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The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

"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—

I continued my dance , swaying my hips and teasing him . Slowly, I started taking off the lingerie from the bralette, revealing my firm, round breasts and my nipples which were already hard as stones. Nathan’s breathing grew heavy as he watched, completely mesmerized by my erotic display. He reached out, tracing a finger down my stomach, pausing at my waist . I moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, my body trembling in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, stroking it firmly.

The risk of getting caught, the hatred burning in my chest, and the devastating pleasure between my legs mixed into something twisted and addictive. My hips bucked against his face shamelessly. I bit down harder on my shirt to muffle the desperate, whimpering moans spilling out of me. Roman growled, doubling his efforts. He added a third finger, stretching me wide, his tongue lashing my clit in fast, relentless strokes. “Cum for me, Chloe. Cum on the tongue of this guy you hate so much.” I shattered. The orgasm crashed over me violently. My pussy clenched hard around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth as I came with a muffled scream into my shirt.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

Eros hissed in a strangled voice as his back pressed into the mattress he was lying on, while his fingers deeply curled in the sheets betrayed the frustration in his tone. Natalia lifted her head slowly, her lips slick as her smirk widened. She licked her lower lip deliberately, and her eyes glinted mischievously. “I woke up horny, and I found you still naked under the sheets. So I took the opportunity,” she purred, and before Eros could retort, her head dipped again, and her mouth enveloped his upright dick with deliberate slowness.

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.

The silence stretched. Heavy. Then I did something I don’t normally do. “Unless,” I added calmly, sliding my book into my bag, “you’d rather continue this discussion somewhere less… supervised.” His jaw tightened just slightly. “And where would that be?” “My place is three blocks away.” He studied me carefully. Considering the offer. “You sure?” he asked quietly. “Yes.” I answered. “Fun fact Ethan, one thing I love other than reading is great sex. The kind that leaves you breathless, aching, craving for more but utterly satisfied.” I said in a seductive tone.

I arch my back, my hips thrusting against his face as I ride out my orgasm. I lie there, breathless and satisfied, my body still trembling from the intense release. Henry moves up my body, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I taste myself on his tongue, and it only adds to the eroticism of the moment. “That was just the beginning, Amanda,” he promises, his hands roaming over my body. “I’m going to make you cum again and again.” I smile, feeling empowered and desired. “I can’t wait.” In the meantime, Freddie pulls his pants down and is now stroking his rock-hard cock, silently watching us.