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He bucked his hips into my hand. "You like that?" he growled. "Like feeling how hard you make my cock?" "Yes," I said, squeezing him tighter. "I want it now." He yanked my dress up to my waist fast. My black lace panties were dark and wet. His fingers hooked the edge and slid under. He found my swollen clit and rubbed slow circles. "So wet," he said, voice thick. "Your pussy is dripping for a stranger. Begging for my cock already." I whimpered and my head fell back against the door with a thud. "Don't stop... please."

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

My pussy wept for him, clit swollen and begging but he'd make me wait, build it until I broke. All day, I squirmed in my chair, the scent of my arousal faint in the air, nipples rubbing raw against lace. Lunch came, and I hid in the bathroom stall, skirt hiked up, fingers hovering over my clit. No. His order echoed. Edge, don't cum. I rubbed light, dipping into my slick folds, tasting myself on my fingers—salty, tangy, desperate. Imagining his cock, thick head nudging my entrance but pulling away. God, the tension was torture, better than any orgasm Richard ever gave.

I tried to keep my eyes open but the first lick made me tip my head back in pleasure. Robin climbed onto the bed beside me and turned my face toward him so he could kiss me again while his brother worked between my legs. I came the first time with Hillian’s tongue against my clit and Robin’s fingers twisting my nipple. My orgasm hit me so bad that my thighs were shaking, but Hillian did not stop. He kept licking through it until I pushed at his head, I was oversensitive. Robin took his place. And he was rougher with his mouth, he sucked my clit harder, adding two fingers right away and curling them inside me.

And once the line is crossed, there will be no turning back. But Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation. Enjoy reading.. *************

"Did you know only ten percent of men and fucking eighty percent of women? Why do you think I spend so much time on the dating apps? It's all a numbers game." "Eric, you do realize that you get what you pay for, right?" you asked. "If you look like a fuckboy, and act like a fuckboy..." "Hey, I don't care if people think I'm a fuckboy," Eric said. "Cause you'll know what I'll be doing?" "Fucking?" Gemma filled in. "Exactly," he said. "Speaking of which, Gemma-" "If you say anything rude to me right now, Eric, I will legitimately file a complaint at work on Monday," Gemma said.

My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was already too late. A slick rush of wetness flooded my panties, hot and sudden, soaking the delicate lace until it clung to my swollen fold. My clit pulsed hard, as if his voice had whispered the command straight against my skin. God. I was dripping. Just from an email. Just from the knowledge that the most explicit thing I’d ever written...forty-three pages of raw, shameless fantasy...was now sitting in his inbox. I had submitted the wrong file. On Monday night I’d been running on cold coffee and three hours of sleep, watching a course submission portal count down the last two minutes before the deadline.

"Your pretty pussy is so clean. So untouched." He used his large, scarred fingers to hook into her labia, spreading the pink, pussy jaws wide. He stared at her tiny, puckered hole, the virgin gateway that had never known a man's intrusion. It was a pale, dusty rose color, glistening with a clear, honeyed nectar that smelled of rain-washed lilies and the sharp, musky tang of a woman in heat. "You smell too fucking good, Ruthie," he groans, his nose inches from her clit. "I can taste it."

but instead she rubbed her gigantic tits on his face, and stroked his cock at the same time. She created perfect sensual friction that caused Light to close his eyes, stand still, and let himself be pleasantly tortured. Lexi inhaled as much sexual energy as she could from Light from this action. Many centuries of practice had enlightened her on the fact that this was the quickest method to make a straight man cum. The sexual energy emanated from humans produces testosterone in Sex Demons. That was why Lexi and her husbands preferred to consume the sexual energies of attractive and freaky humans only. Where can you find those? Of course, on the dark web.

“Harder—please—Professor—” Adrian obliged. He slammed into her—brutal, punishing—angling up to hammer her G-spot on every stroke. Elise’s moans turned into broken sobs. Her breasts bounced with the force; he bent to suck one nipple hard while he fucked her. “Touch yourself,” he ordered against her skin. “Come on my cock. Let me feel it.” Elise’s fingers found her clit—slippery, swollen—rubbed fast, frantic circles. The extra stimulation sent sparks up her spine.