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I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

"She knows exactly how to play her body, and she slowly but relentlessly draws out the tension. Her body tells me everything she is feeling, and my skin prickles with the molten wave surging out of her. It's nearly overwhelming—so raw, intimate, and powerful. My body locks to hers, and she carries us both along. The pressure builds to the breaking point, and we hurl ourselves off the waterfall and crash into the raging foam below. We lose track of everything in the chaos, but finally the river carries us to calmer waters, and we regain our senses, tightly clinging together. We don't have to say anything—we know what we went through together." "And I know my girlfriend. She knows exactly how

he whispers when he pulls back. “I love you too,” I whisper back. Then my lips pull at the corners as I add, “boyfriend.” He grins, then reaches between us, his finger lightly touching my clit while he adjusts his angle inside me. “Then let me make you feel good, girlfriend.” I think I’ll like this. A lot.

He was also good about reigning mom's pointedness back. "I don't mind, honestly." Eryn smiled at them both. "My first girlfriend was in high school. We dated through it, but went to separate colleges and long distance wasn't working for her. My second girlfriend was freshman year if high school, but that was short lived as she was a siren and didn't really want to settle down with anyone. I met my third girlfriend my sophomore year and I thought she was my chosen one, but I wasn't hers. She cheated on me with a werewolf, an alpha. Guess she wanted power more than love." Eryn's eyes were sad for just a moment before he smiled back up at my parents. My heart hurt for him hearing how his last g

“Follow me.” They walked in tense silence to the elevator, up to the second floor, and down a carpeted hallway. Anna stopped at Suite 306 and rang the bell. The door opened into darkness. “Go in,” Anna said. Vivian stepped inside, her pulse pounding. “Surprise!” Lights flared on. Voices cheered. Erick stepped forward with a massive bouquet of roses, the room decorated with flowers and a banner that read: Will you be my girlfriend? “I used to think love was a fairytale,” Erick began, his voice thick with emotion. “A game people played… until I met you, Vivian Howard. You’ve shown me love is real, and I’d be a fool to lose you. Will you be my girlfriend?”

Her eyes gradually fluttered shut, a silent surrender to the unspoken tension. The air hung heavy with a maelstrom of emotions. Emotions Adrian himself couldn't quite decipher. What he did know, with a startling clarity, was a feeling far more potent than mere anger stirring within him. An unexpected desire, a raw need, pulsed through his veins as they hovered a mere breath apart. His other hand, acting on its own accord, tightened around her waist, eliciting a gasp from her. The space between them evaporated as they leaned in, a silent question hanging in the air...

He shrugged, brushing his hair backward, "You didn't ask." "Am I supposed to ask to know that kind kg information? I'm supposed to be your girlfriend!" I yelled rising to my feet. "I thought you didn't want to be my girlfriend." I could feel it snap in my head. "What do you think of me? A stuck-up bratty princess you can just use, Eron!? You think you can just kiss me and call me your girlfriend then ch-" I was cut short as his warm lips enveloped my cold ones.

I screamed out, my body flexed and tensed as her furious bouncing caused her mammoth bre*sts to roughly slap my face, the firm, doughy flesh hitting my visage, only adding to the lust I was feeling. "Tell me... f*ck... tell me!" Lisa cried, moaning as she furiously rode my aching, pulsing meat, her ass working every inch of me. "Tell me I am your girlfriend... and all that goes with it! F*ck... please!" she panted, riding me hard. This was it. The moment of truth. The moment where I had to make up my mind. "Yes! You are my girlfriend now" I screamed out, watching this amazing slut riding me, proving her worth as a skank and my new girlfriend.

Ella Victoria Everette's Point of View Having something forbidden is exciting. Forbidden love provides happiness when there is no happiness. They say that an affair is thrilling. They are correct, proven, and tested. Then I met Rhys, my husband's son. He got me with his playful touch and when I fell in love, things are not meant for us.

I furrowed my brows at her, "I remember telling you that I have a girlfriend right... Susan this is just work... I'll kiss Bree, but not Susan..." She smiled, "where is your girlfriend?" I kept quiet and looked at her dead in the eyes. She asked again, "where is your girlfriend Thandy?" "In South Africa..." She leaned in and I looked on my right side making her lips brush on my cheek, then she whispered on my ear "when she's there and you're here... how do you do this?" She then kissed my neck. I pushed her away, "Susan what are you doing?" "Come on, don't tell me you wait that long to actually be touched..." She said laughing and I laughed too, "you should try it.. it's called being faithfu