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Cassia moaned, her knees wobbling. “I want more than moans, Miss West. Name what you feel.” “Pressure. Fullness. Friction. Oh— my— God.” He withdrew suddenly, slapping her ass hard enough to make her cry out. “Wrong. That’s a reaction, not a sensation. Start again.” She whimpered. “Tightness. Throbbing. Nerve stimulation near— the G-spot.” He pushed her forward onto the cold exam table, bent her over, and pressed his body against hers. His hand gripped her throat lightly, holding her still.

Every touch, every breath exchanged, spoke volumes that words could never convey. Goosebumps danced across my skin like a symphony of sensation, each note played by Antonio’s skilled hands as they traced delicate paths along my back. His tongue moved with an artful purpose, igniting sparks of pleasure that sent shivers coursing through me. The sensation was both anticipated and cherished, a mosaic of desire that painted vivid images across the canvas of my mind. My breathing, once steady, now became a ragged melody of anticipation and yearning, syncopating with each touch and movement. The release of each exhale carried with it a tremor that echoed the intensity of our connection.

I cry out, my back arching off the couch. “Yes,” he hisses, approvingly. He holds the toy in place, the dual vibrations—one deep inside, one focused on my most sensitive bud—creating a symphony of sensation that leaves me breathless. “Listen to that sound. The sound of you, coming apart for me.” He leans down then, and I feel the hot, wet stroke of his tongue right beside the buzzing toy. He licks a slow, torturous path through my folds, avoiding the center of the vibration, tasting me, teasing me. The contrast is maddening—the steady, mechanical pulse and the soft, wet, alive heat of his mouth.

Trembling like a wet leaf, her eye rolled to the back of her head, her nose flared up and her lower abdomen tightened. Kennedy didn't let go of her lips, he made her breathless and beg to breathe, her pussy throb in excitement, and her head blurred in ecstasy. The feeling of her choking on air, and her pussy being licked and sucked was too much for her making her cry out and thrust around crazily wanting them to stop but also wanting them to continue. She could feel nothing aside crazy sensations they both were making her feel. Her body burned with fire, her eyes dazed and her five senses focused on what she was feeling.

It burned a deep, insistent stretch that made her eyes water and her toes curl against the table. The ridges dragged inward, textured bumps massaging her from the inside, and she felt every one, the sensation amplified by her arousal-slicked channel. Halfway in, she paused, panting, her pussy gripping it like a vice, the fullness so profound it bordered on pain. *Breathe, just breathe,* she coached herself, one hand dropping to her clit, fingers rubbing frantic circles to ease the intrusion.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 65: Temptation Behind Closed Doors The heat enveloping the both of them is intense. It’s unlike anything they’ve ever experienced before—an invisible fire licking at their skin, drawing them together with primal urgency. Neither of them can understand what’s going on with their bodies. Every sensation has been heightened, intensified to a maddening degree, and she—God help her—can no longer think clearly. Her brain isn’t functioning in any rational way. She isn’t thinking about the consequences, the weight of the choice she’s about to make, or what the fuck she’s doing.

The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt. It was a sudden, searing fullness that made me gasp and arch my back against the shelves. The books dug into my spine, a sharp reminder of where we were, but the pleasure was overwhelming. He held himself there for a moment, letting me adjust to his size, before he began to thrust.

I could see and feel the end of it being depressed and bent this way and that and the sensations were running wild through my body and mind. Gasping at the sensations, a mouth covered my own, and began to kiss me passionately. It teased and sucked my lips until I kissed it back. The sensation was so odd, to feel a mouth on mine but still be unable to see it. A tongue slipped through during the kiss and tangled with mine, inviting me to tame it into submission. Overwhelmed by the sensations flooding my body, I found myself seduced into responding back with a passion that nearly engulfed my being. Feeling my body being maneuvered down flat on the sofa I felt hands spreading my legs apart balan

“That one wasn’t from the needle, was it?” Heat flooded my face. “I… sorry. It’s just… sensitive there.” He didn’t look away. Instead, that crooked half-smile returned, the one that made BookTok girls lose their minds. “It’s okay. Happens more than you’d think in this spot. Your body’s reacting to the vibration. Perfectly natural.” His thumb brushed just below the fresh ink, not quite touching my clit but close enough that my hips twitched. “If it gets too much, tell me. We can take breaks.”

And I couldn't understand why my heartbeats started to act out. When the other side of the bed sank, I began to imagine his next moves. And indeed, I felt his tongue on my earlobes, tracing the folds. I didn't move; I just allowed him to do his way. Then, I felt his fingers sliding under my garters. I waited, and as expected, he pulled my panties down. Since my imagination of Kim already aroused me, I couldn't wait for him to remove my bra. My two peaks were already aching for his touch. But instead, he turned me into a prone position and sucked my honey right away.