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“Such a greedy little slut. Bet you’ve never been fucked like this in your life. Bet no girl—or guy—has ever made you cum untouched the way I just did.” Alex whimpered, hips rocking back involuntarily onto the invading fingers. Shame flooded him, but he couldn’t stop the needy sounds escaping his throat. Jax’s fingers crooked perfectly, hammering his prostate until his knees buckled. Only the quarterback’s strong body pinning him kept him upright. “Please… Jax… I can’t—”

He was quick to notice of course, and he returned again, this time holding my waist while his bulge pressed into my derriere. I let out a soft gasp, "I have some books to pick up by the bookstore before it closes." I tried to conceal my surprise. His eyes lit up, "don't you torture yourself reading those erotics?" He looked into my face. He knew what I was reading? My eyes flicked towards him. "You think I don't know?" His tongue flickered to his lips. "You went into my room?" I was stunned. "The covers drew me in, and I couldn't help but glance through some pages. But I must say, the side effects of reading such books can be disastrous."

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

"What? I didn't like how the guy was staring at you, Ruth. He looked like he wanted to eat you alive. Plus, he almost broke my wrist with that handshake. Total psycho." Ruth-Ann rolled her eyes, her mind still replaying the way Ryder had said eat your box. Her pussy gave another violent throb, and she felt a fresh wave of wetness soak her panties. Dante looked so small, so boyish, and so incredibly boring compared to the man in the living room. "Please," she sighed. She sat down at her desk and opened her textbook. "Let's just finish this homework so you can leave." But as Dante started droning on about chemical bonds, all Ruth-Ann could think about was the bond Ryder had just formed with he

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.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

Sweat, heat, moans, whispered names, forbidden touches—all tangled together in the chaos of desire and risk. Noah gasped, collapsing into him, chest pressed against chest, hearts hammering, bodies slick, trembling. The cafeteria continued around them, oblivious to the fire they’d just unleashed, the risk they’d danced with, the bold, filthy defiance that had finally given Noah a taste of power—and left them both aching for more.

“This is crazy. But… yeah. I want it.” Damien grinned that wicked dominant smile I knew so well. “Good girl. On your knees.” I slid off the bed, kneeling between them. They both freed their cocks—Damien’s familiar, thick and veined; Cas’s longer, with a slight upward curve that made my mouth water. “Look at her,” Damien said, stroking himself. “Our greedy little slut.” I took Damien into my mouth first, sucking deep like I’d done so many times. He groaned, hand in my hair.

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD (If your uncomfortable with mature stuff I would prefer you to skip this chapter.) PG-18+ Author Pov Damon skillfully removed her gown and threw it on the floor. Her half-naked body got pressed against his bare chest. Her eyes were staring in his dark ones with fear and somehow anxiety holding in them. His fingers brushed against her jawline making her shudder at his touch. His rough hand cupped her covered bosom making her breathe heavily. His every doing was felt like heaven to her.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams