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The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

well I haven't decided on a name, but I'll reveal it as well in the new book. Thank you, everyone for all your comments, gems, threats. Yes threats cause that was what made me write most of the time, haha. But i am grateful to all my readers, both ghost readers as well. I do not know if you all only like MM{ which is cool,} But if you also read MF, I hope my other books in the catalogue will catch your fancy, and the best thing is, you can always find a gay couple, in each and every one of them! Plus gay sex, lots of it, so haha, With this I say this is truly the end of the book: The Alpha King's Pet: His Omega Slave.

He was the man from the gay bar. The one I had been texting all week. The same man I had been desperately hoping would fuck me to the moon and back this very evening. Michael. It took everything in me to not crash out. He had the same dark hair which was now styled into a sexy low curly style. Those broad shoulders of his were hidden under a lavender shirt and black suit. He looked so edible at this point, oozing sexual appeal in every nook and cranny. With him was a leather folder and a marker.

“Oh, God, I’m going to cum!” “Let it go, Mary,” he urged, his voice a guttural growl. “Let it all go.” He slammed into her one last time, deep and hard, and she shattered. A wave of pure orgasm ripped through her, shaking her to her core. Her body convulsed, her muscles clenching around his cock, milking him. A deep scream tore from her throat, echoing through the silent library. He groaned, a deep, satisfied sound, and then, with a final, shuddering thrust, he spilled his hot, thick cum deep inside her, filling her to overflowing.

CHAPTER ELEVEN THE HIDDEN GAY CRUSH LOVER. Anslem had barely settled down for the night after the romantic encounter with uncle Joe in the staff office. His hidden sexual desires has been quenched to an extent as he now felt relieved. He couldn't really imagine how his gay sexual desires has increased all of a sudden. What he hated he now found himself loving. Anslem who had once hated the horrible few times where he saw his Dad and his gay friends having intense sex. But now he is growing up to becoming a pro who is becoming addicted to gay lover's.

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t

Stupidly . His eyes were dark. Serious. No smirk now. “I don’t want Chloe. I want you. Been wanting you since the day our parents got married and you called me a walking STD.” I laughed despite myself. “Romantic.” “I’m serious.” “You’re insane.” “Maybe.” He pressed closer. Thigh sliding between mine. Slowly. Just enough pressure to make my breath hitch. “But you’re wet again. I can feel it.” “Jax…” “Say stop.”

"Do you think I like staying away from you? Do you think it’s easy for me to watch you smile at someone else? To see another man touch you, make you laugh, stand beside you where I used to be?" He thumped his chest with his fist, the sound sharp in the quiet hallway. "It fucking hurts, Rhea." His breathing was ragged now. He looked at her, eyes filled not with desire, but with heartbreak. "I know I can’t love you like that. You know I can’t. I’m gay, Rhea. And you’ve always known that."

Sienna took her nightgown and went back into the bathroom in a hurry and carefully. "Good night." She heard his steady footsteps and then the sound of him closing the door. The room lapsed into silence again. The mansion had excellent sound resistance, and no sound could be heard from his room even if he slept just next door. Sienna walked out of the bathroom, thought for a second, and opened her laptop. She went on a bookselling website and typed the word gay. There were hundreds of related books. Homosexual Subculture, Homosexual Psychology, Homosexual Study... Sienna added all of them into the cart and clicked purchase. Having done all of that, Sienna fell into her bed.