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"You are no longer allowed to take my books. Go read your erotica." She chuckled. "You can't forbid me. I need to read thrillers and suspense-filled books at the moment. Eric is around so I don't need erotic books now." I whirled around to get a view of her face. "What pleasure do you get from reading it?" I inquired with a scowl. "What? You mean erotics?" I nodded. "Oh my Goodness! What do you know?" She laughed. "Are you telling me or not?" I feigned annoyance.

Welcome back, sinners. Claiming his bride is a erotic paranormal sinful Collection brought to you by Josie Frank, author of the erotic anthology Wet Dreams a collection created for readers who crave passion without limits, obsession without restraint, and love that burns far beyond morality. This new novel dives even deeper into the shadows. It is a work of dark paranormal romance and erotic fiction intended strictly for mature adult readers. Within these pages, you will encounter: • Dark romance • Explicit sexual content • Possessive and obsessive love interests

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

"I never imagine myself with men, and yes, I love to look at different women, although women generally, are not as visually oriented as men. We enjoy porn less and erotic literature more, allowing our imaginations do the heavy lifting." "I had sex with two of the most beautiful women I've ever met," I said. "They were as beautiful as any Hollywood Actress you've ever seen. I arranged for Master to have sex with them also and it was even pleasurable to imagine them having sex with Master, to see their bodies react to the pleasure he provided, imagine their faces as they climaxed as they had sex. I would have enjoyed watching, but my imagination is good." "You arranged for your husband to have

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent." "Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?" "Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?" "Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked. "Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband." "The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him." "That's the one." "So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

My moans turned into desperate, high-pitched cries. Every sense was on fire. The slick, warm glide of their hands between my legs. The filthy wet sounds of my pussy getting fucked. The sweet and musky smell of three dripping cunts. The sight of their hungry tongues sliding together above my body. The heavy, oily weight of my own tits bouncing with every thrust. I was right there, trembling on the edge, their fingers and mouths pushing me closer and closer while they made out passionately over my writhing body. They were not stopping. And I did not want them to.

My hands are balled into fists, my knuckles turning white, nails digging into my palms. Ellie pulls back from her kiss, lips parted in a gasp I can’t hear through the glass. The man’s mouth widens into a shit-eating grin of pure indulgence. His hand slaps Ellie’s beautiful ass again and this time I can hear a faint Oh! of erotic bliss escape her lips. Her hips rock slowly back and forth. His arm moves up and down. I can’t see what they’re doing, but I’ve seen enough p**n to know that he is fingering the woman I came to declare my love for.

Pussy on full display: lips engorged, pink and glossy, clit peeking like a pearl, hole winking emptily. Two fingers first—plunged deep, knuckles squelching into drenched heat. Walls gripped greedy, suction pulling them in. "Fuck, Jake," I moaned aloud, voice echoing off walls. Thumb mashed my clit, circles frantic, imagining his cock—thick head breaching, veins dragging my ridges. Added a third finger, stretching like his girth would, wrist twisting to hit that spot. Juices gushed, puddling the sheets, tangy scent filling the room.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.