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I did. Our eyes didn’t miss contact while he kept sliding in and out of me very slowly. The pleasure had me moaning out his name non-stop, and I begged him to go further. Finally breaking the eye contact, he leaned on me and hastened the pace of his thrust. He nibbled at the sensitive spot on my neck that would leave hickeys. He locked our hands and thrust faster and more profoundly. I love this feeling. Our arousal filled the atmosphere, and it smelled enticing. Gael chuckled, slowing his pace, but his strokes were deep and manly. I guess he could smell our arousal, too. All of a sudden, he slammed his cock into me; I gripped the sheet tightly and let out a sound that I didn't think I was c

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

He tangled thick fingers into Alex’s damp hair and thrust forward, forcing the fat head past his lips. Alex gagged instantly, the sheer girth stretching his jaw to its limit. His eyes watered as more inches pushed in, filling his mouth, pressing against his tongue. “That’s it… fuck, tighter than I imagined,” Jax groaned, head tilting back in pleasure. He started with shallow rocks, feeding Alex more and more until half his length was buried in wet heat. Saliva drooled from the corners of the freshman’s stretched lips, dripping messily down his chin and onto his own throbbing cock.

I have to get out of here before they marry me off. “B, you have to let us set you up. Look how happy I and my snuggle bunny are.” “Good for you, but I like my big empty bed with no man in it, so I’m not interested.” “B, come on….” “Love you, G.” I hurry towards the door before she can say another word. I have tried the men she wants me to date; their idea of kinky sex ended with some slap on my ass and eating my vagina. That kind of sex puts me to sleep. The kind of sex I wanted was... like last night. I slip into my car and sigh; what would Mr. Caputo do if he knew it was me? Would he want to have sex with me again?

"My brother just had this golddigger aura, the man is like catnip for them. He's just reflecting his experience on me." "Oh..." Gage finally laughed and pulled her to straddle him. "Don't you have anything witty to say to me tonight, aside from a couple of ohs?" Bree gave up on thinking, besides the jealousy towards Jade, and her shitty situation she decided to take the easy way out and put her arms around his shoulder and kissed him deeper while grinding on his lap. "Do you want to have sex?" Gage groaned, "You should never ask this question, I would never say no to sexy times with you." He chuckled and move his arms to her ass cheeks and squeezes them while he moans in their kisses.

Xavier: Say that when you're bending over my desk with my cock inside that tight pussy. I bite my lip, instantly becoming horny with the text. We have been having sex like maniacs these days. My hormones keep me horny all the time and Xavier is much obliged to fuck me whenever I ask him. We had sex like six times this morning itself and yet, I can't help but squeeze my thighs together as the heat starts to pool between my legs. Me: When should I come? Xavier: On my cock or my tongue? I smirk and type back. Me: Your wish

“You don’t have to sweet-talk me. I’ll still have sex with you.” Julian looked at her for a long moment, completely serious despite the amusement flickering in his eyes. “We don’t have sex,” he said. Kaelani blinked once. Julian’s arm tightened slightly around her waist as he leaned closer. “We make love.” A smile spread slowly across her lips. “Oh,” she said, lifting a brow. “My apologies, Mr. Romantic.” She shifted slightly against him, the sparkle in her eyes turning far more mischievous. “Yes, we make love.”

༺RAYNE༻ Our fake honeymoon in Paris started off as nothing but plain, boring and uneventful—well, except for the little 'trouble' Genevieve caused. But then it turned into something out of a damn erotic novel, with Liam and I fucking in every corner of the city. Did I say erotic novel? Scratch that. It's literally a freaking p**n movie, minus the flaky plot and terrible acting, of course. It turns out that Liam was just as sexually starved as I was, which I wouldn't have believed had he not been fucking me like a jackrabbit on steroids, in every position imaginable—against walls, on tables, in alley and even in a freaking fountain!

Letting them be open and empowered by their sexuality, rather than ashamed of kinky shit that vanilla lovers can’t accept. Rourke’s holding me, rather than the bright-eyed beauty connecting us in her satin sleeve. The intensity of the kiss, making me wonder if we’ll go there. The feeling is…. Intimate..... Our tongues clash in one of the most heated make out sessions I ever remember having. Gods, it shouldn’t be possible, and still here she is, with her cum leaking down my sac like a faucet, whining for us to go harder. We’re already making smacking sounds, broaching the pace of fiend packing newports in a nic fit, but she’s greedy, and I love it.

“And that’s because I can’t fuck you yet. But when I finally open you up, I’d be tearing that pussy for months. Marathon sex and steamy sessions that you never thought about.” “I don’t think there’s not a steamy thought I’ve not thought about,” I argued. And he chuckled, pulling away from me to give my body a long, lusty view. Rubbing his masculine length by the minute, he did so. “As I kept thinking about the massage we have promised each other, I couldn’t help but give you getaway sex.” I frowned, and then he smacked my ass in response. “I mean oral sex.” “Do our mothers know you are here?” I asked, not so displeased that Gavin had shown up instead.