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Warning: 18+ only. This book contains age gap erotica and hardcore steamy taboo. If you're not up to 18 or sensitive to contents like this, I advise not to read further. But if you're not,then get ready for a naughty, intriguing and fun read. __________________________________ She slowly leans forward,her weight supported with a hand on the table.Her eyes looking into mine, not flickering, just slowly battering up, and then down. Was she trying to read my thoughts? Was it a dare?

Demon sex. Whoa. Great Aunt Rose was even more unhinged than I thought. I didn't know if she actually used the book, but she must have, right? I mean, it was a sex spellbook, for God's sake! Who wouldn't use it? In fact, I was already thinking of a few things... No! I said to myself firmly. Snap out of it! But... Fuck, my nipples were tingling, and there was a familiar ache between my legs. I glanced at my drawer where my battery powered boyfriend lay. Did I really want to get out my vibrator now when I was supposed to be cleaning?

No deep pressure that made my mouth fall open. He started moving, steady and careful. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned. I wrapped my legs around him and moved with him, but every thrust just made me think of the desk. The way Mr. Grant had held my hips and forced every thick inch inside me. The way he had called me a slut while he used me. Derick kissed my neck. “You feel so good.” I closed my eyes and pretended the voice in my ear was deeper. Older. Meaner.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 58: Relentless Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. The relentless wet rhythm echoes through the room, reverberating off the walls like a drumbeat summoned from the core of their chaotic lust. The sound of their skin meeting, over and over, bounces wildly in the air, loud and uninhibited, mixing with the guttural gasps and animalistic groans that keep escaping their lips.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

I nod, looking up at him. "Good girl." That makes shivers run down my spine. "Now, open it and read out the first line." I slowly open the book, my cheeks burning from embarrassment. How can he make me read this out to him? "Go on." He urges, his voice firm and his face rigid. I swallow before opening my mouth to speak. "Dear diary, I want professor Ivan to make me choke on his cock." The words leave my lips and my stomach churns, and then he chuckles, his hands moving to his belt.

He suggested, opening the book. "Is that where we were? Let me see." Instead of opening my own book I stood up and leaned over the table to look at his. I felt the robe open and my breasts fall forward. Max looked up and his eyes looked as if they were going to fall out of his head. His mouth opened and remained that way as he stared down my robe. I figured he could see everything right down to my pink nipples and a wave of heat flowed through me. Goddamn Richard had been right on, that was for sure.

Eros sighed, and I nodded. As we headed up the stairs, he turned to me and said, “Erin is a Clurichaun, a solitary fairy that asked me for a job many years ago, and she is feisty and can cause mischief especially after she is deep in her cups, so be leery about roaming around late at night because that is when she indulges in her whiskey. I believe that she's already into her cups.” “Okay,” I replied and watched Samson rush past our feet shouting excuse me.

My pussy clenched hard around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth as I came with a muffled scream into my shirt. Wave after wave ripped through me, my thighs locking around his head, body convulsing on the counter. Stars burst behind my eyes. I shook uncontrollably, tears streaming, hating every second of how perfect it felt. Roman kept licking and sucking through it all, drawing out every last tremor until I was a trembling, ruined mess.