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‘You can’t seriously believe they’re in love with each other? ‘Maybe they’re in lust.’ I immediately wished I hadn’t mentioned that particular L word. I could feel my cheeks blooming with heat, as if by the very mention of the erotic word I had allowed something forbidden into the room. Something forbidden and dangerously tempting. Something that threatened to get out of control like a lit match to dryTinder. I could almost hear it crackling in the silence like tiny flames gathering energy to start an inferno.

She’s slipping away—everything feels like it’s underwater, like a dream she can’t wake from. She cries out again, desperate, high-pitched. Endless waves of orgasm ripple through her trembling form, one crashing over the next, relentless, overwhelming. Her limbs flail, her body convulses beneath him, but still he doesn’t stop. Still he pounds. Still he slams. He whispers dirty words against her flushed skin, each syllable igniting her nerve endings like sparks. “Oh, you wanna act like a little slut?” he snarls against her neck, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Then I’ll make it real easy for you, baby.”

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 licked me with a slow, deliberate stroke that made my toes curl and my vision blur. He pulled back for a second, gazing up at my drenched folds with a predatory smirk. “What a clean, juicy little pussy you have here, love.” Gerard didn’t wait for a response. He dove back in, his tongue acting like a relentless piston, driving deep into my soaking wet slit. I let out a strangled moan, my head tossing back against the kitchen cabinets as he devoured me. He wasn't just licking; he was mining for every drop of my arousal, his tongue swirling around my clit with a precision that felt like he was playing a symphony on my nerves.

He looked dangerous and irresistible at the same time. “These books contain ancient erotic magic,” he warned, his midnight eyes locked on mine. “Every story can be brought to life. The pleasure you’ll feel will be real. Absolutely real. But staying too long comes with a price.” “I don’t believe you,” I breathed and stepped back from him, even as heat bloomed low in my stomach. Lucian reached out to me slowly, His fingers brushed the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist just the lightest touch. I get an intense pleasure that explodes through my body like liquid fire. My knees buckled instantly.

In this light, colours were deceptive. With her other hand, she reached down and pushed the G-string aside. She had a lot of black pubic hair. As she began stroking herself, pushing aside the silky hair to probe her labia, I glimpsed the shadowed parting of her flesh. The red lips looked bleached by the artificial light. Her fingers were wet and she began moving her hips as she rubbed her clitoris. She seemed to be enjoying herself. If she was acting, she was good. ‘Get up on the bench,’ my lover whispered hoarsely. “On your knees, bottom in the air.’

My skin was flushed a deep, feverish pink, coated in sweat and expensive lube. I had lost count of the orgasms; they had blurred into one continuous, white-hot hum in my brain. But as I looked at the three olive-skinned giants surrounding me, I knew I didn't care. They could fuck every ounce of energy and strength out of me until I was nothing but a memory on these silk sheets, and I would die happy. "Jax," Dante’s voice broke, deep and vibrating against my back. "Pass me the lube. The thick one."

As if his presence isn't enough, now I am even more turned on. I squeeze my thighs together, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "I'm sorry sir." "Sorry?" He slowly makes his way towards me, his eyes still fixed on me and making all my senses flare. I can smell his cologne, a thick mix of chocolate, spirit and cashmere. He stops right in front of me, his form completely enveloping mine. "Do you think sorry will take away the images you've planted in my head? Images of your tight, little cunt?"

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

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.