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If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

“Sir, you need to read sometimes. Calm your nerves, relax your thoughts. There’s a great app—GoodNovel.” I found it on the app store and downloaded it in seconds. The interface popped up and right there under the NEW tab was something that stopped me in my tracks: Bound By His Rules: MM Short Erotica Compilation. There was no hesitation from me. I clicked it immediately. The first chapter was like a slap to my already overloaded senses. Professor Richard—cold, confident, dominant. Student Gregory—shy, brilliant, bending under power like he was made to submit. I couldn’t stop reading.

“Rub that pretty pink pussy on me until you fall apart, baby. Ride me like the filthy little thing you are.” God. Something inside me snapped. My hips rolled faster, rougher, the fabric dragging across my clit so perfectly I could barely sit upright. My nails dug into his skin and Alaric let out a low groan. He barely felt pain, but he felt it underneath my touch. Something about that seemed so personal… so erotic. I could hear the distinct sound of a phone buzzing somewhere but it was drowned out by all the noise I was making. “You’re close already, aren’t you?”

The contrast of his rough, masculine hand against her soft, porcelain skin was the most erotic thing Ruth-Ann had ever experienced. "There," he whispered, his voice thick with a hunger he could barely suppress. He began to do up her buttons, one by one, his knuckles grazing the valley between her breasts with every movement. "You're alright now. He's gone." "Thank you," she sniffled. Ryder reached up and cupped her face, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. The intensity between them was hotter than lava, a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore. Ruth-Ann leaned into his palm, her eyes fluttering shut as she breathed in the scent of him.

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

Marcus stared in wonder as Jeremy stuck out his tongue and ran a full, lresssing swirl around his tip, tasting his precum and swallowing. Her jerked as the pressure sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, his ass muscles tightening. He reached down and flattened his palms behind Jeremy’s head, urging his head back down. “Go on,” he whispered, his eyes dark and heavy, “I love the way your mouth feels around my cock.” These dirty words aroused Jeremy even more, and he drove the cock into his mouth, until it hit the back of his throat. An even louder groan skipped out of Marcus’s mouth, his eyes rolling backwards. “Fuck, baby. That hit the spot.”

I could feel it crawling under my skin, spreading like liquid fire as if his words had sparked something deep inside me. It wasn’t just the warmth of his touch, or the heat of his breath—it was something darker, something far more intimate. My body betrayed me, responding to him in ways I couldn’t control. I trembled as the sensation intensified, spreading like wax dripping slowly over a flame. It melted through my veins, pooling in my chest, hardening as it moved. My heart beat erratically, trying to hold on to its rhythm, but it was like trying to stop an avalanche with bare hands.

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.

he murmured, lips brushing her ear. “Or admit you want it.” Lia trembled. Her crush, her fantasy, was right here. “I… I want it,” she breathed. Ethan groaned. “Good girl.” His mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was nothing like the gentle ones in her dreams. It was hungry, demanding. His tongue pushed past her lips, claiming her as his free hand yanked her skirt up. His rough fingers found her panties already soaked through. “Fuck, you’re drenched,” he growled against her mouth.

He fucked me through it, grunting softly with every deep stroke. “Again,” he demanded. “Come on my cock one more time before I fill you up.” His free hand reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in tight, merciless circles. The overstimulation was too much. I shattered again, eyes rolling back, pussy gushing around his thrusting cock. Derick buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, guttural groan, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside me. We stayed locked together for a few seconds, breathing heavily. He kissed the back of my neck almost tenderly before pulling out. Cum dripped down my thighs instantly.