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"I want to feel you between them." He groaned, his hips bucking as he positioned himself between my breasts. He took them in his hands, pressing them together, creating a tight channel for his cock. He began to move, his hips thrusting forward, his length sliding between my breasts with each stroke. "Oh god, Emma," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Your tits are so fucking perfect. So soft and warm." I moaned, my body writhing beneath him as he fucked my cleavage with aggressive, desperate thrusts.

“But your wife called me directly today. She knows my name, Zayn. She screamed at me over the phone, saying she’d drag your name through every tabloid if you don’t end it.” My pussy throbbed despite the fear, the danger making everything feel hotter. I grounded against his thigh, needing his cock, with my nipples hard. He broke the kiss, breathing heavy, and yanked my blouse open, buttons flying. “Let her scream. She has her secrets.” He shoved my bra down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make me cry out. His other hand pushed under my skirt, fingers sliding into my soaked folds. “So fucking wet already. You love this, don’t you? Love being the dirty secret that co

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, her moans of pleasure mingling with my grunts of desire. Together, we moved in perfect harmony, our bodies entwined . My thrusts grew faster, more desperate, the need to claim her overwhelming me . I leaned down, kissing her fiercely, our tongues tangling . Her nails dug deeper into my back, her body quivering with the intensity of my thrusts. The pleasure was building, each thrust bringing us closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. "Oh god, Steven," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "I'm gonna come..."

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

Dark Temptations – Men who don’t just touch… they claim. Pleasure & Power – Games where surrender is as dangerous as resistance. BDSM & Forbidden Kinks – Chains, blindfolds, rules… and the wicked thrill of breaking them. Primal Possession – Being chased, caught, and taken until you can’t breathe without wanting more. Obsession That Burns – Love that feels like fire, beautiful, consuming, impossible to escape. This is not for the faint or the shy. It will touch you in places no one else dares, leave you burning, and keep you wanting long after the last page.

I let out a loud, choked-off cry. He started a brutal, fast pace. The desk was hitting the wall—thud, thud, thud. Every time he slammed into me, I felt a wave of shared heat explode in my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down so I could bite his shoulder. I wanted to mark him. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. The erotica of the moment was overwhelming. We were two people who should not be together, doing things that were forbidden. The risk of being caught made it even hotter. I could feel him clenching, his muscles getting hard as he pushed deeper and faster.

he said, groaning my name. With that, I wrapped my arms around his back, dragging my nails across his skin, which made him hiss. I pulled our lips together again, our bodies tangling once more. “That’s it, sweet mate, touch what’s yours,” he said as soon as we broke apart. With those words, I approached my climax quickly. I felt that familiar wave of pleasure rising. His thrusts did not stop for even a moment. He flipped me so I was on all fours, his hands holding my arms in place—pinning me. His thrusts became more erratic, never slowing down. I was drooling, unable to think clearly; the only thing in my mind was how good he felt in this position.

My fingers slipped inside, through soft curls, and found a scorching, drenched heat. "Keep going," I breathed, my middle finger sliding through her slick folds, circling her entrance. "Nicholas... Nick... don't... I mean..." But her protest was weak, her body arching into my touch. "Keep talking. Tell me how to make her come." "You can... talk to her... tell her she tastes good, that you love it... mash your tongue onto her clit... pulse it in time with your fingers... keep doing that... just like that... yes..."

A slow, wicked smile spread across his face, and he claimed my lips again, his hand moving beneath my skirt. His fingers hooked around the edge of my lace panties, pulling them aside, and he slipped inside me. His touch sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my veins, and I gasped, my head falling back, exposing my neck. He took the invitation, his lips trailing down my throat, his teeth nipping at my collarbone. I was a mess of sensations, my body on fire, my mind a blur of lust and need. His fingers moved inside me, slow and deliberate, and I moaned, my hips pressing against his hand, desperate for more.