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Her soaked pussy was on full display, visibly dripping juices onto the floor while she moaned like a desperate whore. I shoved the screen right in her face, and her cheeks burned bright red. I can't tell if it's from anger or embarrassment. "Turn it off… please…” "No, I won't. So you're a dirty little whore?" I chuckled darkly, towering over her naked body. My cock already rock-hard, straining painfully against my gym shorts. Fuck, she smells so fucking good, and tasty. How many times have I jerked off thinking about this exact body? I can't tell.

Every movement made Elias’s cock throb harder. Elias couldn’t stop the sounds pouring out of him. “Ahh…! Mmmh—! It feels… it feels so good… fuck!” His hips started moving on their own, grinding down against the mattress, then pushing back against Damien’s mouth. Shame burned hot in his chest, but the pleasure was stronger. He could feel himself getting closer embarrassingly fast. *This is so fucked up. He’s my stepbrother. He blackmailed me. He fucked me raw yesterday. And now he’s eating my ass like it’s breakfast.*

My eyes widened but I obeyed my hands moving to rest on my thighs just below the hem of my skirt. I started reading again, my palms sliding slowly over my own skin. “Last night I imagined her again those small perky tits perfect for my hands and that tight little hole that has never been properly fucked. I would edge her for hours, make her drip down her thighs while she reads my dirty words back to me in that soft, shaky voice.” As I spoke my fingers moved higher on my thighs, the light touch making my skin tingle. My pussy felt swollen and slick now the ache building with every word I read out loud.

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

This thing, whatever it was, felt good. *** On Thursday, I met Felix, who felt much too ordinary. We were both in the bookstore two blocks from my apartment. He was tall and had messy curls. He was reading something about modern demonology, muttering something under his breath as he flipped a page. I laughed. I just couldn’t help it. He looked up. I tilted my head curiously. “You don’t actually believe that stuff, do you?” I asked. He smirked, slow and lazyily. “What if I said yes?”

He yanked open the nightstand drawer and fished out that cursed book: The Devil’s Little Bane. He held it up like evidence in court, the pages fluttering. “Snatched this gem from you the other day. Knew you were deep in it. What, ten pages from the end? I finished it myself last night.” He grinned devilishly, and my chest squeezed hard, like it was about to combust. “Fuck, Cindy, the shit in here… it’s pure filth. Balls deep in demon dick and submission games. I didn’t peg you for such a dirty reader.”

Chapter 3: Second Half Craving The third quarter had started on the TV, but the score no longer mattered. Mike and Derek lay tangled on the cum-and-oil-soaked couch, chests heaving, bodies glistening under the flickering light of the football game. Derek’s thick cock was still half-hard and leaking against Mike’s thigh, while Mike’s own dick rested heavy and spent across his abs, twitching at the slightest movement. The scent of baby oil, sweat, and raw sex hung thick in the air, making the living room feel like a private den of sin.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

“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