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I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways Maybe it's all part of a plan Well, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes Hoping that you'll understand That, baby, now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Place your head on my beating heart Thinking out loud Maybe we found love right where we are (oh, oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, lo-ud So, baby, now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart I'm thinking out loud But maybe we found love right where we are Oh, baby, we found love right where we are And we found love right where we are. " So mom how did

We continued kissing while I stroke his length, playing with its head using my thumb then going to the base and back to the top again. "You are wet," I whispered and sucked on his lower lips. I almost laughed out loud realizing usually guys say that to the girls. "That's my precum," He said looking serious still and kissed me again torridly. He tried to reach out between my legs but I stopped him before he touched me down there. "I have my period, remember?" I wouldn't want him to smell my stinky blood in his hands. You know people's instinct to smell their hand after touching something they already know stinks.

My back arched violently off the table as the brutal vibrations attacked my swollen nub. “You don’t get a say,” Kade growled. “You’re our property for thirty days. If you embarrass us tonight, we’ll fuck you on the stage in front of everyone and then hand you over to the police.” Kai increased the intensity of the egg inside me. The combination of the wand on my clit, the egg buzzing against my G-spot, and the heavy beads in my ass had me shaking within seconds. “Don’t you dare come,” Kai warned, voice silky and cruel. “You hold it until we give permission. Understand?”

I commanded softly against her mouth. I slammed into her one final, deep time, and the explosion hit us both at the exact same instant. "Mmmnnn-aah," she cried out loudly against my lips, her body clenching tightly around mine as a massive wave of ecstasy ripped through us both, leaving us gasping for air in the dim light. When the final tremors died down, I collapsed onto my side beside her with an exhausted sigh. I pulled her small body tight against my chest, wrapping my arms around her waist as our heartbeats gradually slowed down together.

Khloe’s moans turned into broken cries she couldn’t hold back. Eric’s grip on her wrists tightened. His pace turned almost feral. “Gonna fill this tight little pussy,” he rasped. “You want it? Want me to cum inside you?” She nodded frantically, past words. Eric slammed in one last time and came hard, a low, guttural groan tearing out of him as he emptied himself deep inside her. The hot pulse of his cum triggered her own orgasm. Her body locked up around him, walls milking every drop while she shook underneath his weight.

Two: some small, traitorous part of me hadn't stopped thinking about what he'd said since he said it or about the two seconds after I fell, when neither of us had moved. I sat back down at my laptop, stared at the same flat, lifeless paragraph for a long time, and then before I could talk myself out of it opened a new tab. My cursor sat blinking in the search bar for almost a full minute before I typed the question: does an erotic writer need experience before writing? I deleted it. Typed it again. This time I hit search.

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.

She kept stroking him, thumb brushing over the head, spreading the wetness there. “Fuck, baby,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re gonna kill me.” She didn’t stop. Just kept kissing him, touching him, pressing her body against his. Two years of rivalry had left her starving. She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, grinding down slowly. Her wetness coated his cock as she rocked against him. Jonah’s hands gripped her thighs. “You’re so wet already. Been thinking about this?” “Yes,” she admitted, voice shaky. “All night.”

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

It sprang forth, hard and pulsing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Kira stroked the veiny length, marveling at its size and heat. She guided the swollen head to her entrance, rubbing it teasingly along her slit, coating it in her juices. Jax groaned, his hips jerking forward as he sought entrance, desperate to bury himself in her welcoming heat.