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The pain mixed with heat in a way that made Elias’s head spin. “You’re mine,” Damien growled against his skin. “Everyone’s going to see who you belong to.” He yanked his own sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. It was already hard and leaking. He rubbed the thick head against Elias’s hole, smearing precum over it. Elias pushed back instinctively, desperate for more. Damien didn’t tease him for long. He pushed in slowly at first, the thick head stretching Elias open. The burn was intense, but after yesterday, his body took it easier. Still, the stretch made Elias moan loudly.

Rhema gasped, her legs automatically parting to accommodate him. "Mmm... you're bold coming here," Damien murmured, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing the pencil skirt upward. "You told me to come," she breathed, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "I did. And now that you're here, I find myself completely unable to focus on my quarterly reports." He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Do you have any idea how distracting you are?" "Is that a complaint, Mr. Sterling?" "It's an observation," he growled. He shifted his weight, pressing his hardness against her center. "And an invitation."

Ready And Wet For My Step daddy 7 The rest of the day passed in a haze of stolen touches and heated glances. After the emotional intensity in the shower, Dean and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We fucked again on the couch, slow and deep while some forgotten movie played in the background. Then once more in the laundry room when I went to throw our cum-stained sheets in the washer. Each time he filled me, whispering filthy praises and soft reassurances that made my heart ache just as much as my body throbbed.

He smelled warm and masculine, and it made me dizzy. Roman’s fingers flexed on my waist. I could feel his c*ck growing thicker behind me, pressing more insistently against my ass now. He wasn’t pulling away. Neither was I. “Keep your core tight,” he growled softly. His chest brushed my back as he leaned in to adjust my shoulders. The heat of him surrounded me completely. I couldn’t stop imagining him bending me over the bench and f*cking me. I wanted to hear him call me a good girl in that strict voice while he f*cked me.

Eleanor looked away and once the man was in water she heard the girls squealing loudly. "Fuck! It's sir fucking Leon! Fuck me!" It was Josephine and Eleanor face morphed into a horrified frown as she glared at Josephine for her vulgar language before following her gaze and Eleanor's breath hitch when she saw the wet Leon half in water as he combed his hairs back. The muscles of his biceps and triceps flexing and his six abs were another story but not to mention that prominent v line. Eleanor felt her face going red. Yes, she knows about male body cause she has read many romance novels which are not 18+. So she just knows the anatomy.

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Then my eyes rested on him, green and piercing, resting on the wall with a glass dangling on the hand that was casually placed on his knee. I felt blood rush through my face at the heat that those gazes seared through me. The desire etched on those green irises wasn't mistaken. And the way his eyes crawled over every inch of my body as though he wanted to strip me. My heart started racing. Hell, I wanted him to. No, needed— "Hey, babe..." Damian, my boyfriend's voice sounded in my ears and I mentally cursed before glancing at him. Without wasting time, he wrapped his hand around me and captured my lips in a kiss that did nothing but bore frustration into my skin.

His hands roamed your body, mapping every curve, committing every detail to memory. *Suddenly impatient, he spun you around, pressing your front against the cold wall of the locker room. His lips trailed down the column of your neck, teeth scraping lightly over your pulse point.* "Mine," *he growled against your skin, his hands sliding under your shirt, caressing the smooth expanse of your stomach.* "Say it. Say you're mine." *A gasp escapes your lips as Mr. Dante pins you against the wall, his strong hands exploring your body with bold confidence. Every touch leaves trails of fire in its wake, igniting sensations you've never known before.*