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And I watched with delight when his whole body twitched and pre-cum leaked from the tip and dripped onto the sheets. The beautiful sight before me made my own cock to throb painfully in my pants. "If you say please, I will give you exactly what you want," I informed him. Silence dwelt between us for only a fraction of a minute before he spoke again. "Please," he forced out. A smile curved the corners of my lips at his desperate plea. I dropped the tools. "Good boy," I said and climbed onto the bed behind him to spread his cheeks wide. "Please," he begged.

Grace asked as she leaned closer. “Konstantin is a proud sweet tooth. He hates coffee because it’s bitter so he adds a lot of sugar but he takes it because it’s a pleasurable pain. He has a weak spot for animals especially cats but he can’t keep them because he is barely at home to take care of it; he loves children, his intelligent and funny when he wants to be and I think he doesn’t have any friends outside his family. Konstantin is cold on the outside but inside his as soft and sweet like tiny round pancakes and I find it cute.” Ebony confessed as Grace grinned and looked at her Ebony.

This time. It was built to last.

I remembered vividly the tears caught on her lashes, the way she bit her lip when she called my name, and how soaked she was. After tossing and turning until 3:00 am, I finally opened the toy I had bought. It was imported from Jandor and advertised as 99% realistic. Even with lubricant, the experience felt hollow. The moment I tried using it, Julianne's face appeared in my mind. The more I thought about her, the more artificial the silicone felt. Silicone was still silicone. It had no warmth, reaction, or that softness the moment one touched it. Cussing inwardly, I tossed the toy aside and leaned back against the headboard, lighting a cigarette.

he said, staring at my wet cunt before flooring the gas. We got to his place fast. The house was pure minimalist luxury,tall glass windows letting in natural light, sleek white and grey furniture with clean lines, expensive art on the walls, marble floors that felt cold underfoot, a massive open living area with a fireplace and views of the city. No clutter, just sophisticated money and space built for fucking.

The throne room was built to destroy confidence. Lyra understood that the moment the doors swung open and swallowed her whole. Everything in it had been designed with a single purpose, to make whoever stood at its center feel small, insignificant, and utterly without options. The ceilings climbed four stories high with iron chandeliers dripping with black candles. The walls were dark stone carved with the history of Silver Claw Pack in brutal relief, wolves mid battle, wolves mid kill, wolves standing over the fallen bodies of enemies with their heads thrown back in victory. The floor beneath her feet was polished obsidian that reflected the candlelight like still black water.

A slow stir of pleasure was drumming around me despite the pain that gripped at me. His mouth nibbled on my neck. "How does it feel, Sia?" His tone was unfathomably low and thick. "Hmm," my eyes turned to him dreamily. "I like the way your pussy clench my dick," he said to my ears, "like it feels right to be inside you." He continued. "I never knew a pleasure like this existed," I gasped when he forced in a slam. Though painful, it was spiced with pleasure. He looked into my eyes, "want me to come harder?"

Building something real. One unglamorous decision at a time.

I don't know if it is because she told me that she loves me or because I have a surprise for her back home that I think she will like. I head out of my office and say goodbye to the employees in the new construction department who are working really hard this weekend. They are the only employees at work today because, well there is still a lot to take care of work to take care of. I appreciate their devotion towards this project and there will be a token for them at the end of this month on their paychecks. I have to keep them motivated if we are going to be together through the long process of ship building.

She loved the way he dominated her, the way he took everything she had and still demanded more, turning her into a shaking, needy creature that only existed for his pleasure. The friction built into a blinding heat, a coil of tension in her gut that tightened with every slam of his hips. Julian gripped her thighs, pinning them back toward her chest to get even deeper, his breath coming in guttural grunts. He wanted to mark her from the inside out, to make sure she could feel him in every fiber of her being long after he left her. As the orgasm began to rip through her, Sloane felt her internal muscles clamp tight around him, milking him with a desperate, rhythmic intensity.