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"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

I could feel his presence at my back—tall, warm, the faint rustle of his cassock as he moved closer. I kept reading, line after line about denying the body, about offering suffering to God, about the dangers of self-indulgence. My voice shook on the parts about “touching oneself in secret” and “fantasies that defile the soul.” By the time I reached the end of the first page I was breathing faster, nipples tight against my dress, the ache between my legs worse than it had been all day. Father Chris stepped around the table so I could see him. He leaned down, one hand resting on the open book, the other hanging loose at his side. His eyes locked on mine.

Her lips parted, her teeth grazing her lower lip as she bit down, her nipples hard. The sight of her fingers working her wet, willing flesh drove him to the brink of madness. His own hand mirrored hers, stroking furiously, his skin slick with sweat and precum. He could imagine the feel of her, the impossible softness, the searing heat, the way her body would clench around him. His mind spun a web of vivid, illicit fantasies. He saw her hand on him, her fingers stroking his length. He saw her lips, red and parted, closing around the head of his cock.

* The fantasy merged with the comments, one reader painting a scene of Jax returning, finding her like this, phone in one hand, fingers buried in the other, then joining, making her squirt across the keyboard. Her orgasm hit sudden and fierce, back bowing off the bed, a strangled cry escaping as her pussy spasmed, fresh wetness soaking the sheets. She rode it out, reading the flood of shared depravity, each one a spark to her sated but insatiable fire. Panting, Zelda dropped the phone, a wicked smile curving her lips. The tease worked readers hooked, fantasies unleashed in the comments below. Jax had left her marked, but this? This was her claiming the narrative. Drop yours now. What's your

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

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With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’

I want him to. "Baby, where are you?" Oh, shit! Is that...? Joan's shadow stumbled upon us. AUTHOR'S NOTE Hello my lovely readers, I hope you're enjoying this book. I try to make it as spicy and as hot as I can. Please leave a comment on this chapter. Don't forget to support with your precious gems. Get ready to get that slutty pussy wetttttt!

Surprised look, "No, I'm not. A lot of people say that when I tell them I'm not into sports. I like sports, the strategy and stuff. But not all the drama about the teams." "So, what are you into?" He reaches into his bag and my world changes. A book. The man reads. And more. It's the third book in the current bestselling sword and fantasy series. He holds the book half our of the bag like it smells bad. "This right now." My pulse quickens. Suddenly, Travis, the dweeb became a much more promising project. "You read fantasy?" He's checking my face, waiting for the mocking. "Yes." I take the book from his hand.

He always hoped that. She didn’t understand why though. They had established long ago that they didn’t share the same sexual tastes. George was a sadist… his fantasies involved pain, dominance, and extremes she had no interest in… she told him that. Charlotte didn't mind pain in the sense that she liked rough and dirty sex. She liked intensity, passion, and fire. And yes, she had forbidden fantasies tucked away in her mind… things that could be done to her… But she didn’t want them with George.