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I hung up and set the phone down, my hands still trembling from everything crashing together at once. The money he was offering the filthy journal the way my pussy would not stop aching. Professor Voss leaned in closer again, his body heat reaching me as he picked up the journal and held it out to me. “We are not done Riley. Open it to page twenty three. The one where I describe edging a shy girl until she is dripping down her thighs and begging for cock. Read it aloud for me. Slowly. Let me hear every filthy word in your voice and watch how wet it makes you.”

The logical part of my brain, the part that liked neatly restored paintings and clean brushes and answers, was having a very bad month. The occult section was tucked in the farthest corner, behind a dusty pillar and next to a broken radiator that hissed like a snake. The books looked untouched, mostly oversized hardcovers with cracked spines and spooky fonts. I traced my fingers over them, unsure what I was looking for until something sharp pricked my index finger. I jerked back, hissing. One of the books had a tiny iron spike sticking from its spine, like it didn’t want to be opened. I stared at the title.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

Playing dirty to get what we want. Authors note: This is the end of book one. Book two will continue under the same title. I hope you’ve enjoyed book one. Book two’s title is: The Promised Mate

Her moans grew louder, filthier"That's it, tongue-fuck my cunt, you dirty boy. Make Mommy come." I slipped two fingers inside her; it slid in easily with how soaked she was, curling them to rub that rough, sensitive spot on her front wall. Her pussy gripped them like a vice, hot and velvety, pulsing with need. I added a third, stretching her, pumping in and out with a wet squelch that echoed in the quiet room. My other hand reached up to knead her ass, my fingers digging into the soft cheeks, spreading them wider.

He came with a deep groan, thick ropes of cum shooting across both their asses and backs, marking them as his. He looked down at them, both panting and covered in his seed. “Clean each other up with your tongues,” he ordered softly. “Lick every drop Daddy gave you.” Mia and Rachel turned to each other. Mia lowered her head and started licking cum off her mom’s ass and back. Rachel did the same to Mia. Their tongues moved slow and filthy, cleaning skin and then meeting in a messy, cum-filled kiss. Daniel watched them, his cock still half-hard. “Good girls. Such perfect girls for Daddy.”

The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch. “Take it, whore. Take that dick in your shithole.” They started pounding her….. Ethan wrecking her ass, Jax skull-fucking her. Then they switched. Jax took her asshole while Ethan made her clean his cock straight from her ass, making her taste her own filth. She came hard, squirting messily onto the mat while both holes were used. But they weren’t satisfied yet. They flipped her onto her back and double-penetrated her properly. Jax lay down and yanked her on top, slamming into her cunt. Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole.

My hands pressed into the wood, my knuckles white, as I whispered a frantic prayer. “Lord, cleanse me. Wash this filth out of my mind. I am Yours. I am not this woman. I am not.” But my body… my body wouldn’t stop trembling. Because the truth? For one wild, reckless second… I liked what I saw. I grabbed the phone again and my thumbs flew across the screen. Gloria: Don’t you ever send me something like that again. This is disgusting, sinful. You need repentance, not this filth.

‎ ‎"You're going to make me c*m all over your c**k Johnny. I'm going to make a mess all over your c**k if you keep moaning like that, Johnny" ‎ ‎"Go ahead. Do it baby. C*m for me. F*****g c*m for me, Charlotte" he responded and then proceeded to thrust harder and deeper tilting me closer and closer and closer to the edge of my release. He was going faster and I could almost swear I felt that damn piercing touch my cervix! I felt electric strikes and shocks going to and fro my brain and p***y in tandem. ‎ ‎"F**k!! You feel so good, baby. You're clenching that pretty p***y so f*****g well, baby"

As if even dust were ashamed to invade this place. Sumire squinted her eyes when she was finally inside. 'It's so shiny!' Everything inside seemed to be sanitized, and even the air inhaled seemed to have been sterilized. The office has a hospital scent that lingers inside with alcohols and an anti-bacterial refreshener. The design of the office suite is very simple. It has only small embellishments that scintillate into silver-white. The office suite was also spacious. Sumire wanders around, eyes perusing each corner. On the right side of the office wall, is an oversized bookshelf containing Science Criminalistic books and many more with a white cover. They are all arranged in their sizes, f