Novel & Cerita Forbidden Desire

The thought makes my cock snap fully erect again, pulsing against her leg. I don't like the idea of sharing her, but the thought of the power involved, the raw, unfiltered hedonism of it, is too tempting to ignore. The "nasty" side of my nature thrives on the idea of pushing boundaries. I let out a low, rumbling groan. "A threesome, huh?" "Tell me you're not disgusted," she whispers. "Disgusted? Fuck no," I rasp, flipping her around so I can see the hunger in her eyes. "The idea of seeing you completely overwhelmed... of having another pair of hands on you while I'm buried inside you... it's actually fucking hot."

“I do want you, I’m not gonna lie about that, but I’m not like this. I’m never like this. This is only happening because he said…” I trail off. Looking at the grandpa and grandson next to me, I whisper. “It’s because he said I can’t have sex. Now I want all the sex. You can’t tell me I can’t do something. Then all I want to do is…well, it. It’s the allure of the forbidden. You’re not like that?” “You either want something or you don’t. When does what other people say have anything to do with it?”

I didn’t hesitate as I pushed into her, making her wail from the sudden feeling of being filled by my cōck. Even though my body twitched in between her legs, I looked at her face, waiting to make sure that she was still good. When her eyes opened and stared at me with burning desire, I gripped her ankles in the air and rammed into her as if I were a possessed demon. I might as well be because her body makes me want to forget about her injury and instead mark every inch of it as my territory. Fūck it. I might as well. With an uncontrollable speed, I pierced into her tight hole as I twirled my tongue around her toes, swallowing them as she screāmed my name.

A few more days before the wedding, Hans doesn’t visit, leaving me to my own devices. Although I often felt used and under his control when he lured me to do his bidding, I genuinely enjoyed the pleasure of his touching and groping. For me to sink into the depths of an unexplainable sin was genuinely beyond me. Hans called me lusty, but nobody could talk to who would understand how I felt.

Damon Westwood Seeing her so impatient inflates my ego disproportionately. She irresistibly want me. Maybe almost as much as I want her. She trembles with desire. I love seeing her so vulnerable. At first my only desire was to leave her in a state of frustration immeasurable. But I couldn't resist. Especially not when she gives me those little dog eyes. “I want it now please.” Not additional foreplay I'm already on the verge of tearing my hair out. »

She will think that he doesn't want her by his side since she doesn't have any clue of what her closeness is doing to him. He really wants to sleep while cuddling her but he can't do it if he doesn't satisfy his sexual needs. He wants to go into her, after they get exhausted they can cuddle to sleep. He wonders how she will taste; of course she will taste sweet. All these dirty thoughts in his head are making the matter worse. The more he thinks about them, the more his adam apple hardens and his sexual desire increases. He quickly waves those dirty thoughts out of his mind and focuses on trying to sleep but he is sure that he can't sleep in this condition. The only solution is for Amira to

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But the moment his gaze turned towards me, I quickly averted my eyes, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. The awkwardness of the situation was unbearable, and I wished, like a sci-fi fantasy, that the ground would swallow me whole. As I sat there, squirming in my seat and feeling the embarrassment creeping in, I couldn't help but imagine the roof of the building opening up and a spaceship abducting me, rescuing me from this awkwardness. But alas, it was only a fantasy, and I was stuck there, sitting across from Isaac, feeling like a complete fool.

To mark me with his hands, abuse me with his teeth and devour me with his kiss. There is something seriously wrong with what is happening inside of me right now. Possessed. Owned. Controlled. I want to feel all of those things and I want to feel them with him. It’s a terrifying thought. Passion unfurls deep inside my chest, spreading roots of delicious desire throughout my limbs. What the hell is happening to me? My lips move fast as I whisper his name in a mindless chant full of abandon.

She moans at what I think is the peak of her orgasm before moaning my name and God and yes as she shakes beneath me. Hearing her confession and how much she wants me shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does but it pushes me closer to the edge. I continue fucking her through my frustration over letting things go too far with Avery and now I’m addicted to her and I have no intentions of giving her up.