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Baby smooth. Terrence moans as he dips his finger inside. My walls clench around him instantly. I’m so sensitive, I latch unto his wrist and begin to ride his finger. But it’s not enough. Not enough pressure. Not enough depth. As if Terrence understands, he adds another finger. I moan as he thrusts both middle fingers in and out of me. “You like that?” he rasps, bringing his lips within inches of mine. “Does that please you?” I nod earnestly. “Faster.”

4 LENA I felt him then, a shift, something more insidious than ever before. His presence wasn’t just inside my head anymore—it was everywhere. It filled the air, thick and suffocating. I couldn’t escape it. His fingers—no, my fingers—lifted to my lips, brushing over them in a soft, deliberate motion. The touch was gentle, almost tender, but it only made the horror worse. It wasn’t my hand. It wasn’t my touch. The realization was a slow, creeping cold that snaked down my spine. His lips, warm and familiar, pressed against mine, and I felt it—him, claiming me.

The visual—the sound of her—drives him wild. Her body is glistening now, every inch of her slick with sweat. The glow on her skin, the shimmer of heat radiating off her—he’s never seen anything more erotic. More painfully gorgeous. “Fuck,” he curses, breathless, overcome. His hand moves up, wrapping firmly around her throat, just enough pressure to make her breath hitch in her lungs. With the other, he’s still grasping her breast, kneading and toying with it like a man possessed. He pulls her body back toward him, bringing her upright as he thrusts harder than before, his hips slamming into hers with unrelenting force.

Didn't stop until he was satisfied. He stood, belt already unbuckled, cock freed and hard, thick, already leaking. “Lie back.” I obeyed instantly, heat flushing across my whole body. He didn’t tease. Didn’t waste a second. With one hard thrust, he filled me. I cried out, arching as he stretched me open. Adrian grabbed my hips and drove into me again and again, the wet slap of skin echoing in the still office. My legs wrapped around him, holding him close, anchoring him inside me. And the thought of someone finding my unapproachable boss only added a thrill to my insides.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

Tone: Fast-paced / Playful yet provocative / Steamy and daring / Light-hearted with erotic tension / Flirtatious Genre: Erotica / Steamy Romance / Erotic New Adult Romance / Contemporary Romance / College Romance / Lust-Driven Romance / Forbidden Romance / Quick Heat / Group Dares & Sexual Exploration / Short Reads/ Steamy Fiction / urban Tropes: College Dares & Games / One-Night Stand / Friends-to-lovers / Enemies with Benefits / Sexual Awakening / Instant Lust / opposite attracts

Four “So, what’s the genre we’re looking at?” Nico picked up one of the books on the desk and flipped it to the back, reading the short description. “This one seems to be about magical powers and shit. Fantasy?” Theo nodded, taking a sip of his wine. He set down his glass and picked up a book from the pile. “I have romance, crime thrillers and fantasy, here.” He handed him a book. “What do you think about this?”

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

The wet sounds of his cock slamming into my creamy pussy filled the room along with my desperate moans. “Harder,” I gasped, pushing back to meet every thrust, my tits bouncing with the force. “Fill me up. Use me like I’m yours.” He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles, never slowing his hips, pounding me so good my legs shook and my juices ran down my thighs. The pleasure built dirty, my walls fluttering around his cock as I got closer. Lucian leaned over me, chest against my back, teeth grazing my shoulder while he fucked me even deeper. “You’re so fucking tight and wet for your therapist,” he rasped. “Come on my cock, Nora. Let me feel you lose control.”

Clatter— The knife and fork slipped from Luther’s hands, hitting the floor with a sharp ring. Even with his face hidden behind the black mist, I could feel the shock rolling off him. Tch. Annoying. I grabbed Luther by the collar, pulled him close, and kissed him hard—pressing my lips to his and sliding the cherry from my mouth into his. Our tongues brushed; he tried to pull away, but I didn’t care. I bit down on the cherry, letting its overly sweet juice spill out slowly between us.