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“That sounds incredible. What do you want, baby?” I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. “In a lot of the p**n we watch, there are scenes with white wives getting fucked by well-hung black guys. I know a lot of it is fake, but every time I see a big black cock stretching a tight white pussy, I get soaking wet. I want to experience it for real. I want to get fucked by a hung black guy… while I suck your cock.” David stared at me in silence for several long seconds, his face unreadable. Then he stood up and left the room without saying a word.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

I whispered, shoving the door open and pulling Sophie into the dark living room. I locked the door behind us, sliding the heavy security bolt into place with a loud click. The apartment smelled exactly like it had last night cold, stale, with the faint scent of the tea I never finished. The brown manila envelope filled with Sophie’s fake papers was still sitting right there on the kitchen counter, looking completely useless now. I went straight to the small desk in the corner, dropping my canvas backpack onto the floor. I pulled the dead audio recorder out of my pocket and set it on the wood.

stripper at the Kinky mens club. This was what he needed. Innocent Sierra, famous actress, deleting her past and replacing it with a cliche story of beauty pageant winner becomes actress. This was game over for Sierra. He felt bad but then he remebered all the nasty things she had done to him and his wife. He could bare all the insults but he could never bare watching his lovely Adrianna being insulted and shamed. Alex walked in for the second time today handing his boss another coffee, '' I hope you are please with the information supplied. It took som time and alot of effort to dig this out of the grave. It was buried so deep, satans hands could reach it in hell!!!''.

I kept picturing him—his shirt gone, the sharp cut of his abs, the strength in his chest. A slow heat unfurled inside me, curling low in my stomach until my heartbeat quickened. Restless, I reached for my phone and, almost without thinking, opened the site Hannah had once teased me about. It was a p**n site. I slipped the pillow over the screen, creating a private little shield, and pressed play. The lady in the video spread her legs and began to rub her clit after lubricating her finger with saliva. I was so horny, my own hand slipped beneath my robe until my fingers found my already wet clit and I began to rub it.

I spat, my voice filled with disdain. " You are not only incompetent in bed, but you are also abusive!" I mocked. " I wonder what the media outlets will say if they learned that the perfect Tates heir, Derek Tates strangled his wife to near-death." I whispered, and I watched in amusement as his face paled. Of course, to those rich and elite families, their reputations were everything. They'd do anything, selling their souls if necessary, just to guard their privately screwed personalities.

“That’s rude.” “It’s fine.” I push my hair back. “He, uh, cheated on me with his assistant,” I blurt it all out fast, like ripping off a Band-Aid. The truth will come out sooner or later, and things can get twisted when spread through the rumor mill. “Ugh, I can’t stand cheaters.” Danielle shakes her head, speaking with enough emotion to make me think she’s dealt with it in the past too. “I’m sorry.” “Thanks. Though really, I’m fine. I probably should have broken up with Todd months before, but you know how it is when you’re in a familiar routine.”

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.*

That night I got home (well, the new home, this stupid mansion that smelled like money damn,) and Riley was already in my room, sitting cross-legged on my bed drinking straight from a bottle of alcohol she definitely stole from the kitchen. “You okay?” she asked, eyes red. She’d been crying again. Probably over Harper, her on-again-off-again girlfriend who cheated on her every other Tuesday. “No,” I said, flopping face-down next to her. “My life is a dumpster fire with extra gasoline.” She poked my side. “Tell me.” So I told her. Everything. The professor. She took another swig, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and said, “Huh. That’s kinda hot.”

I looked up at him, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, still hazy with lust. “We’re not done, are we?” He kissed me slowly and deeply, tasting whatever was in my mouth. “Not even close.” He cleaned me up as best he could with paper towels, helped me back into the bikini bottoms, and smoothed the white dress down. His cum was still inside me. Every step I took on the walk back across the sand reminded me—warm, slick, filthy. Claire was still asleep under her hat when we returned. I sat down beside him like nothing had happened, thighs pressed tightly together, a small secret smile on my face.