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She was going crazy. Seeing that her face was turning redder, Rodney became more cheerful. “Look, I told you that we have common interests…” “Shut up.” Freya felt like she was going to explode. “Well… There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Rodney really found her embarrassment and frantic expression quite cute. “The book is quite nice.” “If you like it, then read your fill.” Freya squeezed out a smile that was even more unpleasant than crying and rushed up to snatched the book away, quickly stuffing it into the drawer. “My mom said dinner is ready. Do you want everyone in my family to wait for you?”

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

“When? When I came to Freedonia? Was it two years ago? At your mother’s birthday?” “Not so long ago—yeah,” he said, his voice faint, like he didn’t even want her to hear. “I was maybe ten years old.” “YOU WERE TEN YEARS OLD?!!!!” Freya reacted, very, very shocked. Inner Devil 2: 'This is not just love—this is vintage, aged, fine-wine-level obsession. And girl, we approve!' Inner Devil 2: 'So when you fell in the playroom and wanted to disappear, HE was probably like, ‘Wow. She falls so gracefully.''

I wailed, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he started moving in deep and punishing strokes that made the heavy oak desk creak and scrape across the floor. “Fuck… this tight little cunt is gripping Daddy’s cock so perfectly,” he snarled, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. He fucked me like an animal, hips snapping relentlessly. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with my broken moans and the filthy squelching of my soaked pussy. I came again hard around his cock almost immediately, screaming “Daddy!” as my walls spasmed and another smaller squirt leaked out around his thick shaft, soaking his balls and the desk beneath us.

We didn’t just want to build a clinic; we wanted to create real change. As I glanced at Mrs. Narti’s dimly lit house next door, a question suddenly popped into my mind that had been swirling around without an answer. “Julien, Ratna said she’s seven years old, right?” I furrowed my brow, trying to formulate my words. “But Mrs. Narti looks… well, she’s probably over fifty. I’m just… curious. I mean, why at that age does she still have such a small child?”

I kept making it a circle. But this fifth one. This one was perfect. I held the paper up to the light. The ink was blue—her favorite pen, the one I had taken from her backpack after she… after I… I couldn't finish the thought. The fight had been bad. Worse than usual. She came home past midnight, smelling of cheap vodka and someone else's cigarettes. I asked where she'd been. She said none of my business. I said I was her mother, everything about her was my business. She laughed. That ugly, knowing laugh that teenagers save for the people they hate most.

His lips found mine in a deep, claiming kiss that tasted like ten years of hunger finally satisfied. When he pulled back, his golden eyes burned with promise. “You’re mine now, Freya. No more hiding. No more waiting.” I smiled against his mouth, finally at peace. “I know.” And for the first time in a decade, I wasn’t afraid of what tomorrow would bring, cause I am here with the one man that makes tomorrow matters.Radian Black.

Safe words mean stop, no matter what, even if he was within an inch of release. "I think we found a new way to unlock your free side, Daddy. Damn, you looked fucking hot there." Her hands pull him closer to her if that is even possible. "Keep going, Jackson." He looks up at her, shocked, she was done. Even he could tell she couldn't take much more. "Not tonight, we both need sleep. And that right there can't happen again kitten." He loved it, hearing her say the word for him pushed him to his free side.

I jumped on my bed and checked my phone, seeing a text notification plastered on my screen. Of course it just had to be my damned mother. Who else could it be? Lyssa Hendrix, the "queen" of the mafia. She was nothing better than my father; if anything, she was worse. She was cold, brutal, and didn't care about anything but herself. It disgusted me. I opened my phone, reading the text. "You're coming clubbing with me tomorrow. It's going to be so much fun!"

She ran the smooth side over my ass, letting me feel the cool leather. "Ten strikes," Monica said. "Count them." The first slap landed hard across both cheeks. The sting bloomed hot and sharp. "One," I gasped. The second followed quickly on the left cheek. "Two." Each strike grew harder, the paddle cracking against my reddened skin. By the fifth my voice was shaking. Tasha reached under me and found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles while Monica continued the spanking.