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"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

He reached for one of the books on the floor, picked up the thick literature textbook, and pressed it between my teeth. “Bite down,” he ordered. “And take this dick like a good girl.” I bit the book hard as he fucked me even harder. His hips slapped loudly against my ass. One hand gripped my hip, the other reached around to rub my clit fast and rough. I came hard — screaming into the book, my pussy clenching and pulsing around his thick cock as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He didn’t slow down. He kept pounding me, spanking my ass between thrusts, leaving more red marks on my skin.

And he entered his shaft into mine "Fvck Grace youre so tight baby!" I can feel lust and jealousy combined. "Ughh Reyz faster please" "Ughh ahh" we moan till i feel like im cumming "Reyz-im cumming baby please faster" Then I cum he switched our position "ride me" he said "Ughhh" i began pounding him i can feel my breast is wobbling. He sat up and sucked my nipples and he moved faster FVCK this is so good!

It’s better for both of us that I went the less drastic route. The third guy who approaches is a whole other kind of animal. He kind of takes my breath away, actually. Wowzies. He’s tall, muscular, and dressed like he’s just walked off the page of a Paco Rabanne magazine ad. When he smiles, my panties send a direct signal to my brain: Take me off. Now. Holy lady- boner. Vampire, twelve o’clock. Maybe they’re real. Weeee!

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

Maybe he was a fan of Fifty Shades. He could have learned all the moves from the book. Paige glanced at Chris. He did not seem like the type to read erotica. Perhaps the book was his bible. Paige lifted the covers and looked at Chris smoking. Then, it dawned on her. Chris did not have a tobacco addiction. He did not really smoke. However, he enjoyed a puff or two after their bedroom fun. Paige asked Chris nervously, “You respect the old and care for the young, right?”

Her whimpers and moans were filling his ears with unexplainable pleasure. Damon: Ughh princess I l-love you so much. He whispered near her lips increasing his pace and slamming himself more hard and fast in her making her body to tremble under him. They both felt the ecstasy of the moment. That time there was no mafia king or an innocent possession but instead, there was only a husband making love to his wife. The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha.

The textbooks slid to the floor with a loud thud, but neither of us cared. He crashed his lips onto mine, and the kiss was nothing like a teacher and a student. It was hungry, arrogant, and deep. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I didn’t care about my grades, my parents, or the pain in my side. All I wanted was the man who was currently lifting me onto his desk, his hands moving shamelessly over my body. “Forget the book,” he whispered against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “I think it’s time for a different kind of lesson.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As