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But a few still watched—hungry, waiting. I looked at Deep Voice and Silver Chain. “One more,” I rasped. “But this time… together.” Deep Voice’s eyes darkened. “Double?” I nodded. “I want both of you inside me. At the same time.” Silver Chain groaned low. “Fuck. Yes.” They helped me move to the center bench, the low, wide one. I lay on my back, my legs lifted high, my ankles hooked over Deep Voice’s shoulders. Silver Chain positioned between my thighs—both rolling on fresh condoms, slicking themselves generously.

Mira's pov My heart hammered as I knocked on Evans' office door that evening, the building emptying out around us. The city lights twinkled through the windows, casting shadows that made everything feel dirtier, more forbidden. My pussy still throbbed from all day of edging, panties soaked through, clit hypersensitive. I'd obeyed—no cumming, just teasing myself in the bathroom twice, fingers slick with my juices, imagining his cock stretching me. "Get in here, slut," his voice barked through the wood, rough and impatient.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

Tonight I let her come—once—while bound to the dining chair, ankles tied to the legs, cunt dripping onto the antique Persian. Alex’s cock jerked against the ring. He should close the book. Throw it across the room. Instead his hand drifted lower, fingers wrapping around the metal-bound base of his shaft. He stroked once—slow, experimental. The constriction turned pleasure into exquisite pain. He stopped immediately, panting. The door opened without a knock. Mira stood there in a black silk robe that clung to every curve, hair loose now, falling past her shoulders like spilled ink. She carried a silver tray: coffee, fruit, a small crystal glass of something amber.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

He grabbed her hips and slammed into her from behind, a brutal, possessive act, a way of reclaiming her, of reminding her who she truly belonged to. Emma cried out, a muffled sound of shock and pleasure. She was being fucked from both ends, used by two men at once. It was the most depraved, most humiliating, most intensely erotic moment of her life. She was a vessel for their pleasure, a toy to be used and discarded, a hole to be filled.

He practically shouted intending to show her that he was powerless when it came to her. Miranda smiled broadly at his answer. He was so adorable. With one movement,the only remaining piece on Justin's body was done away with. Now,he was Stark naked before her. Despite being blindfolded,he could feel the piercing gaze of her eyes on his little junior. He proved himself for being massive. " Like what you are seeing?" He shamelessly and blatantly asked with a teasing voice and Miranda blushed hard. Yes, she was appreciating this heavenly thing that Will soon plunged deep Inside her core. She almost salivated at the sight of it and licked her lips sensually. She could already imagine how it woul

We use it for bondage now. MAD GHOSTS OF LuST 295 He fucked me harder and harder. The pain biting my nipples soared, leveled out and soared again whenever he knocked or twisted the clamps. He dug his fingers into my blood-suffused flesh. Colors bloomed behind my eyelids and when I was there, the colors were my world. Flickering clutches of coming pulled me into myself and flung me out. Inside and outside, all at the same time. Ecstasy escapes description; it’s like trying to package steam.

She shattered—her orgasm crashing through her with a moan so raw it made my heart pound. And I followed her right over the edge. She was trembling above me, her breath shallow, body slick with sweat, her hips barely rolling through the aftershocks. I gripped her tighter, still buried deep inside her, my chest rising and falling beneath hers. I was about to pull her down for another kiss when The voice snapped through the air like a whip. "What the hell, bitch?!" Sara froze. So did I. We both turned around to find a shocked and angry Layla staring back at us.