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I threw back at him. “No!” he spun around, his expression conflicted. “Erina, you don’t understand. Sabelle… she has a hold on me. Like a spell or something. She’s like a fucking succubus.” He drove his hands through his hair. “She gets in my head, and I have no control over it.” “A succubus? I don’t know what that is.” I sniffed. “Don’t make excuses. I find it hard to believe you of all people let anyone control you.”

I rubbed harder, trying to make myself feel normal again. Eric kept going, his voice louder now, closer. “Thursday I want your mouth. I’ll stand in front of you, hold your head, and slide my dick between your lips while you talk about limits. Every time I get a problem right, I’ll push deeper. You’ll choke and drool all over your chin. Spit running down your neck, mixing with those hickeys . Then I’ll cum right on your tongue or paint your whole face. You’ll look so messy and used, Aiden. And you’ll still come back for more because you need the cash and you secretly love how dirty I make you feel.”

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SERENA. I froze. For a single, heart-stopping moment, I was convinced my own dirty, perverted mind had warped reality, that my desperate fantasies had bled into my hearing and twisted his words into something filthier, more potent than they actually were. But no. His voice, a low, commanding growl, sliced through the thick silence of the room, each word a deliberate, damning stroke. “Crawl the fuck to me. Right here. And take this huge cock into your mouth like a fucking good girl.”

Unknown- “Uhh..Oh Goddess, yes!” my pants were ragged. Every time we fucked, he always managed to bring me to my knees. He had complete control over me. “Uhh…Eric!” I couldn’t help but yell his name. Oh God, this man did things to me. My body was a prisoner to his touch. “Louder,” he grunts in my ear and I obey. “Louder!” he commands me and I yell his name as my orgasm takes over me. I fall to my knees as my legs give in, my hands holding onto the tree for dear life. Eric steps away from behind me and I can hear the buckle of his belt as he gets dressed. I desperately try to cover my bare bottom with my panties as I hear his soft scoff. He lunges at me and picks me up roughly push

On a side table, rows of red candles sat beside bottles of oil and lube. "What the hell?" Emma gasped. She never imagined Romero would be such a freak. She imagined him bringing sexy girls into this secret playground. Yes, he was rich enough to get girls who shared similar sexual kinks. She thought about how he would make their bodies coil with a mix of pleasure and pain... Images of Romero doing freaky things with baddies filled Emma's mind. A rush of heat flooded her body. Her nipples stiffened against her lace bra. It rubbed against the fabric. A warm, throbbing sensation bloomed between her thighs. Her pussy grew slick. The sudden wetness made her press her legs together.

‘ you gonna be death of me ʼ eros closed his eyes as he can feel his pants getting tighter with his boner. ‘ how will I be your death if you are gonna eat me, wouldn't it be my death if you ate me ʼ she questioned with frustration as her little brain can't process his complicated words. Eros knew he was losing control over his senses so he pushed her off his laps and stood up. He can’t control himself around her. He need a release yet he don’t want to fuck her. Even through he is no good man but still fucking her will be just like raping her and taking advantage of her innocence. He doesn’t know what has possessed him . Anyways It’s been long time since he had a good fucking session with his

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.

The hisses turned into husky moans that bounced off the tiles. My body tensed, my fingers dug into my flesh, and my seed erupted with force, mixing with the water and dripping down my legs. I stood there, gasping, my hand still gripping my member which throbbed with the final remnants of the mental orgy. Suddenly, I opened my eyes and reality hit me like a bucket of ice water. "What the fuck...? What the fuck!" I exclaimed, stopping my hand abruptly. I was losing goddamn control. It was as if Frederick were drugging me with his mere presence, turning my hatred into a sick and destructive desire.

The warm blood of recollection made her almost sick with longing for the exotic hours spent in her sensed’s apartment. ‘I guess so. Why?’ Sinclair’s voice was low, seductive. ‘Haven’t you ever wanted to hand your will over to someone else?’ Deep within Karen something awoke, a dark, forbidden seam of eroticism. To yield her will, to give herself into someone else’s keeping to do with as he chose — the idea was powerfully attractive, obeying atavastic laws beyond civilisation and reason, directly opposed to her strongly held views on independence. Yes, yes, yes! her body screamed, but, ‘That isn’t the way of the warrior,’ the coolly urbane woman answered. ‘I like to be in control.’