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I used to shrug it off, but one day, I waltzed into the apartment he and Eric shared and I got a glimpse of him naked. He was standing there stark naked and my eyes zoned in on his huge cock. We laughed the moment off, but I have never been the same ever since. How could I? The sight of his thick veiny cock, droplets of water from the shower he just had running down his body. I get wet just thinking about that day, I would touch myself sometimes imagining it was my juices running down his body that day.

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.

It burned slightly as it went down, a sharp contrast to the sweet, wet heat Rox was creating between my legs. "Drink it all," Eric whispered, his eyes locked on mine, watching for the swallow. "This will keep his seed alive inside you. It will make your womb a garden for him." As the last drop disappeared, Rox’s tongue turned into a blurring frenzy. He wasn't being gentle anymore; he was sucking with a desperate, rhythmic force, his cheeks hollowing out as he pulled at me. The sensation was overwhelming, the bitterness of the herbs in my throat, the weight of Eric’s hand on my head, and the raw, localized explosion of Rox’s mouth.

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

I jerked, sending shiver like lightning down my spine. He licked my pussy, using his tongue to lick every wetness on it. He moaned as he lick it, letting out air from his mouth against my wet pussy. He used his tongue and found my pussy, he moved his tongue in slow teasing circles, rubbing my clit slowly. Then he sucked it hard, hard enough my legs felt numb and I jerked as he used his teeth to grave my clit, shaking on his desk. He shoved two fingers inside my pussy as he flickered his tongue on my clit, curling his fingers hard.

“Hold still for me… or don’t. I like it when you squirm.” Her mouth descended without warning, hot, wet, and relentless. She licked a broad stripe from my entrance up to my clit, then swirled her tongue around the swollen bud, sucking lightly before flicking fast. I bucked hard, one hand flying to her hair, the other fisting the quilt. The wet sounds of her eating me out mixed with Sage’s increasing whimpers, creating a filthy symphony that filled the cabin.

I whispered as planted a series of soft kisses down my neck to between my shoulders, then worked his way back and forth. Taking his hands, I brought them around to my breasts, "Hands and lips, honey, keep everything moving, and use everything you have." I ground back into his cock, "Even this, rub against me, and let that girl feel how bad you want her." Cupping my tits and stroking my nipples, Max worked his hips, sliding his cock along my back and I could feel his pre cum dripping down my skin. My hips moved back into him and my clit was throbbing to the point I was ready to whimper the way he had.

In the hot springs at twilight, water lapping at our bodies, him seated on a submerged rock while I rode him slowly, breasts bouncing, his mouth on my neck. In the fields during harvest, hidden in tall grass, quick and desperate, his hand over my mouth as sisters worked nearby. Always bare. Always deep. Always finishing inside. The sisterhood tended to me like a holy relic. Daily baths with essential oils to enhance fertility and keep my skin glowing. Massages that turned sensual with multiple hands on my body, kneading my heavier breasts, my rounding belly, my swollen pussy lips. They fed me fertility foods—avocados, almonds, dates stuffed with honey.

Santa Claus whipped me again and again, but all that escaped my mouth were my moans as I whined on the body, wishing to be released so I could jump on him and ride the piece of meat in between his legs. "Yes, Daddy." I licked my bottom lip seductively as he thrust the whip to a side, before grabbing the oil and rubbing all over his cock, till it glistened. He took it out and inserted it inside my pussy, before using the remote control to trigger it to work inside me. I squirted hard on the bed as it seemed as if electricity was buzzing through me, hard. "Shit! What a mess!" He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment.

She came closer to his ears and whispered in a low seductive voice “Please.Quench my thirst darling.” She stripped down her bathrobe completely. Now she was stark naked in front of him. “Let’s try something different today.” he says, pulling out handcuffs and a stick from his drawer. “What's that for?” she asked, pointing towards the stick. It didn't look like some naughty sex toy but rather something a cop would use to punish criminals who won't confess their crimes. “It’s all for fun darling .You will soon know its usage.” She got down on all four limbs in doggy style on the bed as he tied her wrist to the end of headboards of bed with handcuffs , spreading her legs apart.