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Inside, a man and a woman were entangled on the bed, their clothes completely removed. Some people immediately covered their faces, unable to look any longer. The more timid young ladies even let out frightened screams. My mother flew into a rage. "Charlotte Young! You have some nerve—how dare you commit such indecent, shameless acts! "Drag her out here. I'll kill her myself!" "Who exactly are you dragging out, Mom?" The people in front of me spun around. I was standing at the back of the crowd, stretching on my toes to peer over their shoulders, my expression nothing but mild curiosity.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

She bucked against the bed, up and down, due to the movement of his hips smacking against her. He became brutal, dominating. He slid his hand between her cleavage, down to her throat, and held her there, completely arched, bent backward for him. Her breasts bounced as he fucked her relentlessly. Their movements became a sizzling, erotic dance of lust and desire that neither could control. He watched the sight before him: her smooth, glistening skin, her alluring, pointed breasts bouncing relentlessly as he moved brutally against her. God, it was so beautiful, he wanted more. It twisted his brain, making him uncontrollable.

“Du kommer til å bli slutten på meg kvinne.” With that he licks the salt from my neck, drinks the tequila and takes the lime from my mouth. His lips barely touch mine yet it makes me come undone. My knees give, but Erik presses me flush up against him to keep me on my feet. My hands seem to move on their own up his arms and wrap around his neck. We stay like that for minutes, hours, however long it was it wasn’t long enough, just breathing each other in. This was by far the most erotic experience in my life, inside or outside the bedroom.

Damon yelled as he ran his fingers on his pale, yellow-colored hair. Edward put the iPad on the wooden desk then he stood straight, looking at his boss whose face is now turning red because of what he just read. “Mr. Furlord, based on our sources, an aspiring writer named Sunny Peruvian used a photo of yours as a book cover of one of her erotic romance novels. And since the people know you well, they were quick to find it and thought that you somewhat have a relationship with that…er…writer.”

"I know. Why don't you show me just how much?" I clenched my teeth and then my body jerked when he inserted a third finger into my honeypot. "I hate you," I cried, my whole body shaking. Eric's face hardened and then he dipped his head down to my chest. His lips fastened on one of my covered nipples and he sucked it along with the fabric, the other hand still working on my pussy. I screamed when he bit down on my nipple so hard and then tugged on it with his teeth, his fingers moving faster and harder and his thumb pressing down on my clit. I felt like I was being electrocuted.

I whispered, already growing wet from his touch. Damien hummed in approval and guided me deeper into the gallery. In the next room, a series of large erotic photographs hung under soft spotlights naked bodies in elegant, provocative poses. He stopped me in front of one showing a woman on her knees, looking up at her lover with pure surrender. “Reminds me of you,” he growled, pressing his growing erection against my ass. “On your knees for Daddy, eyes wide and hungry.” His fingers slipped under my dress and found me bare and slick. He circled my clit slowly while we stood there, surrounded by millions of dollars in art.

His free hand pinched the wet nipple he left behind. I tried to pull free. He held tighter. “Stay still, Sister.” He kept at my tits until both nipples were red and shiny. Then he dropped to his knees, yanked the habit up, and shoved my legs apart. His mouth was on me immediately. Tongue sure this time. He found the spot and sucked. “Oh God—” Two fingers pushed inside me. Curled. Rubbed the place that made my knees weak. “You taste better than I remembered,” he muttered against me.