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I bite my lip, typing fast. “Just a T-shirt, riding up. Black lace panties, super tight. You will definitely like it and it will drive you crazy.” His reply pops up quickly, making my stomach flip. “Fuck, I can picture you on that bed. Should I tell you something nasty?” “Go for it,” I type, my heart picking up. “If I were with you, I would grab your boobs, slow at first, feeling you up. Then I will slide my hand down, beneath your panties, rubbing your clits and fingering your pussy till you’re shaking.”

They were so raw, so uninhibited. “Please,” he begged, his voice cracking. “Just once. I’ll do anything. I’ll go on my knees for you, Olandria. Anything.” I hadn't been touched like this in over a year. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming, lit on fire by the friction of his body against mine. “What about Eva?” I asked, the last shred of my conscience putting up a fight.

The door slammed shut behind us. José grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "You think popping that cherry for some rich white boy is gonna be special? We're gonna take it right here on this bar top." My pulse quickened. The idea sent a bloom of heat straight between my legs. I was supposed to stay pure for my parents' choice, they said I couldn't let there be a scandal. But the thought of these rough men popping my cherry actually thrilled me. "Fuck you... You can't do shit," I chuckled. José nodded at the bald biker. "Show her what that mouth is really for."

Licking her lips, Janice settled her pussy over the vanity table. It was a little weird, yes, but ever since her husband forbade her from having toys, Janice had had to be creative with how she got herself off. She’d discovered from reading a smut book that rubbing your pussy on the edge of the table could get you off even faster. And that was what she was going to do. Hiking one leg up, she pressed herself against the cool rounded edge and started rocking slowly. A soft whimper escaped her throat and she closed her eyes, bringing her hands to her breasts.

My lips were parted but my words were gone. He leaned in just enough for me to feel the heat of his breath against my wetness. “Answer me.” I shook my head, wide-eyed, drunk on lust. “No,” I finally whispered. He tilted his head slightly, like he wasn’t satisfied. “No what?” “No one else could,” I said. “No one else would know how. They’d ruin it. Not the way you would.” He smiled. “They’d panic the second they saw you like this,” he murmured. “They’d come in their fucking pants before they even touched you. You think any soft little boy could look at this perfect virgin pussy and know how to own it? How to break it in properly?”

He pushed slightly, just the tip slipping inside before pulling out again. He repeated this motion several times, intentionally teasing me with just a hint of the fullness he could provide. My legs tightened around his waist, trying to pull him inside but he resisted, keeping only the tip of his cock buried within my wet heat. "If I slid all the way in right now," he whispered, "You'd moan so loud he'd definitely hear us.” "He'd probably lose his mind," I panted quietly, my hips moving desperately against him, trying to get more of his cock inside me. "Finding me getting fucked right outside our house." The idea was so taboo and exciting that I felt myself getting even wetter.

"Yes." A slow, satisfied smile curved Damon's lips. "Let's start with the concept of repressed desire." Before Kai could answer, Damon's hand caught his chin and tilted his face up. The touch was firm but not rough. The light hair on the back of Damon's hand brushed Kai's skin, and a shiver ran down his spine. "Pay attention," Damon murmured. He kept one hand on Kai's chin while the other opened the textbook again. "The chains in the text symbolize something the character wants but cannot admit."

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He thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, making my orgasm build embarrassingly quick. Gavin thrusts a little faster, leaning over to whisper. "Do you like that babygirl?" I bite my lip and nod my head slowly. He smiles, and whispers. "Do you want to cum on my fingers babygirl? Let me taste you!" A soft moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes, nodding my head. He thrusts a little faster, pressing hard on my clit and my eyes fly open. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum, on the couch, watching a scary movie, with my brother's dad's fingers inside me. The worst part, I am loving everything he is making me feel right now.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?