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It felt like I was under some sexual inquisition with Remy and Kai as my judges, jury, and executioners, trying to decide which one of them was going to put her out of her misery first. “Remy, you just got divorced!” He rolled his eyes. “It’s been three years, Rene. And there’s been no one serious since Paula. I don’t get around like that.” . “No…You’ll fuck anything in sight!” I pointed He let out a low chuckle. “That’s true. I do have hoes, but I’ve always been safe. If you need an STI panel, I got you. But right now, my focus is on you, Rene. Taking care of you means with or with nothing sexual.” His eyes flew to Kai, who simply smirked.

We stood beside the bed while Marcus explained the scene. “Start with kissing and undressing each other. Lots of touching. Then oral both ways. Then penetration, you can start with missionary first, then doggy if you both want. Talk dirty if it feels natural. Make it real and the goal is to enjoy it, not perform perfectly.” Jake turned to me. “You still okay with me?” I nodded, cheeks warm. “Yes. I want this.” Marcus gave the signal. The cameras started rolling. The red lights blinked on.

Alex's hands roamed over my skin, his touch gentle yet possessive. The room was filled with the heady scent of sweat and sex, a potent mixture that only served to heighten my arousal. I could feel my body responding eagerly to their intimate caresses, my every nerve ending on fire with need. As Alex continued to thrust deeper into me, I couldn’t help but marvel at how good it felt to be utterly consumed by pleasure. I had always been curious about gay sex, but nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of it all. From watching them fuck to both of them fucking me, it was heaven.

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

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

ex becoming chaotic. Liam holds me from behind, kissing my ear, moving within me. Leander approaches, kissing me as I touch him. Condoms scattered on the floor, my body trembling constantly. A member inside me, another teasing my sensitive spot. One kisses my lips, the other my neck. One touches my left breast, the other my right. The room filled with our voices, intertwined. Time blurs, the sheets soaked. My eyes are unable to open. In a daze, I hear Liam say playfully, "This game is fun. Next time, let's try the third difficulty?"

“That his wife is here with me, legs spread, panting from just the feel of my mouth on her most intimate parts.” Mara stared up at him, hollowed out and full at the same time. The shame was there, but beneath it, warmer and stronger, was a terrifying sense of rightness. This was wrong. This was her brother, but her body had never felt more alive. Dominic had never kissed her there. He said it was messy and wasn't necessary, even though she always went down on him whenever he wanted. He just didn't want to return the favour. Instead, he made her feel disgusting for wanting it whenever she asked for one.

"So be it, my little she-wolf," Garrett growled. To Lily's surprise, Garrett spun her around and pinned her against the shower's glass wall. In the sun-lit bathroom, their bodies intertwined, and Garrett's calloused hand traced a path down the woman's slender side. With a gentle yet firm grip on her hip, he pulled her closer, their bodies fitting together seamlessly. In the heat of the moment, their bodies intertwined, their desires reaching a fever pitch. As their passion intensified, his once soft touch grew firm and eager, pressing against her with a sense of urgency.