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The bed creaked beneath us as he pounded into me relentlessly, his hips smacking against my ass with each thrust. "Yes, fuck me harder," I begged, my nails digging into his back. "I want to feel every inch of you." Damian obliged, his thrusts becoming even more powerful and deep. I could feel him hitting that special spot inside me with each stroke, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. The room filled with the sounds of our moans and the slick slap of skin against skin. Damian's sweat-slicked chest rubbed against my nipples with each movement, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

I slowly started to push into her, before pulling her more to me with the legs I was holding. "Arggggh! Fuck Theo! Fuck meeeeee." She screamed, balancing herself more on her hands as I continued slamming into her pussy. "Fuck! You are gripping me so tight." I growled. "Greedy slut can't get enough huh?" She clenched even harder around me as she continued whimpering. "Look at you, hands on the floor and your pussy dripping all over me like a desperate breeding bitch!" I spat, picking up my pace. "Argghh! More please more..."

#transmigration #captivity #BDSM #pack #powerplay #degradation #Alpha #werewolves #submission #gangbang #fantasy Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** You had just finished the last page of “Taken by the Pack,” and your heart was racing with excitement. You could feel your pussy getting wetter as you recalled how the Heroine had taken on all of the werewolves. Sighing dreamily, you lay back on your couch, your body tingling from arousal as you imagined being under the dominating presence of the Alpha. It was only a few days ago that you’d discovered the book in a quaint, dusty bookstore tucked away in a corner of town. The old woman behind the counter had

My hips ground against his hands shamelessly as if my body was begging for a release. He bit into my ear, making my whole body quiver. “You come when I say you come, not before.” Tears gathered at my lashes as he pushed me higher, fingers pumping into me until my climax was just on the edge. I was seconds away when he pulled out of my completely, leaving me gasping, knees threatening to give out. The bastard smirked down at me. I whimpered, humiliated but needy. Then I heard it, the sounds of heels clicking on the pavement. A woman’s voice filled the air, laughter carrying in the air. Adrian’s eyes glinted with something wicked. His hand slid back between my thighs, fingers thrusting into me

I mounted his cock without warning. "Oh, Fuck!", he cursed. "Yeahhh....", I moaned. I twerked my dick up and down his clock slowly, teasing him. "Oh, Sophie", he gasped. I could feel his cock grow full mastinside my pussy, stretching my pussy wide. He hit my G-spot, eliciting a moan from me. I put my hands on his shoulders and offered my breasts to him. He sucked it like a hungry kid. "Yes, suck my hard nipples" , I moaned.

It was the taste of their prior coupling, the taste of her own submission. She established a rhythm, her head bobbing in the confined space, one hand wrapped around his base. The scrape of her teeth was accidental, making him hiss, and the sound—a break in his control—sent a jolt of dark power through her fear. She could do that to him. She focused on the physicality of it, the slick friction of her mouth, the way his girth stretched her lips, the heavy weight on her tongue. Her own arousal was a damp, aching throb, untouched and desperate.

~ ◆◆◆ Trigger Warnings ◆◆◆ ~ This is an erotic dark romance / BDSM collection featuring explicit power-exchange dynamics between a dominant CEO and a previously inexperienced submissive. The stories contains intense, detailed smut and explores themes that may be disturbing or triggering for some readers. Major content warnings include: - Explicit graphic sexual content (detailed BDSM scenes, oral sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, orgasm control/denial, edging, spanking, light impact play with a whip, face-fucking, cum play, marking, overstimulation)

"This might feel a bit uncomfortable at first." I didn't want to care, but I was sure normal sized cocks didn't look like his. Would it even fit? "Will it hurt?" I asked. "Ordinarily, it would," he said plainly. "But I can make it so it doesn't." "How?" He rubbed the smooth head of his cock over my sopping wetness, and my legs spread wider, silent begging him to make me feel good. "Sweetheart, I'm an Incubus." He grinned. "I can make you feel so good, you won't even feel the pain."

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

Her innocence was real, and that lack of experience ignited him in a way he hadn't thought possible. He took the box and carefully placed it on the desk, then pulled out a thin black silk whip. He handled it with precision, his wrist turning it smoothly before sliding it across Lucy's neck. She tensed, took a deep breath, her skin prickling. "What's that for?" she asked. "BDSM." "BDS what?" "BDSM, sweet Lucy," Eros smiled, trailing the whip down her collarbone, grazing the edge of her blouse's neckline. Then he descended—slow—passing over one of her breasts, making Lucy hold her breath.