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She could barely keep up with my passion, even though she was trying to dominate me. Suddenly, she pulled away, stunning me and making me crave more. She sat up and smiled down at me, making me roll my eyes. “You are playing with fire, baby,” I said and grabbed her thigh, then stroked the lace materials of her socks. “What if I want to get burned,” Sandy said and started to roll her hips, grinding my cock.

She keeps sucking and humming, and stroking that perfect spot; my hips dance with it as tiny sweet sparks zip through my veins. It feels too fucking good. It makes me dizzy. My hips grind against her face on their own. The black-haired girl rides my face faster, moaning and cussing as I suck on her clit. I feel surrounded, overwhelmed, and so fucking used in the best way. My whole body is hot and aching, every lick and suck pushing that deep pressure higher until I’m shaking. Cairo leans forward. “You don’t have to hold back, baby. I want to see you fall apart.”

“She feeds on cracks.” Serena met his eyes, her chest tightening. “Maybe she doesn’t have to try very hard.” His gaze darkened, his fingers sliding to the back of her neck, drawing her close enough that her pulse stuttered. “Careful,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “You’re starting to sound like you don’t know if you want to kiss me… or slap me.” Her lips parted, her words lost somewhere between defiance and desire. And then, just as suddenly, he stepped back, the warmth severed.

A former lodger in the room? I picked up the book, happy that I had found something to do, and lay on the bed, flipping through it. It seemed like a normal college romance, but I quickly found out that it wasn't so. If anything, it was extremely spicy, and I glanced at the cover again, innocent, but its contents were not. I continued reading through, intrigued by the way the characters were portrayed and the more spicy scenes I read, the more strange I felt. Was I getting... Wet?

Chelsey "You’re so tight," he murmurs. "But you’re loosening up so good for me. Feel that?" I do. The burn is fading, replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure. It is a profound shift, the discomfort melting into a satisfying fullness that hummed with potential. My thoughts spiral again: This is intense. I never thought I’d like this, but his touch is driving me insane. I need him inside me there. "Julian," I moan. "I’m ready. Do it."

With one hand on her breast and the other guiding himself, he pressed into her—slow, insistent, unrelenting. Her sleeping body seemed to instinctively tighten around him, a slow, deep stretch that resonated through her core. She gasped—the sound sharp and raw, her eyes fluttering beneath closed lids. Her walls clenched around him, and he moaned as he pushed deeper. The heat enveloped him, a liquid fire that gripped him tight. Every inch deeper was a slow burn, an exquisite friction that made him groan. He bent to kiss her, tongue slipping between her parted lips. When his tongue slipped between her lips, she tasted like something pure and untouched, like sun-warmed honey. She tasted like som

I licked my lower lip and looked at him seductively. He gripped my hair and then claimed my lips. I felt him biting my lips over and over again, to the point that I can now feel the taste of metal in my mouth. His mouth fell on my chest, and he sucked it both like a lion, so angry at his prey. His eyes are burning, and I anticipated all of his touches, even if they were harsh and rough. All the more I want it. He had just finished on my chest when he pulled me into his body and then claimed my lips again. A moan escaped from my mouth when he lifted me up and slapped my butt five times.

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”