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Booke dropped the remaining strawberries in his hands, as well as the honey, to deepen the kiss by placing his hands on the alpha's neck. -Nathan, I'm hot," she said even more flushed. A smile settled on the alpha's lips, walking back towards the hut, and forgetting about the poor strawberries that were left on the sand... and that would possibly remain forgotten if someone didn't go to look for them. -You are very desperate," gasped Booke. -You don't know how desperate. He spread Booke's legs, settled between them and slowly entered, drawing a moan from both. It was pretty good that Booke was in heat, she was too vulnerable being with him and she could use that in her own way.

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-”

I added. I realized that there was no use hiding it anymore. I mean he looked like he already knew, he probably just wanted to hear me say it. We stood there for the longest moment, just staring at each other and when I couldn’t take it anymore I resulted to say; “Are you going to say something?” I was a bit irritated by his silence. “Does it help? The book, I mean.” I scoffed. “You really think reading smut is enough to get me off? No, it doesn’t help.” I spat.

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

And a serpent doesn’t even a tightening in the chest at the thoughts of snitching on the monster. I grit my teeth, forcing my gaze to focus on the book that I don’t notice the presence behind my back until a deep gravelly voice brushes my ear. “Ah. Shakespeare.” He leans in, and I get a whiff of his intoxicating scents, danger, taboo, and expensive leather, reminding me of yesterday when he was buried deep inside me. “Not smut today?” “Yeah, well—” I pause and look back at me. “How do you know it’s called smut?”

A story where the smut wasn’t just for spice, but for depth, for the kind of intimacy that tells you two people aren’t just in love… they belong to each other. 💍 Thank you for riding with them to the very end. This book is now COMPLETED. But their love? That will always live on. With all my heart, Thank you. O.J🖤

Lila Voss lay tangled in her sheets, the soft glow of her laptop the only light in her small apartment bedroom. It was past midnight, but sleeping felt impossible. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she finished the latest chapter of her smutty Kai Lennox fanfiction. __________________________________ ’YN’s butt hit the cool marble of the kitchen counter, a gasp escaping her lips as Kai lifted her effortlessly, settling her on the edge. His dark eyes burned into hers, full of hunger as he gripped her thighs, spreading them wide.

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

The cool air on my heated skin only heightened the sensation. Emma repositioned herself so her head hung slightly off the edge of the bed, her mouth open and inviting. Sophia dove back between her thighs with renewed hunger, sucking noisily on her clit while fingering her deeply. I stood at the edge, guiding my throbbing cock to Emma’s lips. She licked the underside slowly, savoring the taste, before taking me deep into her warm, wet mouth. The heat enveloped me instantly.

Sharon bit her lip and nodded. Beth slid down lower and the other girl parted her legs. Her thick pussy lips framed a wonderful triangle of thin hair that was perfectly groomed. There was moisture clinging to the lips. Inhaling her musky scent, Beth slid her tongue slowly down one side and back up the other, enjoying every piece of sexy pussy she could find. “Oh fuuuuck...” Sharon moaned. Beth sucked on one lip, teasing it with her tongue and then the other. “That’s so fucking amazing, Beth...” Her clit was throbbing and ready to be touched, and Beth grazed the underside gently with her tongue, sending Sharon almost bucking off the sheets they were soaking.