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She bit her lip when he inserted two fingers into her wetness. "Ungggghhh... Oohhhh..." her body was also rising. Eventually, she could feel his hardness poking into her already moist femininity. "I want you now," he said breathlessly then he buried it inside her. She was holding on to the edge of the table. There was still a little pain especially when half of his maleness suddenly entered her. He grabbed her waist as she lay on the table and he started to move. With his third plunge, he has completely entered the entirety of his manhood.

My legs shook violently around his waist as he drove into me again and again. The counter creaked under us. His balls slapped against my ass with every deep stroke. Sweat dripped from our skin, soaking his shirt and my nightgown. Roman kept kissing me messily, swallowing my cries, until my lips burned, one hand still mauling my breast while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. The pleasure built like a storm. My pussy fluttered wildly and clenched around his thick cock like a vice. God, the friction was unbearable and yet so fucking… perfect.

He opened his eyes and she saw something there she hadn’t before. Adoration. “Then take me apart,” he said. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him slowly. Skin on skin. No leather. No feathers. No blindfolds. Just them. Real. Raw. Exposed. He didn’t reach for her. He let her guide every movement. Let her slide against him, take him inside her at her pace. Her hands held his shoulders. Her forehead touched his. They moved together, slow and deep. It wasn’t just erotic, it was consuming. His breath caught every time she gasped. She let her moans fill the room, let her fingers rake down his back.

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me. Ethan's POV:::

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

Two fingers pressed inside my cunt, sliding deep, then withdrawing in a slow rhythm as I worked myself open under his steady stare. Every stroke made me wetter. I could hear the quiet slurpy sound of my fingers moving in and out. God, it felt so good. It felt so fucking good and I didn't care if he was there. My hips began to rock against my hand, and I bit my lower lip hard, chasing the friction. I kept my eyes on him, watching the way his jaw tightened and the way his cock strained visibly against his trousers. The shame and arousal twisted together and I threw my head back, moaning softly into the room.

I felt the familiar tingling between my legs that then turned into a sweet pain. He was slowly sliding his hand under my dress, giving my skin a gentle knead and touch. My skin seemed to burn everywhere his touch landed, but the burn sent so much torturing sensation that I wanted to feel more of him, naked and boundless like the sea. "You see how you make me feel, Addie?" I looked at him, still reeling from the sensation. He pushed me flat on my back and pushed his lower body in between my legs. I shuddered and let go of a shaky moan. I couldn't help it. The aching in my lower region intensified at the erotic action. He was strong. His desire was so stiff and was restrained in the confines o