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Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

"And then I'm going to take your big, hard cock into my mouth and suck you until you cum in my mouth." She walked into the bedroom, yanked the blinds open, then walked over to the bookshelf. "We need to share this." She took out a GoPro camera, clicked it on, and placed it on the shelf. Then flopped on the bed, pulling her legs open. "After that, we'll talk about fucking my ass."

I shuddered, panting as I watched him work his magical lips on me. His eyes bore into me, dark with raw lust and insatiable need, his nose nudging my clit. Nothing could ever prepare me for this. So sinful. Daxton Cervantes was eating me like I was his last meal on earth before his death. "Yes, Daddy, just like that!" I screamed out, unable to contain the wave of ecstasy that washed over me. He quickened his pace, his thick fingers delving deeper with each thrust, expertly manipulating me, sending unrelenting waves of pleasure surging through my trembling form. My climax was building, and I craved it more than anything.

“Fuck it! I love your cock!” It was too late to take it back because she could see the hurt clearly written on Ariel’s face. Her breathe caught in her throat when Noel pulled at her hair aggressively as he pounded into her. Lorna cried out in pain and pleasure as she and Noel reached climax. AUTHOR NOTE It is a very unique experience to create a story very dear to my heart and get to share it with you! This is my first time writing a smut book so I want as much as possible keep it long like my other books. I still think I am doing a great job as a first timer. I hope it was fun reading this short book just as it was fun for me while writing.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

Her back arched, pushing more of her tit into my mouth, and I could feel the tremor run through her body, her pussy clenching emptily against the sheets. "Damon, please," she gasped, her hands threading through my hair, nails scraping my scalp in a way that sent tingles straight to my cock. I continued lower, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver under my lips. Settling between her thighs, I spread her legs wide, exposing her glistening pussy—swollen lips parted, clit peeking out like a pink pearl, her hole weeping arousal that trickled down to her ass. The sight made my mouth water, and I dove in, my tongue dragging through her folds in a long, flat

Chapter 47 Esmeralda Russia was beautiful. I was yet to learn the language and I would. "Can we go the other side please, handsome please?" I begged Brian and he glared at me. "Just this side and we're fucking done here, si?" I nodded, and we walked to the other rack. It was a book rack. I grabbed a book and my eyes widened seeing what it was for. A smut book. "Didn't know you loved to read these." Brian said, a smile on his lips.

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.

Emma’s heart thundered as he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties. “Lift,” he ordered softly. She obeyed, raising her hips. He peeled the damp cotton down her legs and tossed it aside. Cool air kissed her exposed pussy, already slick and swollen. Alex’s gaze locked there, hungry. “Fuck, look at you,” he breathed. “So pretty and wet for your big brother.” The forbidden word sent a jolt through her. She whimpered. He leaned in, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, stubble scraping deliciously. Higher and higher, until his breath ghosted over her clit. Emma’s hands fisted the sheets.