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Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them and hide. The cool air against my wet folds made me shiver. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my already swollen clit. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I forced my eyes open, releasing my bitten lip. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me as I circled my clit faster. My hips began to rock against my hand without permission.

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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.

Our wetness mixed, making every movement slippery and sexy. She leaned forward, capturing one of my nipples in her mouth and sucking hard while her hips kept moving. Belle's fingers traced my jaw, then slid down to pinch my other nipple, twisting just enough to make me gasp into her mouth. Tasha picked up the pace, grinding against me faster, her clit rubbing mine with every roll of her hips. She reached down and spread my pussy lips wider with her fingers so our clits could grind directly together, the friction of our clits made the heat coil low in my belly.

Lira speaks. My eyes flutter between opening and closing as I try to stay conscious. “You’re incredible, baby. So responsive… so fucking delicious.” She slides down my body, kissing every inch—my cum-smeared lips, my throat, sucking marks onto my tits until I’m arching and whimpering. My body tingles, wanting more of her touch. This is unarguably the most alive I’ve been. And for a moment, I am glad that the book I’d found wasn’t some motivational book on how I needed to find my inner voice before I could find my outer one.

I reached down, my hands finding Dante’s dick and Jax’s thigh, giving Dante a frantic handjob while Jax claimed my mouth. "That's it, Ariel," Jax muttered, his voice thick. "Take it all, you little slut." The friction was overwhelming. Kael’s hands were bruising my waist as he drove into me with a speed that made my vision blur. Saliva drooled from my lips, trailing down toward the bed. Jax leaned in, his mouth catching the drip, following the trail all the way to my lips before swallowing me in a deep, tongue-heavy French kiss. I was right on the edge. I could feel the pressure building, the internal dam about to break. I gripped both Dante and Jax, my body vibrating.

Sweat beads coat my face; pools between my breasts. Terrence pokes my pussy hole with his tongue and my hips buck off the floor, but he’s right there, waiting to hold me down with those long fingers. The same fingers I had fantasized about for weeks. If only Marcus Baker could see me right now. I wonder how he’s faring with his list. With Terrence Walsh conquered, I’ve only got four more names I have to cross off my list. Four more people I have to fuck before finals. It’s so thrilling living on the edge, so much that when Terrence finally sinks his cock into my wetness, I hold him firmly with my pussy walls, milking him for everything he’s worth. He nearly comes right then but somehow, he f

“Sir, you need to read sometimes. Calm your nerves, relax your thoughts. There’s a great app—GoodNovel.” I found it on the app store and downloaded it in seconds. The interface popped up and right there under the NEW tab was something that stopped me in my tracks: Bound By His Rules: MM Short Erotica Compilation. There was no hesitation from me. I clicked it immediately. The first chapter was like a slap to my already overloaded senses. Professor Richard—cold, confident, dominant. Student Gregory—shy, brilliant, bending under power like he was made to submit. I couldn’t stop reading.

God, his lips were so captivating that she had to fight the want to draw away. She found herself holding to him tightly and putting her arms around his neck as she lost control over everything around her. "What the hell have you done to me?" She straddles him and finds herself tugging against his garments while she murmurs against his lips. Taking the suggestion, Eric assists her in removing her clothing as well. In an instant, they find themselves nude next to one another as she lies on Eric's sofa in his living room. She encircles him with her legs, sighing and moaning furiously as Eric presses his lips to her nipples, pressing himself deeper and deeper inside her.