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“Look at you, riding my fingers like a whore in a public parking lot. Anyone could walk by and see what a desperate cockslut you are.” “Yes... Fuck yes! Let them fucking see! I’m your cheap whore!” Damon moaned loudly, riding Logan’s fingers desperately. “Spank me harder! Punish my slutty ass while you finger-fuck me. I’m your fucking dirty secret.” Logan spanked him again and again, turning Damon’s ass bright red while he thrust his fingers faster, scissoring them open. Both men were stroking themselves furiously now. Damon’s voice cracked desperately. “I’m gonna cum...fuck Logan, I’m so close...please let me cum...please”

My fingers found my soaked cunt without hesitation. I circled my swollen bud slowly at first, then faster, eyes closed. His face rose unbidden behind my lids. Those molten amber eyes. The hard planes of his chest. The thick, heavy length of his manhood straining for me. I imagined him above me. Imagined that substantial cock pushing inside, stretching me, claiming the hunter who should have been his enemy.

Allowing Ren to stab their arms as well. A few knowing cultivators looked on with bated breath. Feeling the disease leave out was a godsend. Seeing it actually gather visually was sickening. All around, dark purple mist left the ground. "He is a Devil cultivator." One person said. "No wonder he wanted something in return." "Hey! Not all devil cultivators are greedy!" A man said. "You bastards charge as well." The previous cultivator just scratched his head with his free hand ashamed. "Bah, you should head back west with that thinking. The east is not for you."

Tous les Mêmes by Stormae TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains, SA, r*pe, abuse, violence, gore, explicit sexual content/smut, drug use. profanity, trauma and toxic masculinity. This is a mafia romance, with a pinch of humor here and there. This book is not meant to be standalone. This is a mafia book that may contain a lot of fluff for entertainment purposes. You've been warned. Enjoy. ;) Oh! And also, feel free to leave your thoughts in the comment/reviews.

Trigger Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dark themes, morally grey male lead, dominance/submission elements. . . . The first time Janine Turner met Ciro Hitchdulf, the fire nearly swallowed her whole. It was at the dusk-market in Ruellan, the city where dusk lasted hours longer than dawn and the shadows seemed to whisper your name. Janine, a displaced fire-witch hiding under the veil of a common apothecary, was bartering for moon-pepper root when the crowd shifted. Energy cracked in the air, thick and heavy, like a storm gathering too close to the skin.

DANGEROUS ADDICTION: SEX, LOVE AND SCADAL "Everything I hate...Yet Crave." A COLLECTION OF STEAMY SEXUAL FANTASIES. This story contains smut, therefore caution advised if you are underaged, please do not read or if you would feel uncomfortable with extremely explicit sexual contents. Stay away if you are not a fan of self gratification, taboos and non-committal relationships. If you feel like you can read on then be my adorable guest on a highly steamy and pleasurable journey that will leave you so high, horny and sexually active only at reading. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OF HORNINESS

“I love your cocks more than I should. Please—fuck me harder. Use me.” Damian made a broken sound from the corner, but they ignored him. The rotations got filthier. They started switching holes more aggressively—pussy to ass to mouth without pause. Lube made everything slippery and obscene. I lost track of who was where. All I knew was constant fullness, constant pleasure, constant dirty words whispered against my skin. “Such a perfect little breeding hole.” “Gonna fill every part of you until you’re leaking for days.” “Bet you never thought you’d be airtight on your wedding night, did you, Mrs. Romanov?”

He kept stroking through the orgasm, milking himself dry, body shaking as the fantasy lingered. Panting, dizzy, and still floating in post-nut haze, Julian grabbed his phone with cum-smeared fingers. The best shots were ready. He quickly selected the full explicit album—dozens of obscene nudes—and meant to send them to his mentor, Mr. Harlan. His thumb slipped. Sent to Damien Voss. The realization hit him like ice water two seconds later.

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

NOTE: 1. This book contains mostly fantasy, romance, light smut with a touch of comedy. 2. English is not the author's first language, so please bear with any errors and any constructive criticism will be duly appreciated. 3. Please drop feedbacks as it encourages the author. Chapter one ~ The blue moon pack ~