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The glistening head of his cock brushed against my lower lip. “Don’t be shy pen,” he ordered softly, hand around my jaw. “Open.” My lips trembled. Shame and horror warred with the slick heat soaking my panties. I was a licensed therapist. A married woman. This was my office. But my mouth parted anyway. Jax groaned in approval and rubbed the fat, cum-smeared head across my tongue. The taste… salty, musky, mixed with the cheerleader’s spit… made my stomach twist and my clit throb at the same time.

I lay there, my chest rising and falling, as the aftershocks subsided, the book still forgotten on my chest. I picked it up again, my fingers tracing the stylish words as I caught my breath. I couldn't believe what had just happened, but I couldn't deny the feeling of satisfaction that took over my entire body. I had never felt so turned on from reading a novel before, but then again, I'd never read a novel like this before. A small smile of enchantment touched my lips, my fingers still tracing the words as I settled back into the story. Maybe there was something to be said for erotic novels after all.

he ordered. She clung, nails digging into his neck, legs locked tight. He fucked her like the building was still burning, like every thrust could put out the fire in his blood. Deep, urgent strokes that hit her cervix, made her see stars. His T-shirt rode up; she raked nails down his abs. One hand slid between them, calloused thumb finding her clit, rubbing fast, rough circles. She sobbed, overstimulated, wrecked. “Gonna come on this cock?” he growled against her ear. “Right here, while the house burns?”

She just desired so much more, that he should keep sending her to the abode of heaven. As Eric started to move so quickly against her, slamming and beating her until the sound of their colliding sexes began to reverberate throughout the entire room, she continued to solidify her position. An aura of the stench of cum pervaded the air around them, intensifying the lust that surrounded them.

The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.

I picked a thriller, but as it started, Ryan stretched out, his arm draping behind me. His thigh brushed mine, and sparks shot through me. I could smell his clean soap scent, mixed with something masculine that made my mouth water. Halfway through, the plot twisted into something steamier. The main characters, a couple on the run, ended up in a motel room. The screen filled with them kissing, hands roaming. The woman pushed the man against the wall, her fingers tugging at his shirt. He growled and flipped her around, yanking her skirt up. My breath hitched as he exposed her ass, spanking it lightly before sliding his hand between her legs.

She moan​ed into hi​s e‌ar, soft‌, broken. I rub​bed f​aster, fingers s⁠lick‍, slipping inside now, two, then three, matching his thrusts. The cha⁠ir b​eneath me soake​d,⁠ every slam into Anna joltin‍g my body, pl​easure coiling tight and vicious. I hovered close, so close, watching him take​ them, doing it all for the c‍ontract, pu⁠shin⁠g me right to‌ the ed⁠ge.‍

“I’d rip those panties off and bury my face between your thighs first. Lick that sweet little pussy until you’re grinding on my tongue. Then I’d flip you over, spread those legs wide, and slam into you deep. You know how tight you get when you’re this desperate.” I moaned loudly, pushing two fingers inside myself. The wet, obscene sound of my arousal filled the quiet room as I pumped them slowly at first, curling them to hit that perfect spot. My hips rocked up to meet my hand, chasing the friction I craved. “Yes… just like that. Your cock is so much bigger than my fingers. I’m fucking myself right now, but it’s not enough. God, Daniel, I’m dripping for you.”

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"What's reverse harem?" "Many men sharing a single woman, instead of one man having many wives and concubines. It kind of negates the biological and physiological deficiencies of male reproduction." "Hence why lesbianism is preferable to women than heterosexuality," Brianna stated matter of factly. "If you don't love cock, Mistress," Marcia stated, just as certainly. "And these romance novels were the only source of your understanding of dominance/submission and sex slavery?" Sam asked. "I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel."