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He slowly thrust into my hole, not as fast as before. This time, he seemed to want to savour it. I glanced down and watched as his shaft slid in and out of my hole. It was erotic to watch the movement. The sight of my arse opening to accommodate him aroused me. "Have you seen what you have made me?" He whispered into my ear. "You have made a beast out of me. I'm insatiable for your body." He wrapped his free hand around my shaft and pumped it so fast, it didn't take long for me to orgasm for the twentieth time.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

Lucas barely lets me through the door before he’s on me. He pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard, hands roaming everywhere. “Tell me one of your filthy little secrets,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Something you’ve touched yourself thinking about but were too ashamed to say.” My face burns, but the desperation wins. “Ice,” I whisper. “I read about someone using ice cubes on a girl’s nipples and clit while they fucked her. I want to feel that. I want it to hurt a little.” Lucas’s eyes darken with pure lust.

Kolby had never had time or even the want for a female or male companion, however, after spending time with the boss's little hacker before they lost her and now with the torture of the female in interrogation, Kolby is finally feeling his body’s cravings. Kolby closes his eyes and is surprised when he is assaulted by erotic images of Gabriela withering and pleading for him to stop while he pins her to the cot underneath him. Kolby turns back onto his back and before he even realises what he is doing his hand has slipped into his boxers and is stroking his hard throbbing cock.

“They’re called voyeurs. Just like the man who liked watching another man eat his wife out. I know that much.” The vibration against my G-spot intensified and a sob broke out of my throat. “Please…” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for. Release, maybe. But I wanted more than just a release. I wanted to be used, to be owned and claimed by him. Right here. “Please what, baby?” he whispered, his voice all buttery and smooth as his hand ran up my thigh, brushing against the stockings and the garter. And then between my thighs. The anticipation was killing me. And so were the vibrations. I could already feel my release within reach. And I could just as easily have grabbed it, but for some reason,

Aeris was already trembling when she had her first orgasm, which my tongue licked all its drops. I reversed her body until she was lying face down. I slapped her pussy over and over again, her moans were even louder this time as the vibrator continued to do its job in her pussy. Holding her waist, I lifted her butt up. Her ass hole was throbbing when I spat a saliva on it, then I licked it. Aeris tried to avoid his ass on my face but I just held her waist firmly. “I’ll fuck you in your ass, bitch, while the vibrator fucks you in your pussy. Want that? Double penetration?”

He held something out—a small, dark vial of concentrated herbs, the real reason he’d likely kept the others away. "Fuck," I let out, a choked, broken sound, just as Rox suddenly latched back onto my clit, sucking with a violent, hard pressure that sent a lightning bolt of pure sensation through my core. My hips bucked off the bed, my back arching as the double assault of Eric’s intense gaze and Rox’s hungry mouth pushed me straight toward a shattering peak. I opened my mouth as Eric commanded, my breath hitching as the bitter, earthy liquid from the vial hit my tongue. It burned slightly as it went down, a sharp contrast to the sweet, wet heat Rox was creating between my legs.

Her tongue danced just on the edge of his cock and from time to time, she deep-throated him. Irene raised her eyes to watch him as a moan ripped from his throat and his eyes flutter close. For her, sex had faded into being about power, and right now she had power over him. Over Angel. Mysterious, I-don't-know-his-job-but-maybe-he's-an-assassin-so-my-curiosity-won't-push-me-too-far-to-know- Angel. Angel of the I-bet-he-knows-all-the-martial-arts-in-the-world-and-I-know-he's-a-close-friend-of-Gabe-but-he-lowkey-terrifies-me.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Ava’s words lingered in the quiet bedroom like smoke soft, earnest, and far more dangerous than she realized. “I want to experience it all,” she whispered against my chest, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “The whips… the rules… being your bad girl. I want everything you enjoy, Eric. I want to be part of your world.”