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Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

Sophia worked my dripping pussy with deep, sensual strokes, opening me wider, teasing that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. My whole body burned. The rich scent of oil and sex filled my lungs. The wet glide of their hands, the pinch of fingers on my nipples, the stretch of Sophia’s fingers inside me, the taste of vanilla on my tongue, the sight of their flushed, hungry faces. Everything overwhelmed me. I was completely theirs. Moaning, dripping, trembling on the table while they slowly drove me out of my mind. The tension between the three of us crackled like electricity. I did not know how much longer any of us could hold back before we all broke.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

I whimpered, my body writhing under his touch, my pleasure building to a crescendo. His tongue swirled around my nipple, sending electric sparks through my body. I could feel the wetness between my legs, they ache for more of his touch. Damien's hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I reached down, tangling my fingers in his hair, urging him to take more. He complied, his mouth moving to my other breast, his tongue and teeth working in sync to drive me wild. I moaned his name, my body trembling with need.

He always hoped that. She didn’t understand why though. They had established long ago that they didn’t share the same sexual tastes. George was a sadist… his fantasies involved pain, dominance, and extremes she had no interest in… she told him that. Charlotte didn't mind pain in the sense that she liked rough and dirty sex. She liked intensity, passion, and fire. And yes, she had forbidden fantasies tucked away in her mind… things that could be done to her… But she didn’t want them with George.

Her hips were bucking with the little mobility she had left, pressing her wet hole into the man’s face. She was groaning furiously into the cock in her mouth, rapaciously panting for air whenever she was allowed to breathe. Soon she felt fingers invading her snatch and the man’s tongue slipping upwards. Sarah felt shocks of electricity run through her body, and she began screaming in uncontrolled lust. The cock’s rapid thrusting in and out of her throat made her cries undulate perversely, but Sarah did not care.

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

This is probably the definition of pathetic. But I don’t care. I press his shirt to my face, breathing in his scent, and slide my hand between my legs. I’m already wet. I’ve been wet since I jumped into his arms this afternoon. The ache between my thighs is almost painful now. I circle my clit with my fingers, slow at first, imagining it’s his hand. Imagining him touching me, those rough callused fingers on my skin. “Damon,” I whisper into his shirt. My fingers move faster. I imagine him here, in my bed, those storm-gray eyes dark with lust. Imagine him spreading my legs and putting his mouth on me. Imagine his tongue…

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.