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But even those friends couldn't—or wouldn't—give her any information about him. She knew his name. Gabriel Peralta. That was it—if that was even his real name. She also knew he was six foot four of lean hard muscle with thick silken black hair she loved to run her fingers through, a hawk nose and eyes like onyx. Hands that could make a woman's body writhe in pleasure and a magnificent cock that stretched her to capacity and made her explode with its friction. And scars whose origin he refused to discuss.

I was having a relaxing moment and I knew well some nonsense will pull up. Cerene walked into the kitchen. She was wearing one of Peter’s shirts. It hung loosely on her, the hem reaching mid-thigh. Dark hickeys marked her neck and collarbone, clearly visible. She moved slowly, making sure I saw every mark. She stopped a few feet away and leaned against the counter. A small smile played on her lips. “Good morning, Caroline. I hope you slept well.” She ran her fingers lightly over one of the hickeys. “Sorry about last night... You know as a real woman. I know exactly what to give a man. How to satisfy him. How to make him want more.”

"Let me feel that pussy." Our mouths find each other again, kissing messy with tongue tangling, we moaned into each other's mouth, our eyes half closed. Then he froze. "Shit...I don't have a condom." "It's okay, I'm on pill." He slammed up into me, hard and fast. "Oh fuck, Grey! Yes!" He didn't slow down. His cock was hitting my spot over and over. I grabbed my hair, pulling it into a quick ponytail, sweat dripping down my chest.

Muttering my name like he was chanting spells. He started rubbing my clit with his thumb, circling it slowly as he bit my nipple hard enough to make me jerk, I called his name, like I was cursing at him. I caressed his head, two fingers dove into my pussy, he started curling slowly and switched back to kissing me.

“Well… well, does it matter? I feel better having her suffer right here.” Pausing for a brief moment, Kim began “you need an heir, she can't give that to you.” Then pulling herself closely to his chest, perhaps the touch of her titties on his chest will make him reconsider this time. “why don’t you try that with me. I am young too.” Her alluring voice came to play as she intentionally pressed and brushed her hooters onto his chest. He smiled. “hmmm”. His cunny smile continued “hmm...”. Then his eyes narrowed while gazing at her calmly “hmm... you don’t understand what you ask for”.

She hugged me warmly. “Elena, you always pick the most divine venues. This place is perfect.” Lucas’s eyes met mine over her shoulder dark, hungry, full of secrets. My thighs clenched at the memory of him inside me against the window, his cum still leaking down my leg when I’d left last night. We tasted cakes. Vanilla bean with raspberry, chocolate hazelnut, lemon elderflower. Victoria chatted about the “intimate” ceremony, her hand occasionally brushing Lucas’s arm.

As she watched him stroke faster and faster, she began to rub her pussy. “Yes… yesss…” Luca’s head fell back in ecstasy. He grabbed the armrest with his free hand as his voice dropped to a guttural growl. “Take it… take my hot cum, Stacey…” With a final, shuddering jerk, his dick erupted, and he began to shoot his hot cum at the picture, splattering it across her smiling face. He groaned, milking every drop out. Stacey began to wish it was her real face and not her picture. She imagined him standing over her, shooting his cum on her face. She would open her mouth and let him spill it in her mouth.

It felt so filthy and yet so fucking hot. My arms slid around his neck, fingers locked tight, pulling him closer, moaning uncontrollably into his mouth. He claimed my lips completely, his tongue dominating mine. His fingers slid down to my swollen pussy and flicked my clit, making me moan louder against his lips. “You love this, don’t you?” He growled between kisses. I shuddered and nodded. “Yes…” “You love this black cock more than anything?” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I do.”

I just wasn't interested in anything else. All the aromas sweeping past my nose from the freshly baked chocolate Eclairs, or doughnuts, as well as the strong sweet smell of the caramel latte I was desperate to order, had vanished. The only thing I craved now was Nate. I wanted the taste of his sweet, soft lips; the aroma of his masculine scent; and the heat from his touch. He was my own personal caramel latte that I wanted to drink up a thousand times a day. All day, every day.

Zera yelled hysterically as she grabbed onto Rita’s arm. She went on. “That has to be it! How else could we explain the change in him?” Rita looked at Zera and tried to comfort her. “Zera, please come down. Before we talk about Maia, could you tell me about the video that went viral? Was that woman in the video really you?” Rita had to know. Zera just smiled and pushed Rita way from her. She then admitted loudly. “It was me! So what if it was? Cedric doesn’t love me, so I can’t be loved by other men?”