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‎ ‎Even as thoughts came rushing in her head, Elena could not deny the arousal she was feeling. ‎ ‎"I can smell your arousal. I can see the dark spot your wetness has made on your shorts. I can see the proof that you want me. It's all over your face and in your eyes. F*****g hell! Let me taste you, Elena". ‎ ‎With his last words, he dipped his head in-between her thighs and inhaled deeply through her shorts. ‎ ‎Elena just looked on, mesmerized. She knew she needed to stop him. This was wrong, this was very wrong. It needed to stop.

The first figure materialized out of a swirl of brimstone—tall, pale, and haunting. Aron, the vampire, moved with impossible silence, his eyes latched onto Eve's throat, his lips drawing back to reveal fangs. "You're not from here, pretty pet," he murmured, circling her like a vulture. Alexander, the incubus prince, descended from the sky like a dark feather, his eyes smoldering as he inhaled her scent. "But you will be," he added. Alexander brushed the back of his fingers over the breast of her dress, her nipple hardening as it reacted to his hand.

He slapped his cóck against her cheek, making her flinch. “Beg me for it,” he ordered. “Beg me to cúm all over you.” Emma’s voice broke, filthy words spilling out as she clutched her tits around his cóck again. “Please, Mr. Carter, cúm for me. Cover my tits, my face mark me. I want to wear your cúm all day. I want everyone in this office to smell it on me.” His groan was a raw, primal sound ripped from his chest. It was the sound of a predator claiming its prey. Emma’s words, her filthy, desperate begging, had pushed him over the edge.

he ordered, slamming into me relentlessly. The orgasm shattered me. I screamed as my whole body convulsed, pussy gushing onto the floor while my ass clenched tightly around his thick cock. The intensity made my vision blur. “Fuck… Nora!” Dr. Crowe groaned loudly, burying himself as deep as possible. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my ass, pulse after pulse filling me until it started leaking out around his cock. I was still shaking, completely wrecked, when his pager suddenly went off on the counter.

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When the call ended, she let the phone fall on the bed, Her body trembled, this time not from Tristan but from the fear and dread eating at her inside. End. ⚠️ Reader Alert: Things get wild, the following chapters after this contains LGBTQ+ romance, harem/reverse harem dynamics, and explicit sexual content including gang bangs. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed only if mature content is okay for you. (Sex With My professor) The lecture hall hummed with low chatter until the heavy iron doors swung open, the sound cut through the room, pulling every eye toward the man striding in. Professor Ethan Metch.

I never planned to fuck my boss in the copy room. It started with a late-night deadline and a jammed printer. The building was almost empty at 9:47 p.m. Most of the floor lights were off. Only the emergency strips along the carpet glowed faintly, and the copy room at the end of the hall was the only place still bright. I was in there in my stockinged feet, blouse half-untucked, skirt twisted from hours of sitting, trying to clear a paper jam that refused to die. The machine kept beeping its angry little song. I was muttering curses under my breath when the door opened behind me.

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days. "Mmm...Oh...Mmpphh...UM!" I moaned. It was hard to really say anything verbal with my mouth filled up. I swished his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as possible while breathing through my nose. I was buried into his lap; his cock completely inside my mouth, his thighs pressed up against my cheeks, my nose in his lap. My eyelashes brushed up against his pubic hair. "This feels good Camila, this feels so fucking good Camila" he mourned softly. I loved that I was really tormenting him. Making him call me by my name

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