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She was tired of going around in circles, she was just going to lay it all down for him and whatever happens, it happens. “I-ughmm..” “Don’t get shy on me now, tell me everything.” Alicia smiled a little, shifting on his lap, her eyes briefly snapping to his crotch area and she looked away. “I want us to sext sometimes and I want to have phone sex with you.” Alicia watched him nod, she wasn’t sure if he was nodding because he was okay with stuff like that or if he was genuinely freaking out but pretending to be cool. “Even though you don’t want sex right now, I wanna try other stuff too.”

My gaze flicked to the screen, and my jaw fell open in shock at the sheer obscenity of the messages he had sent her. In a message he sent, he wrote. “Ever since I set eyes on you, I couldn’t help but to imagine what those pink plump lips would look around my cock” “That bastard” Levi muttered through gritted teeth, crushing the pencil that he gripped. Renee hadn’t responded to it so was she right when she claimed that she had no idea what we meant? She also replied to most of our texts but this… Another message read. “Renee, are you still a virgin? I have never been with a virgin before, and I can’t help but wonder how it would feel to pop your cherry for the first time. Don’t let those rasc

“It’s been…what, fourteen days? And every morning I wake up and realize I slept with my ex-boyfriend’s elder brother. Not just that, I had angry, vengeful, phenomenal sex with him!” “He must have made your toes curl if you describe it as that.” She turns on a vibrator shaped like a lipstick, making a comment about needing a new one. Then she turns to me. “You’ve never for once called sex with Colt phenomenal.” I nearly hurl the brain ball at her. “Stop joking around with my predicament. It’s wrong! It’s a violation of like, five different morality codes!” Emma, still completely unfazed, holds up two bottles of creamy liquid. “Which lube should I get? Strawberry or peppermint?”

Me: “I want to have sex with you.” Aaron: “What?!” Me: “It’s pathetic, Aaron. Not only did you lose your virginity at twenty-three, you don’t even remember your first time. So, because I’m kind-hearted, extra hot, sexy, with a heart of gold and the soul of an angel, I’ve decided to… help your situation. We sleep together, and you get your real first time.” Aaron: “Nessa, what—” Me: “You don’t have to thank me. I know you’re extremely grateful, you think you’re dreaming—”

Warning this chapter only contains sex scenes, Readers discretion is strongly advised. "I have missed you Hailey, I have lost count of how many times the thought of having sex with you again crossed my mind while I was away." he told me, kissing my lips and running his hands across my breasts making me moan from intense pleasure.

I was convinced that Alexander penis could send someone into a state of ecstasy. Sex. Those small three letter words that seemed innocent were far from being innocent, it was so damn good. It made me feel things I'd never felt before. The way my body throbbed in pain, the way my legs trembled as Alexander thrusted into me, the way he cupped my breast while placing his mark all over me, the way my erected nipples rubbed against his skin, and the way my vagina clenched tightly against his penis sent me to a type of heaven only sex could send one to. Gracious cessi, his groans were also sexy, I wanted to keep hearing them.

Her fingers, skilled and careful, had traced the spines of volumes on law, history, and war before they closed around a simple, unmarked book of vellum. It was not a history. It was a collection of letters, intimate and raw, written by Alphas to their mates across generations. The words were so visceral, so full of longing and possession, that she found herself whispering them aloud, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. “I would have you on your knees before me, not in supplication, but in celebration. I would teach your mouth the shape of my name until you forget all others…” A floorboard creaked behind her

I started once the speakers were turned on. “Now I don’t know why some of you would take it upon yourselves to write me love letters. You all know yourselves and what disgusting and shameful things you’ve been writing.” I cringed remembering a particular letter I read. Most of the letters were not even love letters. They were just letters telling me how much they wanted to be in my bed. “ I don’t know what gave any of you the idea that I’m in love with you or would eventually love you, but I’m saying this right now so that you all stop those disgusting fantasies you have.”

I moan into it, hands clutching his hoodie. He breaks the kiss, spins me around, presses my front to the wall. One hand slides under the T-shirt, cups my bare breast, pinches the nipple hard enough to make me gasp. “These letters,” he rasps against my ear, “every filthy thing I wrote—I am doing it all. Starting now.” His other hand yanks my panties down to my thighs. Two thick fingers slide between my legs, finding me soaked. “Fuck. Already dripping for Daddy.” He pumps them once—twice—curling perfectly. I cry out, legs shaking.

Abigail said, fluttering her eyes while fanning herself. "What the absolute f***, Abigail?" I rolled my eyes. "Have you heard of this; 'angry sex is the best sex' ?" "What the f***!?" Leah and I screamed. "What!?" Abigail shouted as if she didn't understand that we thought she needed a mental asylum. "You're out of your mind," I sighed . "Don't say 'sex' and 'Mr. Decarlo' in the same sentence," Leah whispered. "It might be a sin,"