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He doesn’t just lick my pussy, he devours it, reading every twitch I make, and every gasp. One finger slips inside me, curled just right because I feel it instantly. Then he adds another. My hips jerk as he holds me down with his forearm. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let it build.” It does. A slow, molten rise in my belly and I bite my lip. My toes curl. My body shakes. The pressure in me is terrifying. “Don’t fight it,” he whispers, sucking harder. “Give it to me.” I scream. A raw, broken scream. Like the ones I have always heard and I fall apart on his mouth.

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.

he said. I closed my eyes. "I want to be touched. I want a finger... on my pussy. Slow. Teasing. Until I ache." He didn't say anything right away. "How exactly do you want to be touched?" I breathed in, slow. "Soft at first. Then harder. Pressing right there... making me wet, trembling. I want to beg. I want to lose control." My chest rose and fell quickly. Then I felt it — his hand unexpectedly on mine, through the screen. Warm. Solid. Real. My breathing hitched but I didn't pull away.

His fingers found the lace edge of my silk panties and dragged them down my legs in one swift motion, tossing them onto the heap of my discarded gown before pressing his palm directly against my bare, exposed core. A sharp, breathless cry muffled directly into the woman's mouth as his fingers parted my slick folds. The moment his broad thumb brushed over my hyper-sensitive clit, a searing wave of heat rushed straight up my spine, making my knees wobble against the hard floor. He drove two fingers deep inside my soaked cunt, establishing an agonizingly slow, deliberate thrust that stretched me open completely.

My hands were already starting to ache forward inch by inch closer to my thighs as I tilted my gown upward with the other. " I bought sex toys that I think are huge and massive and veiny and big as his erection would be. I think about dirty things he could ever do to me while I thrust in harder and slid the toys in and out of me with abandon. I wait for him to stare at me and that alone makes me already wet. I wait for him to say something with that hoarse voice he has and i go home fucking myself dirty st the thought of that same voice saying erotic words to me.

Hey future readers! This a different book complimation. Containing several books of this series. Atleast containing up to 30-40 different books. Same Genre, Same Trait. Note all pages has an hint on the erotic part. Strictly for 18+. ************* Juliette tried not to stare when Louis entered the kitchen only wearing a towel. He was just out of the shower and his short brown hair was slicked back. He had a beautiful, tanned, muscled body. She’d become his private chef three months ago, and she was after all in his home, but she had still not gotten accustomed to his perfect six-pack, or the muscles rippling down his back as he leaned into the window and looked up at the sky.

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I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

I read, voice shaking. “Indeed you are,” he said, sliding two long fingers through my slick folds. I was embarrassingly soaked. He circled my clit slowly, then pushed one finger inside me, curling it against that sensitive spot while his thumb continued teasing my swollen nub. I cried out, the book trembling in my bound hands, but I kept reading. “‘He stroked her until she begged, her body surrendering completely…’” Elias added a second finger, pumping them deep and steady while his mouth found my neck, sucking a mark just below my ear. Pleasure coiled tight and fast in my belly. The floating orbs brightened as the book’s magic responded to our actions.

He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure. Maybe the difference is that this is an erotic romance, and a kinky one at that? I jump up and try to snatch the book away from him, but it’s too late. He opens it at my bookmark, and begins to read out loud in a rich voice, like he’s reading Shakespeare. Oh, god. It’s the part where the hero gives the heroine a sexy spanking. Hearing Daddy read it is so embarrassing. Embarrassing, yet hot. My face burns, and I squirm from humiliation and horniness, pressing my thighs clo