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* "Just to feel how wet you are..." *With a sultry smile, Stefanie steps closer to Y/N, allowing their hand to rest against the damp fabric covering her soaked slit.* "Go ahead, darling," *she murmurs, biting her lower lip as she watches Y/N's reaction.* *Feeling your hand on my pussy... it drives me wild... Makes me crave your cock even more...* *As your fingers trace along the edge of her panties, Stefanie gasps softly, her body shivering with anticipation.*

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

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” I run my tongue along the lacey edge of her panties, a few inches below her belly button. “You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you agai

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 63: Heat at the Threshold “Hello, handsome,” she purrs, her voice a silky whisper that snakes through the air like smoke from a forbidden fire. The words roll off her tongue slow and smooth, soaked in a sultry undertone that fills the space between them.

“My smell? You mean the one you’re still thinking about even now? Come on, girl. Don’t lie to me. I can see it in your eyes.” I backed up a step. My breath caught in my throat. No one had ever talked to me like that. I felt my nipples tighten under my thin tank top and I hated myself for it. I crossed my arms over my chest like that would hide anything. “Touch me and I’ll scream so loud the whole city wakes up,” I told him, but my voice came out breathy. He smiled. It was small, almost not there. “I’m not touching you yet. But I could. You’re standing right here, shaking, breathing heavily. One word from me and you’d be in my bed before you could blink. And you’d like it, wouldn’t you?”

He smirked, going through the book. "Please stop opening the pages" I begged him, unable to handle the embarrassment. "You shouldn't be ashamed of your desires Lila, if you want something including my dick in your pussy or titties, anywhere.. just ask me and I'm going to make that happen" I can't handle this conversation and him looking at a sex book in front of me, I reached for the book and flung it away from his hands. He took his sharp gaze to me and I gulped nothing down my throat. I think I might be in trouble again.

I groaned deeply, one hand gently threading into her bun, not forcing, just guiding. “That’s it,” I rasped. “Just like that, baby. Use your tongue.” She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. She took more of me, bobbing her head slowly, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Saliva dripped down my shaft as she worked me, her hands stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her glasses fogged slightly. Her bun was coming loose. She looked utterly debauched, an innocent librarian, I guessed on her knees with a stranger’s cock in her mouth, and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

Absolutely not. Furious that I left my phone, laptop, and speaker downstairs, I find myself with nothing to do. Do I have the patience for reading? No. Am I in the mood to read? Also no. Do I have anything else to do? Another no. Sighing deeply, I grab a book, plop down on the bed, and start reading my smutty novel. Smut is probably the last thing I should be reading right now, but it's the only thing available. And honestly, who doesn’t like smut?

God, I had no idea I was such a praise slut, but just hearing him say those words has my ass arching up and my tongue running over my lips in anticipation of his cock. “Show me what you can do with those pouty lips of yours,” he says, letting go of my chin and guiding me to his cock. He’s covered in precum, and the hungry jump his cock gives when I lower my face even further has me gasping in surprise. “Don’t be nervous, baby,” he says, running his hands through my hair and fisting it tight enough to make my scalp sting. “All you have to do is open wide, and I’ll take care of the rest. Just give yourself over to me and let me fuck that sweet mouth of yours.”