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One hand snaked around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing messy and perfect. “Ahhh…” " Yes baby. You like that?” “I do,” she gasped, pushing back to meet him, the wet slap of skin obscene in the tiny shed. " And I hate it. Ahh…” “Ha ha ha…not when you moan like that.” He pulled her upright, back against his chest, one arm banded across her tits, the other still working her clit. “I hate this too,” he admitted against her ear, voice ragged. “Hate that I can’t stop wanting you. Hate that Madison’s safe and easy and you’re… you. Complicated. Real. Fucking perfect when you’re mad. And I love those huge ass tits.”

"Then I hope you're ready to spend the rest of your life sinning with me." He kissed me again, a slow, possessive kiss that tasted of salt and sex. As we began to clean ourselves up, the danger of our situation returned, but it didn't frighten me. Instead, it acted like an aphrodisiac. The thought of returning to the mansion, of sitting across from Vittorio while still feeling Mike's cum dripping inside me, made my pussy throb with a renewed hunger.

How could this be not deadly? “Then what the hell did you give me?!” I demanded. Danika’s smile widened. “It’s an aphrodisiac.” I froze in horror. “Your body will keep getting hotter,” she continued calmly. “The heat will spread through you until it becomes unbearable. The longer you resist it, the worse the pain will become.” My stomach twisted. “And if you let it go on for too long,” she added, “it could kill you. Unless,” she drawled out as she took a slow step toward me, “you do something about it.”

That was not bad at all. " And?" he asked, taking his hands to the buttons of her shirt. "My phone fell in the gutter," she breathed. She was totally aroused now and explaining how the flood deprived her of her phone was too much to concentrate on. He finished unbuttoning the shirt. "And?" He was barely concentrating himself. His focus was on what he could do with the woman before him. His libido was increasing by the moment and the way she was moving on his little one was not helpful at all. He suddenly didn't want her to talk about the phone anymore. He could just get her another one, dozens, if she wanted him to.

She closed her eyes and for a moment wished she was back at the foundation party, the orchestra playing something warm and mellow in the background, Gabe moving her to the music with a familiar fluid grace. But now they were locked in an erotic dance, flirting at the edge of danger and she wasn't sure she knew all the steps. He had an erection that was hard enough to carve a hole in her. His thick rod was like a hot pipe pressing into her, the hair on his chest a rough carpet pricking at her breasts and nipples. She tightened her arms around his waist and nipped at his chest with her teeth. When she found a flat nipple she pulled it into her mouth, closing her lips over it.

The overwhelming heat between us becomes apparent quickly. We aren't going to be taking our time exploring each others bodies. This is going to be passionate and feverish. His hands make quick work off tearing off my clothes, not once taking his mouth off mine. I'm always amazed by how good of a kisser he is, claiming me like he owns me, sweeping his tongue through my mouth as he steals all my breath away. Once all my clothes have been discarded of, the reality that this is really happening, that I'm not backing down from Ark's desire.

Making her body hot, very intense and fierce. "I love you!" She breath out unconsciously but could feel the overwhelming feeling deep within her. Zayn stilled, causing her to open her doe like eyes to look up at him. Not wasting a moment, he pressed a hot, gentle yet ferocious kiss with so much passion and emotions showed and pulled all in the kiss. The gentleness of the kiss and the softness emanated a moan from her. Like fireworks, it's deflagrating and fulminating inside her in harsh hotness but at the same time, like a plume is whispering to her.

He hadn't even moved enough to get tired or sweat, and I was already contracting, I was already feeling that familiar and disconcerting warmth. It was wild. It was fast, lascivious, hot, and hotter than sex in your workplace. I was moaning against the sheets, without containing myself, and Hazz moaned at every blow into my body. It was intense and incredible, and nothing silent. At least my crew was too discreet to intrude, but we were lucky to be so far from the ground, because the damage we did... It was the limit for both of them. The apex of pleasure. "My God, Hazz..." I murmured in a moan, feeling my legs vibrate with the wave of heat and devastation that grew from my intimacy to my che

he orders. My sensitive nipples throb and my inner thighs sizzle with longing to give him the ride of his life. It sucks that my mind rebels. I hate everything he and his club stand for and I shouldn’t be attracted to him. Fuck it. Easy or hard? I’ll enjoy hard more, so what the hell? “Sure you can get your dick up, bald man?”

The heat between us is overwhelming, a raging inferno that consumes everything in its path. He kisses down my neck, trailing hot kisses across my collarbone, igniting every nerve ending in his wake. I gasp, arching into him, every touch sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. The sensation is dizzying, my body responding to him with a hunger I have never known, and I can feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter until I think I might explode. “Rowan,” I gasp, his name a plea on my lips as I seek out more, desperate for that connection, for the fire that burns between us. “Ahh…Deeper. Cum inside me.”