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Good thing, they have a responsible leader. "This is what you get for procrastinating. How many times have I told you guys to stop procrastinating?, assuming you came here yesterday when you all were supposed to, this won't have been the story. But anyways..." He trailed off and turned his face to mine. " You're a gift from the most high to replace the missing guns" he turned towards the gun man, dubem. "Carry him" Dubem started walking towards me. wait, are these people taking me away??

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

Chapter Three – Haven’s Hearth The Ember Haven transformed into a haven of shadows and warmth as the night deepened, the fireplace embers glowing softly, their light casting a tender glow over the rug where we lay entwined. My body was a map of Jake’s desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by our unrelenting passion. Jake loomed over me, his breath heavy, cock hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the haven in a hearth of flesh and spirit. The cabin thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, our friendship a sacred bond that tightened with each tou

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

The wide girth stretched me so deliciously that for a moment it was all I could do to just absorb the pleasure. “Ohhh God, Bradley, you feel so gooood! I love your cock!” He groaned in response as my tight pussy clamped down around him and I began to rock against his cock, pressing and rubbing that nicely curved dick against my G-spot. “Yes, Bradley, that’s sooo good. Perrrfect, baby! Fuck me just like that! Don’t stop!”

“Good girl. But we’re not done yet. Mom won’t be back until tonight.” He fed me the sandwich he bought for me…. End of book 38

I'm the last of my species, and I wasn't going to take the chance of getting a woman pregnant that's not my fated mate. "So you probably think someone like me is disgusting. I'm not a virgin. I've only been with two men by choice, but I know you're probably looking for a woman with the same morals as you." Sasha looks down, but not before I see the sadness in her eyes. This sweet, amazing woman always thinks she's not good enough.

I say, grabbing some paper myself, my hand shaking slightly as I start writing, the words coming dirty and direct because holding back isn’t an option anymore. “Make them good, make them count.” We pass the jar around, slips folding into it one by one, the rustle of paper mixing with murmurs and chuckles, the occasional dirty whisper like Ronan’s “Oh, this one’s gonna make someone scream” that has Elara giggling, her hand squeezing my thigh now, nails digging in just enough to make me hiss softly. Thalia’s eyes meet mine across the circle we’ve formed on the floor, dark with heat, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips, and she mouths “Your idea” with a wink that promises payback in the best

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

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