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two people! Deciding to perfect the act, I turn around to Andy. "I'm gay." He says it again as if I don't already know. "And your man is hot. The way he is glowering at me, I don't want someone to detach my head from my body." I'm smiling at him even though he is saying something stupid. I just want to piss Luca off. Andy blows a kiss at me and announces loudly. "Sleep tight, beautiful." I catch the kiss and place it against my heart. Smiling dreamily at him while he walks out. I slowly shut the door and step into the room, the smile never leaving my face. I can feel the steam radiating from Luca's glare, but I ignore it and walk over to my bed. Without bordering on changing, I fall on the b

He was hot, sure, but a guy like that wouldn't be interested in me. I opened my laptop, shoving the pizza box to the side, and stared at the screen. ‎”Chapter seven.” I've been avoiding this scene for two weeks now. ‎My protagonist, Celeste, was finally alone with the man she was interested in for six chapters. I had typed and deleted the same sentence a bunch of times because apparently I, a woman who wrote romance novels for a living, had completely forgotten what raw desire felt like. ‎”His hands moved to her—”

Going between my legs, he smiled at me. "We will have fun and make love for five days, Tia. If I don't calm you down now, most men close by will try to knock down this door for your sake. I do not feel like fighting anyone. I want to reserve my strength to enjoy this and satisfy you. After all, it will be our first heat," he said and drove himself into me. I never wanted his cock more than I did at that moment...

Yet another part, a daring, reckless part, longed to see just how far this temptation could go. “You feel it too,” he said softly, almost a statement, almost a challenge. “I… I can’t help it,” she repeated, her voice barely audible, and this time she meant it fully. Alex leaned back slightly, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “Good,” he said, the word loaded with unspoken promises. “I like that honesty. I like that fire in you.” Lena’s heart raced. Each word, each glance, each brush of skin was a test—and she was losing, willingly. She felt like she was walking a dangerous line, a precipice with no safety net, teetering between desire and reason.

His other hand stayed between her thighs, not pushing further, just resting there… warmly and possessively. The kiss was wet, hot, full of promise. It lasted long. Long minutes of slow exploration, breaths mixing, soft sounds filling the quiet room. His stubble scratched her chin lightly. Her fingers found their way to his hair, threading through the dark strands. When he finally pulled back… just enough to breathe, with their foreheads still touching and their nose brushing, they both were panting heavily. “Good girl” he murmured against her swollen lips, voice rough with want. “So fucking sweet”

“Ride me, baby. Take what you need.” I moved faster, rolling my hips as I bounced on his cock. The wet, filthy sound of me riding him filled the quiet space. Every time I sank down, I could feel him hitting deep inside me. Dante’s head fell back against the chair as he watched me. “Look at you,” he said, his voice rough. “Riding my cock like a desperate little slut while people are dancing right below us. You like this, don’t you? Getting fucked in a place where anyone could walk in and see you?”

he groaned, his voice laced with desperation. I didn't need to remove my own clothes because his hands were quick to rid me of my top. He paused afterwards, staring down at my breasts as if they were his most prized possession. His lust filled eyes stayed on them for a few seconds before he lowered his mouth. My breath caught and I closed my eyes as I anticipated the contact. To my disappointment, he placed a kiss on my neck instead of my breasts. As he kissed his way down, nothing prepared me for his hand slipping into my shorts. My heart beat wildly and I swallowed as his hand went further inside. When he found my clit, I buckled and grabbed onto his arms for support. He teased the sensiti

It seemed like if he stamped his foot, this entire city would be shaken by a level three earthquake. Under his forceful and domineering gaze, Mohini gaze was as clear as water. Its surface was as calm as ice; placid, tranquil and composed. Aarya stood near her and Mohini looked at him and said to Soham without even looking at him, "Soham! Meet my husband Aarya Kashyap. A young hotelier of India and They're my family. My Kashyap Family" Soham looked at each Kashyap brothers and remembered them instantly. Shaurya married to Jiya, this revelation made him froze. Then he looked at Arthit, Arin and Ariv and the ladies who were standing near them, almost leaning on their chests.

I had to be reasonable. “Burbok! You don’t understand anything. When I say I want to give her, all I mean is that I want to give nobody else but only her! All my life! No other girl!” he jumped up, and in a jiffy, took out another cigarette. “Even before marriage?” I asked him. It was so villainous of him to have pre-marital sex with a girl he loved! It was like cheating that girl. None of our heroes had done this so far. They just hugged and on rare occasions kissed on ruined fortresses. And Biswa’s favourite, Raj, in the film Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge, didn’t do anything to the drunken Simran, even though he had all the opportunity to do everything while changing her dress during their t

"Which type of girl, she is.? I think, fully characterless. Which Indian girl stay in the same room with a stranger man? Same on her. It's really ridiculous. All girls are same, lusty, gold digger and characterless.'' Harsh thinks and hatred hovers over his face. They both are sat in the opposite of each other and started exploring their phone respectively. Aaina massaged to Khushi and Harsh messaged to Veer. Veer and Khushi were together sitting in the home garden. They both laughed at their situation and started chatting with them respectively. Aaina : Hi Khushi : Ohh.. Hi.. Aaina madam Aaina feels that she is taunting.She texted, "I'm sorry. I create a problem for you." Khushi : It's okay