He mumbles against my neck and kisses the spot. “Now, feel this.” I feel the thick length of something running down the length of my butt crack. Then I see it! Black cap! Thick, black cap! My eyes pop to the fat size of his cock when he slips in!

When he pulled back, his eyes were pitch black with desire. He shifted his weight, positioning himself between my thighs. "Last chance to run, little princess," he murmured against my lips. "Don't you dare stop," I whispered back, my voice trembling with urgency. He pushed forward, sliding his cock into me in one deep, forceful stroke. A sharp gasp ripped from my throat, my eyes widening as the overwhelming sensation filled me completely. It was intense, almost too much to bear, stretching me in ways I had never felt before.

She ran her fingers through my hair, her eyes full of love and pure ecstasy. I guided Sarah into position, her back pressed against the cold sink behind her. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back. I lined up the throbbing head of my cock with her dripping opening and pushed forward. The moment I breached her tight entrance, Sarah let out a sharp gasp, her back arching off the vanity. I was buried to the hilt inside her, feeling her inner walls clenching me, trying to milk me for everything I had.

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She was moaning with pleasure, riding the old man like it was the best sex of her life. Gray was so disgusted he broke up with her right then and there. Didn’t give her a chance to speak. What was there to say? That sight was more than enough. She didn’t deserve to be his wife. What made it worse? Her stepfather was married to her mother. The man she was riding was seventy-five years old. She was twenty-six. He was practically her grandfather. That memory destroyed Gray. It ruined his mental health and killed his sex drive. For months, he felt nothing but revulsion.

I said quietly. “Of course he did,” Ivy replied. “Nathan has spent years convincing himself he doesn’t want you. His mind is telling him one thing but his body is telling him something completely different. That kind of internal conflict would terrify anyone.” “His mind might not want me too” I lay back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. My heart was still racing and I could feel arousal thrumming through my veins like electricity. Every time I shifted my legs the friction against my sensitive flesh made me bite back a moan.

/LUKE/ I sat on the edge of my small bed, staring at the walls. It had been three days since I left Chase’s luxury apartment, and I had finally stopped trying to lie to myself. I wasn't gay—I still liked girls—but I had officially experienced what I could only call a hole awakening. I wanted Chase’s dick. More than that, I wanted to feel the weight of his balls slapping violently against my ass cheeks just like I had seen in his bedroom.