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My hands kneaded her ass, spreading her open so I could fuck her even deeper, until she was arching into me, crying out with every stroke. I growled against her ear, my cock driving mercilessly into her soaked cunt. “That’s mine, Snow. Every inch of you.” Her nails raked down my chest, her body shuddering around me. Her breathless cries echoed in the dark. I couldn’t stop my hips slamming up into her again and again, faster and harder until the sound of our bodies colliding drowned out everything else. My cock throbbed deep inside her, and the pressure was boiling over.

I moaned, grabbing his hair. Soon he took out his tongue and slid in two fingers. I gasped. He drove them in and out of me while he played with my nipples. “Oh fuck… just like that.” I moaned, throwing my head behind. “Right there!” “You taste so good,” he smiled, taking off his fingers and licking my juice off them and immediately, he shoved them back in. I cried out loudly. “Oh my god… Nghh..” And suddenly, the security light flashed, its bright beam shining through the library windows, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls.

Each movement was brutal, unrelenting, a punishment and a reward rolled into one. “Say you hate me,” I snarled, lips dragging down her neck, sucking the pulse point until it throbbed. “I do,” she moaned, head falling back, eyes squeezed shut. “Liar.” Her body betrayed her, clenching tighter, pushing harder, desperate. My hand snaked up, fingers tangling in her hair, yanking her face to mine. I kissed her again, biting, devouring, swallowing every ragged sound she made. The world outside didn’t exist anymore. Just the slam of bodies, the scrape of teeth, the slick heat where rivalry blurred into something filthier. Darker. Addictive.

My body hummed with satisfaction, but the fire inside me refused to die. Alex’s cum still leaked slowly from my well-fucked pussy, warm and sticky against my thighs as I lay beside him on the rumpled sheets. The clock on the nightstand glowed just past midnight, the storm outside showing no signs of easing. Good. I didn’t want this night to end. My stepson’s cock had awakened something primal in me, and at forty-two, I felt insatiable. Every inch of my curvy body ached for more of him—his hands, his mouth, that thick, relentless dick stretching me open again and again.

Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth. Abegail’s world narrowed to sensations. The weight of Sasha on her face, the taste of her on her tongue. The relentless, pounding drive of Kael’s cock splitting her open, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars. The slap of Leo’s balls against her chin. She was a vessel for their pleasure, and in turn, her own pleasure spiraled higher, coiling tighter than before.

I had changed my name, my face, my entire life to escape him, slipping into this convent like smoke seeking sanctuary, and yet here I was, legs spread in the dark, recording videos of my dripping cunt for him under the name ShadowKing. Shame flooded me so violently I felt nauseous, yet beneath it coiled something far more dangerous. I felt dark, electric thrill that made my nipples tighten against the rough fabric of my nightdress and sent another rush of wetness slipping down my inner thigh. I cursed myself silently, my teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached. How could my body react this way to the very man I had stolen from? The man whose reputation painted him as merciless, calculating, a pr

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

Eyes burning and still fully clothed except for his missing belt discarded on the seat. “Open your legs wider.” As silky as his voice sounds, it is laced with danger. I might be reeling from a mind-numbing orgasm, but I know that timbre even in my sleep. I obey without thinking. My dress is shoved around my waist, and my panties are still forgotten on my wrist. I should feel embarassed or exposed. But I don’t. I feel owned. Am I insane for admitting I love how this depravity feels? Damian slides two fingers along my slit again, teasing me this time. Not pressing in. Not quite touching where I need him to.

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.