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When I got back to the room, Daniel was already asleep so I tiptoed to the bathroom, careful not to wake him up. Daniel has insomnia, so I'm grateful that he is finally sleeping. I took off my drenched clothes and got into the shower. I turned the tap water on, warm water cascaded down my body. Then, I remembered something. It seemed blurry at first but then I remember placing my lips on someone's. I kept trying to remember who kissed. Oh no, I kissed a guy and not just any guy. Dr. Reyes.

She breathed heavily, her chest heaving dramatically with each ragged gasp, desperate to catch her breath. “I want you to lay on the bed and spread those legs wide for me, little bunny. Show me that soaked pussy and touch yourself until I say stop.”

Honest. Which somehow made my stomach twist even more. Lena grinned so hard I worried her face would split. “And that, Dolly dear, is why my father has two settings: emotionally oblivious… and laser-guided missile.” I escaped before Bianca could try again. By evening, all I wanted was quiet. The main fireplace was huge, warm, and empty—just the glow of flames and the occasional pop of burning wood. I curled up on the long sofa, hugging a pillow to my chest, letting the heat soften the ache in my ribs.

But the look in his eyes… The raw, desperate need… made my resistance crumble. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. He smiled, slow and wicked. "First, I want you to touch yourself.” I hesitated for only a moment, then leaned back on my hands, spreading my legs wide. My skirt was still hanging up around my waist, my pussy exposed. I looked directly into the lens as I slid two fingers through my pussy, collecting the mixture of his cum and my own wetness, then brought them to my mouth, tasting it

Each glance, each touch, each quiet word built a web around her heart, and she realized she was caught willingly. As she returned to her desk, she found herself glancing at him repeatedly, even as she tried to focus on her work. Alex was back at his office, unreadable, commanding, but something in the way he looked at her hinted at a rare curiosity, a personal interest that was both thrilling and dangerous. Lena swallowed, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. This closeness was intoxicating, and she knew it was only the beginning.

I pressed. This time she swept her eyes over my entire frame, starting and ending at my eyes. The blood beneath her creamy skin heating and flushing and her eyes hooded with desire. She squimed under me, trying to press her thighs together. The smell of her arousal a drug that had me nearly out of my senses with lust. I stood up on my knees so that she could get a better look, still holding her hand against my abs. She whimpered and wiggled, her arousal floated like insense over me. I loved the darkening of her eyes. Fucking sexy. I lowered myself between her legs and gently rolled my hips against the heated core of her unusually mild tempered body, causing her to cry out and then clamp her

“I hate that you’re the only thing I can see. I hate that I call you ‘Dad’ in front of her while I’m dying to touch you like this. Even when Hunter touches me, I’m still reaching for your ghost. You’ve ruined everything. I’m empty, Dave. There’s nothing left of me that isn’t yours.” I moved my hand up, my fingers trembling as they traced the hard line of his jaw, then moved to the corner of his mouth. “Please,” I breathed, tilting my head back, my eyes still closed as I sought the heat of his skin. “Just for a second, pretend I’m the one you chose. Tell me I’m not crazy for wanting to die every time you touch her.” I pressed my lips to the side of his neck, a soft, desperate graze. He smelle

Why should I let a semi naked lady—a stranger—sit on my lap, dance and get me hard? Yet here I am. Getting one. Loving it. Wanting more. “Let me touch you,” I beg. Desiree shakes her head. “No.” Fuck my life. She's going to ruin me. I swear I’ve never been this hard in my life, and I’ve lived for over four decades. Her wet hair is dripping all over me, yet it's not enough. I want more. I want other parts of her—other wettable parts to drip on me too. I’d do anything to be out of these cuffs, to touch her. Just one touch. I want to see if her skin is as soft as it looks.

Their eyes stayed on us, unblinking, as we moved together without shame, so exposed it felt unreal, like desire had forgotten it was supposed to be private. “Ahhh… fuck,” I growled, throwing my head back as she took my balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them.” “She’s good,” Lilith muttered, not bothering to lower her voice. Ruth’s breasts shifted with every slow movement along my length, the soft weight of them rising and falling in my line of sight. The gentle curve, the way they moved so helplessly with her rhythm, pulled a low, aching want from my chest, raw and immediate, impossible to ignore

hot, demanding, tasting like coffee and mint. His hands would slide roughly under my dress, fingers digging into my thighs as he ground his hard cock against me. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, hear his low, desperate groans every time he thrust deep inside me, filling me completely. My legs would shake around his waist while he fucked me hard and fast, sweat slick on our skin, my nails digging into his back as I cried out his name. Those nights left me sore, satisfied, and completely fucking his. Now we barely even touched each other except for quick kisses when we passed each other in the morning. Sometimes, he would text “I miss you” late at night from different countries