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The confessional creaked with every blow of his hips against my ass. "Oh my God..." I gasped. "Don’t call out to God now," he warned, biting the sensitive skin beneath my ear. "He isn’t going to save you from me." "Emerson, please..." I begged. Emerson responded by speeding up, pounding inside me with ruthless precision, dragging me to the edge. My moans intensified, and he covered my mouth with one of his hands. "Cum," he ordered. "Stain me with your sin, Serena." I came undone. A violent orgasm shattered me, my walls contracting around his cock. He growled, an animalistic sound.

Robin was in my mouth, going deeper and holding my hair. "Take it deeper," Robin ordered. "I want to feel the back of that throat. Good girl, just like that." I came a second time with Hillian’s fingers inside me and Robin’s cock stretching my lips. "Fuck yes, cum again," Hillian told me. "Squeeze my fingers. Let us feel how hard you’re going." Robin pulled out of my mouth and reached for something on the nightstand. A small black vibrator. He turned it on and waved it at me.

I fail. My hand slides down between my legs before I can stop it. I’m soaked. The second my fingers brush my clit a shameful little sound slips out of me. I rub in tight circles, replaying the crack of his palm, the way he wiped my own wetness across my burning cheek, the heavy taste of him on my tongue. I’m already close again when the floorboard in the hallway creaks. I yank my hand away, fast like I’ve been burned. Nathan steps into the doorway. He looks at my shiny fingers, at the way my knees are still parted, at the flush on my face. He doesn’t raise his voice.

His lips trail down my neck and brush against his bite mark. That’s all it takes and I start to come. My pussy clamps down around his length and Derrick shouts my name above me as my climax pulls his own orgasm from him. I can feel his come as it splashes against my womb and my wolf howls inside of me, wanting him to breed me. His hands rest on the sides of my head as he holds himself deep inside of me, remaining still as my orgasm continues to go on and on.

Lauren's hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer to her pussy. Sylvester pressed the flat of his tongue hard against Karen's clit and started to flick it, making her moan against Lauren's pussy. She felt the buzz from her voice against her clit and groaned, pulling her in further between her legs. Slowly, she began to lick the outer folds of her pussy, using her finger to spread her lips, to rub between them, and find her hard little clit. She tasted so sweet, and her pussy was so warm on her tongue. She licked her the way as Sylvester was licking her, opening her lips with hers and then tonguing her hole, rubbing her clit with her finger. Sylvester was starting to make her moan harder

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.

Clatter— The knife and fork slipped from Luther’s hands, hitting the floor with a sharp ring. Even with his face hidden behind the black mist, I could feel the shock rolling off him. Tch. Annoying. I grabbed Luther by the collar, pulled him close, and kissed him hard—pressing my lips to his and sliding the cherry from my mouth into his. Our tongues brushed; he tried to pull away, but I didn’t care. I bit down on the cherry, letting its overly sweet juice spill out slowly between us.

Angelo murmured, and suddenly, I felt him press a hot, open-mouthed kiss just beneath my ear, his tongue running slowly along my skin and leaving it tingling. I began to pant. My heart raced. This wasn't right. This really, really wasn't right, but his tongue felt good. My skin grew sensitive under his hands. I was beginning to feel the same heat that I felt the last time he had tried to touch me, although I knew that this time we were alone in the house, meaning that there was nothing that could interrupt him. When his hand moved from my abdomen to the small of my back, pulling me further toward him, I squirmed a little, feeling the heat rise. He was trying to seduce me, and I was terrified

he growled, his breath hot against her ear as he began to move, “is the only extra credit you’ll ever get from me.” And then he fucked her. Hard. Each drive of his hips slammed her forward into the desk, the wood digging into her pelvis. The sounds were obscenely loud in the empty lecture hall: the slick, wet slap of skin on skin, his low, ragged breaths, her own sharp, keening moans that she tried and failed to stifle. The fear was still there, a live wire in her gut, but it was now completely subsumed by raw, overwhelming sensation.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier