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"So you're saying you don't want your boyfriend to eat your box? You don't want to feel a tongue swirling around your clit until you're screaming and soaking his face?" "No! Of course not!" she cried, pulling her shirt tighter around her chest, her nipples visible and hard as rocks through the fabric. "I see," Ryder murmured. He leaned down, his face inches from hers. "Maybe that's because you haven't had the right mouth down there, Ruth-Ann. Maybe you need a man who knows exactly how to make you leak." He tilted his head, his lips a hair's breadth from hers. Ruth-Ann leaned in, her eyes fluttering shut, her whole body humming with a desperate, forbidden need to taste him—

⚠️ 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.

But he didn’t give me time to recover. He flipped to another page, his eyes scanning quickly before he read again, slower this time, emphasizing every crude part. “‘I dream of Levi spreading my legs wide and clamping my nipples until they’re red and swollen, then taping that vibrator to my clit while he reads my diary out loud. He makes me repeat the lines, and if I moan too much, he edges me until I’m begging to be fucked, his cock stretching my pussy wide as he pounds me without stopping.’

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

“Your greedy little stepdaughter pussy is sucking me in.” “Yess yes, harder!” I moaned shamelessly, bouncing on his lap. My breasts slapped against my chest with every brutal upward thrust. “Fuck your dirty girl. Use me, oh god, I’m yours, Marcus. I’m your collared slut!” He gripped my hips and pounded into me, the wet slap of skin echoing with the crackling fire. Every thrust ground the vibrator against my most sensitive spot. I came again without warning, screaming his name as my walls clamped down around him like a vice.

I jerked, sending shiver like lightning down my spine. He licked my pussy, using his tongue to lick every wetness on it. He moaned as he lick it, letting out air from his mouth against my wet pussy. He used his tongue and found my pussy, he moved his tongue in slow teasing circles, rubbing my clit slowly. Then he sucked it hard, hard enough my legs felt numb and I jerked as he used his teeth to grave my clit, shaking on his desk. He shoved two fingers inside my pussy as he flickered his tongue on my clit, curling his fingers hard.

I was so wet, so soaking wet down there. As my fingers glided all over my pussy, I could hear the erotic noise my pussy lips made as I rubbed them together; as they came in contact, the squelching sounds of my pussy lips sounded so fucking sexy, the feeling was intense, it felt so good, the sensation was too much, it was mind-blowing.

Way too f**king long. Eric pushed his curtain back, revealing his long cock. She watched him stroke himself for several minutes, his fingers wrapped around his flesh, drawing up and down its length with gentle, fast strokes. She strained her ears to hear the sounds of flesh on flesh and the excited hitch in his breath. She had the sudden urge to want to come with him. She opened her legs again and stroked her clit with the same rhythm he used. She decided watching the look on his face was almost as sexy as watching his hand slide over his cock, almost as sexy as thinking about it between her lips. She sucked on the fingers of her free hand, wanting him in her mouth, wondering what his cum wo