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Throwing her against the couch, Master Carter hungrily leaped on her body. The strong, pungent smell of alcohol penetrated her nostrils as she felt a wave of disgust overflow her. She struggled as he tried to kiss her again. “You f*cking beast!” To her dismay, her misery seemed to fuel up his excitement as adrenaline pumped through his veins. With one hand pressing Christina down, he used the other to tear off what was left of her shirt, exposing her pale, delicate skin in a swift move. Desire burned underneath the man’s eyes as he tore away Christina’s skirt.

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It hit him like a wave, sending chills through his body. His vision was blurry, but he could make out a woman placing food on their table. One of the maids, probably sent by Diego. He couldn’t see her face, just her back, but he knew—the scent was hers. And something stirred. For the first time in a year of suffering from erectile dysfunction, he felt a tingling. A twitch. He checked. Sure enough—it was slightly hard. Because of that scent. On impulse, Gray stood up and followed her. His brothers called out, but he ignored them. He was dizzy and everything was spinning, but he couldn’t fight the pull. His body was screaming with need.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

But the true magic came from the books themselves. As Rowan moaned and writhed, every tome in the Grand Chamber opened. Golden text floated off their pages and sank into her skin like liquid light. With every new spell, every forgotten ritual, every erotic grimoire of pleasure that merged with her nervous system, her body transformed into the perfect vessel. Now, *every single word in the entire library* was an erogenous zone. Rowan screamed in ecstasy as knowledge itself fucked her. Reading the name of an ancient love spell made her squirt. Reciting a binding incantation made her nipples feel like they were being sucked by a hundred mouths. The deeper the forbidden lore, the harder the plea

"So do you. It's a shame it's all pretense." His smile was shallow, never reaching his eyes. "Not all of it," he replied. As the city lights shimmered around them, Serena pondered just how real this façade of romance might become. But as their car drew into the hotel driveway, Serena's phone suddenly buzzed. She glanced at the screen and froze. From an Unknown Number: "You have no idea who you're dealing with, Serena. Back off-while you still can." Her breath hitched. Damien noticed the change in her expression.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

When he finally freed himself, the sight made my breath catch and my eyes widen. “You see how hard I am?” he asked, stroking the head. I nodded, licking my lips without thinking. My pulse was racing so hard it felt like my whole body had tilted into something I couldn't step out of. He didn't have to guide me. I leaned forward, my lips parting, and took him into my mouth. He tasted salty and skin as the heat of him flooded my senses. He let out a deep, drawn-out groan, head tipping back as if he was losing control for a moment.

“Weren’t you the one trying to act all holy and innocent? Now you’re staring at my cock like a desperate little whore.” He smeared the leaking precum across my lips. Without thinking, I stuck out my tongue and gave the head a kittenish lick before wrapping my lips around it. Lord Edmund inhaled sharply through his nose. I took more of him into my mouth, bobbing my head as best I could with my hands tied behind my back. The weight of him on my tongue was overwhelming. I relaxed my throat and took him deeper until my nose brushed against the dark hair at his base. The salty, masculine taste of him filled my senses completely.

Hero woke up to wet heat sliding down his cock. His eyes opened slowly. Doe was straddling him, completely naked, palms braced on his chest as she sank onto his morning wood. She bit her lip, taking him inch by inch until she was fully seated, her pussy already dripping. "Morning," she whispered, voice husky. Then she started riding him. Hero groaned, hands flying to her hips. She bounced hard and fast from the start, tits swaying with every drop. The wet sound of her cunt swallowing his cock filled the room. He thrust up to meet her, matching her rhythm.