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Don’t get me wrong I have had sex since Greg but this feeling with Garrett I have not felt in over two years. “Let’s get out of here I am desperate for you now,” Garrett whispers in my ear and guides me out of the building and to his car. When we reached his car, he caged me up against the passenger side door, pushing my legs slightly apart with his knee as he gets closer to me. His hands gently stroke my cheeks as he cups the back of my head and crashes his lips against mine in a hot, demanding kiss. “Fuck, I want to fuck you so bad, up against my car right now baby. Are you soaking wet for me?” He guides one hand down the side of my body, up my thigh, under my skirt, and brushes his finger

Warning: Greetings readers, I would like to provide a warning regarding the following chapter of this story, which contains an explicit and graphic description of a gay sexual encounter. If such content is not your cup of tea, please use your discretion and choose not to read this chapter. This scene has been included for mature readers who are comfortable with explicit material of this nature. Please respect the my intention and choice to include this material in my story. Viewer discretion is strongly advised as this chapter contains explicit sexual language and themes. Thank you for respecting this decision.

When their gazes met, the latter smiled seductively. Usually, he would spurn her, but he doesn't know what had gotten into his system and he wanted to return the same energy. It's been a long time since he fucked someone, and he ruminated that it would help him steer clear of Cleo's strange effect on him. Garren leaned back against the couch and returned her gaze. His lips curled into a grin when the woman exposed her chest intentionally. He chuckled and muttered, "Damn, she's fucking hot." He doesn't know her name, but that's no longer important. He just wants to heat up his bed tonight.

[Gia’s POV] My heart is pounding in my chest as Damen has my shirt partially up over my right breast. His hand on my skin and continually squeezing and releasing of it has shockwaves of pleasure vibrating through my entire being. I probably should have worn a bra, but those damn things always hurt my scar. Feeling his manhood getting harder and pressing into my ass, has me swimming in sexual excitement. I know I should not be excited for these men, as I am sure this is a onetime occurrence, but I really hope they are mine and we can explore this further. As I open my eyes, my gaze lands on Max. His amber eyes are flickering between amber and gold as he stares at me with lust.

Xavier sprawled his big hand to feel the goosbumps errupting on her flushed skin. Xavier smiled in her hair pulling her closer to him. "You know what you will be accused of"? He asked in a playful tone. Caroline turned to look at him with a smile on her face. She could see the mischief dancing in those green eyes. "You should be accused of stealing my heart. And should be put into a private lockup where only the victim has the access to take revenge". Caroline tried to focus on his words but all she could feel was his hands roaming all over her body. She didnt realise when he unbuttoned her crop top or slid his hand inside her shorts and his eyes lit with lust to feel her bare pussy in touch

“Come on, Zara. We’re getting married in weeks. Stop playing games.” He yanked my shorts down with his other hand. They caught around one ankle. I felt cold air on my bare pussy. My wolf snarled inside me, furious. This felt wrong. Dirty in a bad way. Not like with Xavier. “Luca, I said no.” He didn’t listen. His fingers pushed between my legs, rubbing rough. “You’re wet. Stop pretending you don’t want this.” The door slammed open. Xavier stood in the doorway. Black button-down. Dark pants. His eyes locked on Luca’s hand between my legs. On my shorts tangled around my ankle. On my face.

The story was so vivid, so real, that she could feel the heat radiating from the page, smell the stale beer and cheap perfume of the club. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the narrative wash over her. She was there, sitting in the booth, watching him. She felt the tension building, the air thick with unspoken words. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to feel the same electric connection. The writer’s voice was hypnotic, a siren’s call that drew her in deeper. She was no longer just reading; she was experiencing. She was living the story. Her body began to react on its own accord. A dull throb started between her legs, a familiar ache that she had been ignoring for too long. She

Does Gar know I had a baby three weeks ago and the pussy he says he smells is a bloody pad? The asshole. There's a glass of soda on the bar one minute and the next it's covering his face and chest. "Bitch," is all he gets out before Rack throws him aside. Rack's expression is deadly and I'm no longer pissed at Gar. I'm petrified for Rack. Gar has at least fifty pounds in weight and six inches in height on him. Gar doesn't carry the defined muscle Rack has but that doesn't mean Rack stands a chance.

Maybe she simply wanted to feel something, to experience the sexual encounters she had missed out on. Lucian grew impatient, pushing himself forward and briefly taking control as he barged us into the room. However, I was not prepared for what I saw. Garret was lying on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through his phone with his ankles crossed. When he noticed me, he smirked and gestured towards the bathroom with his head. That's when I realized her moans were coming from behind that door. "Did you like my trick? It took you quite a while to find us, so I'm sure it'll be even harder for the other wolves," Garret smirked, clearly proud of his stunt.