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The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie. I don't know what was more intense for me, his grunts or that Mr. Sinclair was watching us with a satisfied smirk, his own cock bulging at the erotic display. He was stroking the length of his hardened rod, his eyes never leaving mine. "That's it," he purred, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Make her come on your cock." As if on command, I shattered, my pussy clamping down around Desmond like a vice I came with a scream of his name. He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a low groan.

You taste delicious, Elara. I should have been scared. Instead, fresh wetness leaked down my thighs. The addiction grew fast. I started arriving earlier and leaving later. I wore loose dresses with no bra so my hard nipples could rub against fabric while I read. My pussy stayed constantly wet, throbbing for the next memory. The book taught me. It started choosing scenes that matched my hidden desires. One evening it showed a woman being dominated in a dark club. Bound with silk ropes, blindfolded, while different people touched and fucked her. I felt every slap on her ass, every pinch on her nipples, every cock that took turns in her holes.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

I’ve never once tripped over him. “Why, hello to you too.” Lucas looks back down at the book. “Have you read this one? I find this passage very exhilarating.” His voice is slow and breathy, and if I didn’t like books so much, I’d pull it from his cold, dead hands and hit him over the top of the head with it. “I haven’t yet, but if you’re going to crack the spine, you better be buying it.” “Yet? Then I will buy it and will think of you when I finish this sex scene.” He flips the page. “You know, I’ve heard women complain that sex in real life is never as good as it is in books. Obviously, they’ve never been fucked by a vampire.”

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

Selene said with a confusion filled voice. "He must be resting at home. I am going to sleep now. Bye, baby." Brianna cut the call and throws her phone on the couch. In no minute, she was drifted into a deep sleep. ########## Dear readers, I hope you all are enjoying this story. So, I am here to announce an important thing. The upcoming chapters of this book are going to be filled with more torture scenes. Their content is going to be abusive and highly explicit. If any of the readers are against violence, they can quit reading this book. I will appreciate it more if you all leave your reviews and votes. It will help me to write better.

It wasn’t just one scene, it was a compilation of hardcore scenes of orgies, gangbang, bukkake, bdsm, male domination and scenes of punishment. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen, minute after minute of fucking, sucking, spanking and screaming. The wet slapping sounds, loud moans, and dirty talk filled my office. I watched and watched, I lost track of time, my pussy dripping wet as I saw women getting exactly what I wished was happening to me. Every so often, a quick five-second clip of my job interview would appear on the screen. So, from a random woman being choked with a cock, gagging loudly, to me putting my foot into my shoe which already contained a cum-filled condom, or from a slu

I didn't think about how long he was as long as he entered inside me I felt pain. "Ouch!" I couldn't stop moaning. But instead of stopping, he accelerated his riding on me even more. I'm like a sack that was thrown out because of the speed of his coat. The pain I felt earlier disappeared completely and was replaced by tickling and happiness. "Uhm! Uhm! F*ck!" Jacob said. "Oohhh!" I growled. He continued riding me until we both moaned loudly together. My body was tired when we finished. He got up and lit a cigarette. He didn't care about the blanket that fell on the floor so I saw face to face his masculinity still in a standing position even though the war was over.

“You come when the passage ends. Not before.” He continued reading, voice growing rougher as his own control frayed. The denial was torture. My pussy clenched desperately around him, trying to pull him deeper. When he finally reached a particularly filthy paragraph describing raw, animalistic fucking, he dropped the book, gripped both my hips, and gave me exactly what the words promised, hard, fast, relentless strokes that had the ladder rattling dangerously. “Come now,” he ordered. “Come on my cock while the classics watch.”

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”