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Lena grabbed my throat with one hand and my tit with the other, pinching my nipple hard as she pounded me. “This pussy belongs to me now,” she snarled, thrusting even harder. “Every time you see me at family dinners, you’re going to remember how I ruined this tight little cunt.” I was losing my mind. The dirty talk, the bondage, the forbidden thrill of fucking Maya’s sister — it was all too much. Lena suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. She climbed onto the bench, straddling my face. “Eat my pussy first,” she demanded, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

I swallowed the moan that was about to slip out from my throat. “Look at you,” he whispered. “Fucking gorgeous. Always wondered how you’d feel in my fist and damn you feel hot and thick. Theo's dripping for me already.” he whispered. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he pumped me again, tighter this time, thumb pressing under the crown just the way I liked—no, better than I’d ever managed alone. Every filthy fantasy I’d buried for fifteen years crashed over me at once. “Tell me,” he said, voice rough. “Tell me you’ve thought about this. About me jerking you off. About my mouth and my magnificent cock.”

I shivered the moments the words left his mouth, my gaped pussy clenching. “I need you to fuck your boyfriend how you would want him to fuck you” he said easily but my body tensed, not because he had said something wrong but because he literally said my fantasy. He wrapped a hand around my neck gently in a show of dominance and whispered, “I could read your nasty thoughts as you stood in the doorway earlier” he casually said but a shiver ran down my spine as he straightened.

She could still feel the ghost of his possession. She hated that she couldn’t stop thinking about him, hated the way his voice echoed in her mind long after he’d left the room, hated that even knowing it was wrong, some part of her still wanted to feel that closeness again. She wanted more, she wanted his mouth on every inch of her, she wanted to feel him inside her, filling the emptiness Daniel had created, she wanted this forbidden, illicit thing with a ferocity that terrified her. After tasting the fire, how could she ever return to the ice of her marriage? She wanted to do all the wicked, delicious things her mind was now conjuring. She could have spent hours just kissing him, learning t

I was dripping, actual strings of slick running down my inner thighs. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled, eyes devouring every inch. “That pretty pink cunt is soaked. Clit all swollen and peeking out like a desperate little slut.” He reached down and dragged two thick fingers through my folds, spreading my juices everywhere. “So fucking wet for your tutor’s cock. You’ve been fantasizing about this since the first spanking, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned, hips jerking forward as he circled my clit slow and teasing. “Every night. I touch myself thinking about you spanking my ass red then fucking me stupid. I cum whispering your name like a pathetic little whore.”

One of his knees pushed between my thighs, spreading me open. His free hand slips under the hem of my dress and finds the soaked lace of my panties. He groaned, his fingers slid over the wet fabric. “Soaked already,” he muttered.“All for me?” “Yes father,” I admit, the word barely a whisper. “God, yes. It’s been months since Nicholas touched me and I feel like I’m going crazy, I'm losing my mind…ohhh...” Two thick fingers hook the lace aside and stroke through my folds, gathering the slickness there.

His breath now fanned my cheeks as he inched a little closer as if assessing me. Then I did something I couldn't believe I would ever do, something that I had only seen work in books and movies. I licked my lips, slowly, sexually, in a way that was meant to convey my want. His eyes darkened, a low groan erupting from his chest as my nipples hardened beneath my shirt in anticipation. I felt my bins getting giddy...I knew I was going to hate myself for this but a man as hot and sexy as Dante? Can only be seen in books and movies and if I don't get to survive all of this, I can at least die with a satisfied pussy.

The waiter asked, glancing at the prince. "I-I'm not allowed to eat at this time." Tierra mumbled quietly. Damien ignored her. "Two plates of roasted meat. Some vegetables, also." The waiter nodded and walked away. When Damien glanced at Tierra, her eyes were wide. "What? What's wrong?" "I'm not allowed to eat meat. All the slaves aren't allowed to eat meat." She said. Damien sighed, "Like i said, I do what I want." He said. When their food came, Tierra first took a hesitant bite from the meat, then another, then another. She fell in love and ate like she hadn't eaten in days.

I sucked in a shaky breath, biting down on my lip as another wave of heat coursed through me. I was so screwed. This man… this annoying, off-limits man, was doing things to me with nothing but his presence! I don’t know how long I stood there, staring, watching him, but I enjoyed every move, every flex of his muscles. They made my body burn with hot desire. I was still battling with how it was so annoying that he could effortlessly wreck me without even trying when the lights suddenly went off. The sudden darkness snapped me back to reality, like a splash of cold water dragging me out of a dangerously heated trance.