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I choked on my coffee. She is in love with coffee.....Somehow I felt a pang of jealousy towards that very tempting glass of cold coffee...... " Ummmmm I am seriously loving every sip of this... You should also try... " She said after she moaned again and licked the ice cream from her lips. I wanted to try kissing and licking her soft and plump lips. " Yeah... I will someday... " I said but my voice seemed huskier to me. I cleared my throat. I will definitely kiss her one day... Though She will kill me that day...

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CONTENT WARNING: Explicit consensual sex, spontaneous morning sex, light spanking, multiple orgasms, unprotected creampie, intimate couple dynamic CHAPTER ONE Sunlight streams through the open curtains and casts her in light as he moves towards her, fingers stretched out to cup her face. His lips land on hers like soft pillows, kissing once, twice, thrice before his urgency takes over. The tip of his tongue traces hers and he feels the smile of her against his skin. She tastes the chocolate on his tongue from his tongue, wondering when he had the time to snack when she briefly slipped out of the sheets.

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Soft country music played from hidden speakers while orange flames crackled beautifully against the darkening sky. Workers served grilled seafood, tropical drinks and skewers, while we sat in a circle — mom focused on peeling some crayfish for her husband, Charlyn eating a skewer, Lucian barely taking a bite from his shrimp, and Jeanne repeatedly stealing food from everyone else’s plates shamelessly. “This shrimp tastes expensive,” she declared with a mouthful of shrimp. “Of course, it does. We’ve never had any cheap food.” Charlyn replied dryly. I sat beside Lucian near the fire trying very hard not to notice how close our knees were. I was trying but also failing terribly.

He licked hard and then sucked, alternating, keeping me on the edge. ‘Come for me,’ he whispered. ‘Come for me in this church. Come for me on this crucifix. But while you do it, I want you to pray the rosary.’ ‘Oh, God!’ I was right on the verge. ‘Hail Mary…’ he prompted. ‘H…H…Hail…Mary, full of…grace…’ His lips closed around my clit. His teeth sank down, and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. He bit down slowly, then harder, threatening me with the possibilities. I was riding a thin line between pain and pleasure.

he moaned, “just like a vice around my cock." He used his palms to spread my ass cheeks like a loaf of bread. My eyes watered when his tip touched that spot. “Yes Daddy please,” I begged, gripping the edge of the chair hard as he increased his pace. “Harder,” I moaned, heat surging through my veins. The smell of nicotine filtered through my nose and with heavily lidded eyes I saw Mr. Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar.

[Author's Note: The next few chapters contain ex.pli.cit, high-steam light B.D*SM elements, including delayed or.ga.sm (edging), spa.nk*ing, and light bo*ndage. Please, skip if any of these elements might be triggering to you.] SIGRUN If you called me stubborn, you wouldn't be wrong.

Chelsey "You’re so tight," he murmurs. "But you’re loosening up so good for me. Feel that?" I do. The burn is fading, replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure. It is a profound shift, the discomfort melting into a satisfying fullness that hummed with potential. My thoughts spiral again: This is intense. I never thought I’d like this, but his touch is driving me insane. I need him inside me there. "Julian," I moan. "I’m ready. Do it."

Messy, sleepy, endless love. END OF CHAPTER 107