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The wet sounds of his fingers sliding through her folds mixed with their heavy breathing. Every red light felt like torture. Every stop made them freeze for a second, hearts pounding, bodies pressed tightly together. Then the light would change and Amara would start grinding again, rolling her hips in those slow, deliberate circles that made Roman’s cock throb painfully beneath her. “I’m so close,” she whispered, voice shaky. “Your fingers feel so good on my clit.” “Don’t come yet,” Roman ordered quietly, pulling his hand back slightly to keep her on the edge. “I want you desperate by the time we reach the hotel.”

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

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.

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.

His lips f trailed soft kisses on her neck then her bosom her making her moan his name in pleasure. “Oh Edwin” His fingers traced her body slowly and carefully, as if he were scared of hurting her skin. He stared into her eyes as he removed every piece of silk that covered her body. “I want you so bad my Rose” he murmured in a lust-filled voice. Then he inserted his fingers into her feminine core relentlessly till her whole body shook from her release. Arabella’s body was on fire; her body shivered with desire. What type of sorcery is this? she wondered. The way she felt was out of this world.

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

“My fucking princess.” I looked back down and eyed her pussy as I made love to her. It was so erotic and with each thrust, she clenched tighter. She was going to come soon and so was I. I thrusted faster and pressed my finger against her clit, playing with it. She thrashed under me as my finger moved. My cock ached at how she responded to my touch and my heart fluttered as she made sounds. I wanted to hear more, to hear the sounds she made when I touched her, when I kissed her and when my cock was inside her.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

He slammed into me from behind, one hand on my hip, the other tangled in my hair. “You like being used like this?” he grunted. “Yes,” I sobbed. “Yes, sir, please, don’t stop, argghh” He slapped my ass hard, then rubbed it gently. “Dirty girl.” His cock hit deep, over and over, until I was right there again. “Come for me, Emma,” he growled in my ear. “Soak my cock with your juices.” And I did. The orgasm ripped through me, intense and wild and endless. My vision blurred, my thighs shook, and my scream was muffled by the sheets.

"It's a...solid choice. “How about you?” I asked, turning to face him. “What's yours?” “Well… I read a lot of books and finding a favourite among them has become almost impossible because they all stand out differently.” “Impressive.” I smiled. “Do you read erotica?” he asked, as he halted his steps and turned to face me. My heart skipped. Not because of the genre but because of how he said it. The tone he used was… dangerous. “Well…. I… most of the time.” I stammered.