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I’m a whore. A dirty little whore… I crave to be spanked, spat on, fucked like a slut, and left dripping with cum from my face to my boobs. But nobody knows that…Not my best friend or my parents. And certainly not my goody two shoes fiancé, who's currently staring at me with a wide grin on his face. “Liv” I heard him mutter, snapping me back to reality. “I’m sorry, what?” I blurted out, my face flushed with embarrassment at the kind of thoughts I was having , especially in a place like this.

His hands, rough and eager, roaming over my skin, exploring every inch of my body with a reverence that left me breathless, his touch setting my skin ablaze with desire. Our moments were a whirlwind of passion and ecstasy, each one more intense than the last. I could still feel the heat of his body against mine, his fingers delving into places that made me scream with pleasure. His mouth on my neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks that claimed me as his. And his dirty talks? Fuck! They were like fuel to the already raging fire, igniting more hunger inside me that I never knew existed. The way he called me his dirty little slut, or his needy little whore sent shivers down my spine, my pussy

In one swift, violent motion, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her lace panties and ripped them down her legs, discarding them onto the floor like trash. Before she could even register the cold air, he was back, his fingers diving into her heat. He worked them inside her with a brutal, rhythmic precision, his thumb grinding against her until Rissa’s back arched off the bed, her heels digging into the mattress. She was helpless, a moaning mess until the first wave hit her so hard she let out a choked scream, her body trembling as she squirted against his hand. Ronan pulled his hand back, his eyes dark and victorious. He held his glistening fingers to her lips, and Rissa, completely

She spat into her palm, kept her eyes locked on mine, and started stroking him slow and wet. Ethan let out a low moan. “Oh fuck… yeah.” She worked him like that for a while, then leaned in and took him into her mouth. No hesitation. Deep, steady, one hand still wrapped around the base. Ethan’s head fell back. The sounds he made were louder than anything I’d heard from him in years. Moans and broken groans that didn’t sound like my husband. He had never been like this with me. I stood there frozen, watching another woman suck my husband while he openly enjoyed it. The rim job across the room kept going. Someone else came somewhere behind me. The red light made everything look hotter and dirti

I’d told her about the run-in with my cousin and Julia, and knowing Hera, she had already picked out a dress for me in her head — a scandalous one, in fact, just so it could cause trouble. I threw my head back and shrugged. “I don't know. Honestly, I might not.” “No one would want to go to a botched bitch's party anyway?” She rolled her eyes. “Who even married her? Damien?” I let out a laugh. Stacey's reputation for whoring around spoke far and wide, so much so that it was comical to learn about her marriage. But she did wed a man who was as much of a whore as she was so... Austin Reeves. The bastard had hit on me once when I was still Mrs. Kane.

Damien said. Ethan smiled a little. "Several copies of both of you in that motel room and more. I have just enough to bury your firm and that your stupid little romance." He grinned. “Although, I'll admit that Damien does fuck well and this little slut moans are addictive too.” Anger flared in me at the derogatory term he had just called me. “Mind your mouth,” Damien snapped with anger. I held him back. “Calm your nerves boy,” Ethan said to him with a knowing smirk. “I can destroy you anytime I want.”

she moaned softly, “fuck me, fill me up. I love being your dirty little whore.” He groaned as the tip of his cock nestled, creating soft friction, and then he drove into her in one deep thrust. He pulled out and pounded her ruthlessly. This wasnt lovemaking, or growing closer. This was a dirty fuck in a dingy carpark. The kind of fuck that Remy knew well and the kind of scene that made men like Ethan lose their minds. She took it all and let her arse push back against his cock as he stayed buried deep in her.

Bright lights in different colors were everywhere, highlighting the beauty of the city. What had happened in the elevator at the company was the only thing on his mind, eclipsing every other thought. He’d never really paid attention to Harper and Lila, never even given them a second thought. He knew they were beautiful, of course, but workplace romance was not just his thing. Or romance at all. He was a workaholic who’d never been able to hold down a relationship for anything more than a month.

I again try to go past him but he blocks me. “Shelby” was all he said before cursing his lips to mine. He put a lot passion into this kiss. He was holding me like he never wanted to let me go. I could feel his hard length through his jeans and without hesitation I undo the button on his jean and lower his zipper. He lets out a groan and takes his underwear and pants off.

His dressing reminds me of the Normandy boys in one of the books I read. Those boys mingled with French women who had once been with German soldiers, pinning them against tanks and the ruins of France, fucking them until the women were beside themselves. I want Daniel to break me like those soldiers. But first, I have to corrupt him. I have to teach him the dirty, beautiful things the priest taught me. “I’ve been busy,” I lie smoothly. “My mother has been watching me.” He tilts his head, a line forming between his brows. “She always watches you, but you always find a way out.”