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I removed my hand and she let out a gasp . I let go off her nipple and started to suck on my fingers which were dripping with her juices while she looked at me . I took my middle finger to her lips and she opened up immediately. The sight of her sucking and licking her juices from my finger was turning me on even more. I allowed her finish before taking off the shorts I had on quickly . My dick was hard as a rock and fully erect . Clara looked at it,she looked amazed by the sight of it. I got up and walked to the front of the bed signalling for her to climb .

His mouth descended to her clit, where he took his time licking and teasing her. Erica’s moans grew louder, her hips rolling as she pushed herself against his eager mouth. Another orgasm built quickly, radiating from deep within her. When it hit, it was like a flash of burning, white-hot pleasure, and she screamed, her head lolling back as her hands fisted the sheets. The waves of pleasure coursed through her, leaving every nerve ending buzzing.

He finished inside her, groaning quietly as his cum flooded her again. Elena became addicted to the danger and the pleasure. Every Thursday she grew wetter just walking into the library. She started touching herself lightly in class while looking at Roman. Her pussy stayed constantly sensitive. She loved the way her ass stung after his spankings. She loved feeling his cum leak out of her for hours afterward.

"An older man fucking you like you're his property. Tell me the truth, Lia." "Yes! Yes, Julian! Harder, please, fuck me harder!" I sobbed, completely losing my mind from the pleasure. He gripped my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting my body slightly with every single downward plunge, driving his dick so deep I could feel it hitting the very top of my womb. The forbidden nature of it, the raw age gap, the way he completely controlled every inch of my body pushed me straight over the edge. My tight walls clamped down on his long dick like a vice, contracting wildly over and over again as a massive, uncontrollable squirt burst out of me, drenching his thighs and his stomach.

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 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.

Pressing his tip against my entrance, he pushed his cock forward just enough to stretch me, the ache was delicious and maddening. Then he pulled away, leaving me gasping for more. They alternated, one teasing my pussy, the other rubbing against my clit or ass and always stopping at the brink. My juices coated their cocks as the room filled with the wet sounds of my denial. I was trembling, my orgasm built and receded like a tide. Gerald's fingers found my clit, circling it fast while the coordinator's cock pressed against my asshole, teasing the tight ring. My body convulsed, a dry orgasm ripping through me without penetration. I collapsed onto the bed, shaking. Gerald and the coordinator bo

The dirty words, the forbidden reality of who he was, and the way he owned my body pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, thrusting harder, deeper. His voice took on a darker, primal edge. “I’m going to breed this tight little cunt. Pump you full of my cum until it’s dripping out of you. You want that? You want me to knock you up while your best friend has no idea?” His absolutely filthy words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him violently as my orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking in the cuffs as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

I could drive and I wasn't about to lay in my bed overnight, horny and uncomfortable. At least, I had fucking managed for one whole week now, relying on erotic books and my fingers. But it was never enough. It never did the job completely. I leaned back against the bed, angling my phone to take a photo of me in my undies before I sent it to him. “I'm coming over. You can't say no to this, can you?” Followed by a sultry emoji. As soon as I hit send, I grabbed my clothes off the floor where I had discarded it and I threw it on, my heart racing as I grabbed my keys from the table and dashed out of the room.

CHAPTER 4. SEXUAL ADDICTION I don't care about anything anymore. The world outside this room, the family downstairs, the fifty days of self-control I sacrificed—it all dissolves into a hazy, unimportant mess. The only reality is the heat of her body beneath mine, the wet, desperate sounds we are making, and the sheer, overwhelming friction of our locked hips. The both of us are crying out loud right now, our voices blending into a single, frantic sound of ecstasy and transgression. “Oh my God, yes! Oh, fuck, baby!” she is screaming, her voice raw, her head thrown back against the pillows.