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I screamed, the angle hitting places I didn’t know existed. “Fuck, Alexandria,” he groaned, his eyes locked on mine. “Yes!” I cried, my body surrendering completely. “Gio, I’m so close!” “Hold it,” he ordered, his thumb pressing my clit. “You come with me. Together.” “I can’t,” I whimpered, my body shaking. “You can,” he growled, leaning down to kiss me as he fucked me. “Gio!” I screamed, breaking the kiss. “Please!” “Now,” he roared, his thrusts erratic. “Come for me, Alexandria.”

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

His thick cock battered her cervix with every stroke, the wet squelching sounds obscene. “Look at me,” he ordered. She forced her eyes open. His face was inches from hers, dark skin glistening with sweat, jaw clenched. He fucked her with controlled fury, grinding against her clit on every downstroke. “You’re going to cum on this Black cock like the desperate little white girl you are,” he snarled. “And then you’re going to thank me.” Emily’s orgasm crashed over her without warning. Her pussy clamped down hard, squirting around his cock as she screamed. Kane kept fucking her through it, drawing it out until her legs shook and tears of overstimulation leaked from the corners of her eyes.

I looked at him, my eyes pleading for him to let me go. He seemed to understand, his movement becoming more erratic, more desperate. He pulled out just enough to let me come, and then he thrust back in hard, sending me over the edge. My body convulsed around him, my muscles clamping down on his erection. I cried out, my voice echoing in the library, but the books muffled the sound just enough to keep us hidden. I was in the middle of a powerful orgasm, my body shuddering and shaking, afterglow.

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

“More than I asked for. I wanted to be used until I couldn’t think. Until nothing else existed. You did that.” Someone else spoke from behind me—rougher voice, Eastern European accent. “You cried a lot at the end. Looked like you were drowning. We almost stopped.” “I wasn’t drowning,” I rasped. “I was… feeling everything. Too much. All at once. It was terrifying. And perfect.” I laughed once—short, broken. “I hate that it was perfect.” Quiet laughter answered from several directions. The bearded man helped me sit back on my heels. “You took every cock in this room twice. Some of us three times. You squirted more than any girl we’ve had. You begged for it even when you were sobbing. That’s no

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He must be feeling the same because his hands knead harder, his kisses get more feverish, and I can feel his hardness start to poke against my ass. First Guy captures my lips in his again, threading his fingers in my hair. His kiss is heated and urgent, turning me on faster than anyone has ever done. I’m the only one naked while both are still dressed. I can feel my wetness increasing, and my body starts aching for some relief. The air gets hotter, and I can feel his cock poking my lower belly. I’m sandwiched between cocks, and the thought alone makes me almost come.

The erotica of the moment was too much to handle. While he licked me, he started finger fucking me with four fingers. He was driving them in and out with a fast, heavy rhythm. The wet, slapping sounds were loud in the hot room. I was so wet that my own juices were running down my legs. I was sobbing his name, my voice raw and broken. "Marcus! Please! I need it! Give it to me!" I shrieked. He stood up and grabbed his cock. He didn't use a condom. He wanted to feel my heat, and I wanted to feel him inside me with nothing in between us. He guided himself to my entrance and shoved in with one hard, violent thrust that bottomed out.