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The King's Plaything (5) (Diana’s POV) It has been twenty days since Eric and I started having sex. Twenty days of him touching me, kissing me, and filling me every night. I never knew my body could feel like this. I have become completely addicted to my husband. Every time he leaves the room, I already miss him. At night, I have dirty dreams about us. In those dreams, he bends me over, fucks me hard, and calls me his good girl while I moan his name like a crazy woman.

“Feel that? How much your body wants this?” The shorter woman’s fingers stroked through my wetness, slow and deliberate, coating themselves before circling my clit. “She’s dripping,” she said softly, almost to the other woman. Then she looked up at me, eyes dark with heat. “Does it feel good when I do this?” Her fingertip pressed just a little harder. I moaned again, louder this time, head tipping back against the wall as the steam and their mouths and their hands pulled every coherent thought straight out of me.

ARC 15 : CROSSING THE LINE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit lesbian sex including tit sucking, fingering,, face-sitting, thigh grinding, mutual masturbation, squirting, cum tasting, slut-shaming, corruption kink, and intense best-friends-to-lovers angst with heavy emotional tension Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to raw, unrestrained dark erotic fiction that explores twisted desire without limits. ---- Bella’s POV It was a beautiful Thursday in the dorm and finals week was right around the corner. The entire atmosphere was tens

My breasts swayed beneath me, nipples dragging against the mat with every jolt, adding sparks to the fire. They didn’t slow down, they just kept pumping deeper, steady, claiming strokes that stretched and filled and owned every inch of me…until I was trembling on the edge again, sobbing for release they still refused to give. The mat was rough against my cheek, my ass still high, body trembling from the relentless finger-fucking in both holes. The fingers in my pussy curled one last time, hard, before pulling out with a wet slide that left me clenching around nothing. The ones in my ass pulled out slower, twisting on the exit, making me gasp at the empty ache.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

She walked right up to the bed, teasing my jaw with the tip of a leather crop before leaning down to stroke Jake's back. "Such an obedient little toy," she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest. Without another word, she unbuttoned her lace robe, stepping over my hips and guiding my hard cock straight into her wet core in one smooth drop. "Ahhh, fuck," she groaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she sank all the way down. The heat was overwhelming. She rode me with relentless power, her hips slamming against mine while she held a small vibrating bullet right against my tip. Behind me, Jake grabbed the dildo and drove it back into my hole with ruthless force.

“Like… what kind? Praise or Fifty Shades?” He smiled. “Never read either of them. I want someone to please. With pain. With pleasure. Safely. Consensually. Not at your place. Not at mine. Neutral ground. A place called Fantasies.” I licked my lips. He made it sound tempting. I wasn’t that kind of woman. At least I didn't think I was. “That’s a very generous offer, but—”

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

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.