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Dominic's voice was dangerously quiet. "I walked in on them tonight," I continued, the words spilling faster now that I'd started. "In our bedroom. In our bed. She was... she was sucking his cock, and he didn't even stop when I came in. He just told her to keep going." "That fucking bastard," Damian growled, his hand curling into a fist on his thigh. "And then—" My voice broke, and I had to force myself to keep going. "Then he told me he wants an open marriage. Said our sex life is boring. That I don't excite him anymore. That he needs variety."

I wasn't completely against living in the city I just liked the quietness of the country side. Aiden turned on some music to break the silence and I honestly didn't mind despite the fact we didn't like the same music. I just enjoyed hearing music though. I didn't hate the R&B and pop music he liked it just wasn't my preferred music. I had always been more into rock music and as I got older I started listening to some of the older goth rock groups and then I found industrial and dark wave music and just fell in love with the sound. Although Disturbed always has and always will be my number one band and Evanescence right behind them my other favorites were Aesthetic perfection, the birthday ma

Vance Celeste was falling apart in my arms. Dean and July were having a forbidden affair, but what I was doing is far worse. I was thinking of my best friend’s daughter in ways I shouldn’t. The worst part of it, she calls me Daddy and it makes my dick so hard. If Dean knew she called me that, he’d kill me. I never had a thing for daddy kink. Hell, I never even thought of Celeste calling me that. Until one night, she did and I loved it. The thought has me wanting to take her to bed and I’m not talking about going to sleep. I want to tear her clothes off and rip her little panties off with my teeth.

Noah waved goodbye after getting out of the car. My dad peeked at me in the rearview mirror, "What do you think of Noah? He's two years younger than you, but he's mature and polite." I sighed, "Dad, I'm not ready for another relationship." I'd really loved Lucian: years together couldn't be erased. After that messy breakup, I didn't want to connect with anyone. Her dad nodded. "Just be friends then. Don't lock yourself up. What's next for you?"

He smells like sweat and body wash and sex — the last one from fucking my mom minutes ago and that thought should repulse me. Instead, my pussy clenches around his fingers so hard he groans against my tit. “You smell like her,” I whisper against his neck, stroking him faster. “You smell like my mom and I don’t care. I want you more than she does. I’ve wanted you longer than she’s had you.” “Sloane,” he groans, his fingers pumping faster, his mouth finding that spot below my ear. “You can’t say things like that.” “I’ve been saying your name in this shower every night for a year,” I moan, my hips rocking against his hand, my fist tight around his cock. “The only difference is tonight you’re he

Sat across from her father at the dining table, thighs pressed together, feeling the slickness gather while Victor’s foot nudged hers under the table, Damien’s eyes locked on her chest, Reid smirking over the rim of his wineglass like he knew exactly how close she was to coming undone. Another night: Group: Send us a photo of your fingers inside yourself. Now. She locked herself in the upstairs bathroom, hiked her skirt, spread her legs on the counter, slid two fingers deep, and snapped the shot—glistening, stretched, needy. Sent it. Their replies came in seconds: Victor: Good girl. Edge for ten minutes. No coming. Damien: That’s our pussy. Don’t forget. Reid: We’re going to wreck that tonig

So we keeping this PG, PG-13, R, Unrated? PrinceCharming: XXX would be preferred but how about we put two dares out there and the person is allowed to pick. For example: No underwear tomorrow OR asking any of the higher ups out for drinks. LonelyGirl: I'm both terrified and turned-on. PrinceCharming: Good. Pick one and let me know how it goes. What are my options? LonelyGirl: Hmm, this is hard. PrinceCharming: That's what she said. LonelyGirl: LOL Ok I got it! Either wear something made of leather or tell your dad how you feel about him.

His mouth parted, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. “I need to touch you right now,” he whispered. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks like I was something delicate. But his eyes told a different story, he wanted to ruin me. Noah moved behind me, his chest pressing to my back as his lips found my neck. “I need to taste you,” he breathed against my skin, voice rough with need. Dennis stood at my side, his gaze sweeping over my body, slow and appreciative. His presence always made me feel like I was under a spotlight. “Tell us how to make you hot,” he said, his voice low, teasing, confident.

Just thinking his name already gets under my skin. He’s the kind of guy who looks like he was born to get away with everything, star player, arrogant, confident, the type who thinks rules are optional, that everything is a game as long as he’s winning, the kind of guy who plays dirty, on and off the ice, and somehow people still like him, admire him, follow him. The kind of guy my best friend fell for. Sofi. Of course it had to be her.

Ethan pushed through the heavy oak door of Dirty Angels just as the afternoon light bled into dusk outside. The bar smelled like it always did this time of day, stale beer, lemon cleaner, and the faint metallic tang of anticipation for the night ahead. Neon signs flickered to life above the bottles: one red “OPEN” that buzzed like a trapped insect, another green “HANDS OFF” that always made him smirk. He was still half-hard from the morning, the memory of Sofia and Camila's mouths lingering like smoke in his veins.