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**** ~SELENA POV~~ I sat on my bed holding my phone, the book on the screen was tempting my stepbrother. I had never been into romance stories before, but these pas two weeks I had been reading more than usual. The first two chapters were really hot. The male lead and female lead where pinned on the bed fucking intensely. My body was already reacting to it, and I pressed my thighs together. Goodness, I miss Henry's cock so much. I was about to picture him while I touched myself when the door opened. Looking up, I froze to find Zane waking inside.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.

"Nice, son. That's a lot like my experiences. I too had my first sexual experience with a man. In my case, it was one of my teachers, a young man, married. His wife and son were out of town and he was painting the apartment. It was fall, but still hot. He asked for my help. On the first day, he was in loose athletic shorts and as he went up the ladder, I noticed that he had no underwear. He saw me look and said, 'it's too hot for undies. You should take yours off too.' I went to go to the room, and he stopped me. 'It's just us guys, like the locker room, change here.' I did and I noticed him watching me carefully. I was sure his penis got a little hard too. "We took a break later and I notic

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

I gasped sharply as the thick dildo stretched my virgin asshole, the burning ring of muscle protesting hard around the fat shaft. “Fuck… it burns so much,” I whimpered, but I didn’t pull it out. Instead, I pushed back harder, forcing more of the veiny toy deeper into my ass. “That’s my dirty girl,” HotFantasy88 growled through the speaker. “Now bounce on it. I want to see that tight little asshole swallowing every inch. Don’t you dare stop.”

“Look what I have.” “Is this my book?” she giggled as she recognized the cover. “Where did you get this?” “Belkin was telling us how you’re an author. I got a copy. I am very excited to read it. No wonder you are so brave and heroic when you write such stories.” “You do know this is a spicy book.” “Spicy? Cookbook?” “No. Sexy. It’s got a lot of sex in it. The main character has two penises.” “Lucky man! Is the book explicit?” he made wide eyes. “Does he use both penises?”

when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.

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