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And why was my heart racing when he had his eyes fixed on me. ********* Aunt May had a ladies hangout with some of her friends leaving me alone. My step uncle also met with a distant friend of his, but I wasn't bothered about being left home alone. I had the room to myself, dressed exactly how Uncle Wilton would have wanted me as I read another piece from my collection of erotic book. My legs were growing weak and I spread them wide while imagining my step uncle was touching me from behind. I should had reprimanded myself right there but I was too overwhelmed by the flow of erotic thoughts. My hand reached downwards skirting past my abdomen.

His hair was slightly mussed from when he had kissed her in the elevator, making him look both devastatingly handsome and dangerously unrestrained. Her mind spun with panic, desire, fear, and shame. What am I doing…? Why am I here…? But deep down, beneath her terror, a darker truth pulsed: she wanted to be here. She wanted to know what it felt like to be desired so completely that a man like Ethan Wolfe would break his own rules for her. The realisation made her stomach flutter and her thighs clench despite her fear.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

"Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart. It's just biology." I left the room, my entire body humming with adrenaline and lust. That was my phase two. Trying to normalise it. Making sure to imply that it was our shared secrets. I wouldn't want any backing out. That afternoon, I came home early. I went straight to his laptop. This time, I didn't just look at history. I opened the Literotica website to a specific story *"Auntie's Obedience School"* and left the browser open on his screen. Then I went to my room, changed into a casual sun dress, and waited.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

Her fingers, skilled and careful, had traced the spines of volumes on law, history, and war before they closed around a simple, unmarked book of vellum. It was not a history. It was a collection of letters, intimate and raw, written by Alphas to their mates across generations. The words were so visceral, so full of longing and possession, that she found herself whispering them aloud, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. “I would have you on your knees before me, not in supplication, but in celebration. I would teach your mouth the shape of my name until you forget all others…” A floorboard creaked behind her

“Books saved my ass more than once.” I shifted closer without thinking, drawn by the honesty. “What do you normally read?” “Anything real. History. Thrillers. A couple romances when I’m feeling masochistic.” That tiny smirk again. It made my stomach flip. “You?” I laughed softly. “All the romances. The steamier the better… where the guy actually sees the girl, you know?” His eyes met mine. Held. “Yeah. I know.” “He sounds like a fucking idiot,” Ryan said flatly referring to my ex boyfriend. His hand rested on the back of the couch, fingers inches away from my shoulder. “He doesn’t deserve a woman who looks at him the way you did”

How about three, lovely three, prime three, the square root of three is one point seven-three-two- one… Good-bye, higher brain functions, he thought. Will she respect me in the morning…will she shoot me in the morning? And then he could no longer think at all, the hot, tight suction of her mouth so painfully sweet that he thought he would scream with the pain or the sweet- ness; then he was coming in hard bursts that seemed to burn all the way up his spine. When he could see again, he realized that Lenora was laughing, but coughing at the same time. He couldn’t think why. That wasn’t usual.