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"You're insane, but I love it." More rooms, more positions. On the plush rug, sixty-nine, mutual pleasure with mouths and hands. His groans vibrated against me as I swallowed him down. "Fuck, your throat... don't stop." Climax hit simultaneously. Exhaustion didn't slow us. The hot tub on the deck brought buoyant sex, water splashing as we rocked together. Conversations turned to commitment, dreams blending. Throughout the night and into the next day, we lived every fantasy. Role play elements slipped in—he as the conquering mogul, me the captured influencer. Dirty commands and praises mixed with genuine affection.

The click-clack of a woman's high heels approaching the confessional stall gave the priest an unarguable guess of his next penitent's gender. The door swung open and almost immediately, the fragrance she wore stole the atmosphere. Fr Gregory became the curious cat. Well, he has always been. Then the overwhelming and compelling need to see this woman whom reminds him of Rose of Rome. This penitent who was there for absolution and whose fragrance reminds him of the years he hoped to spend his youth on the thighs of Rose an Italian beauty queen. Some how, this fragrance evoked feelings of sensuality and hot coitus desires even though it felt wrong at the moment.

“Do you know how unbelievably fuckin’ hot it is how much you love givin’ and takin’ pleasure? Very few women are so uninhibited. You’re the ultimate fantasy woman.” Jesus, Kane. Lay it on a little thick why don’t you? He didn’t need to bother. Jasmine was a sure thing.

I let myself in quietly and head straight upstairs, keeping my eyes firmly away from her door. In the Alpha suite, I strip down to my boxers and climb into bed. Rob’s bed, I remind myself. My best friend’s bed, in his house, where I’m supposed to be protecting his daughter. Not fantasizing about fucking her. But I do anyway. Can’t help it. The image of her in those tiny shorts, that t-shirt slipping off her shoulder, the way she looked at me like she wanted to devour me—it’s seared into my brain. I palm my cock through my boxers, already hard just from thinking about her.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

A low groan escaped him, vibrating through his chest and into my back. “You feel that?” he whispered, his lips now dangerously close to my neck. One hand slid from my hip, smoothing over the curve of my ass. “You’ve been driving me crazy. All that hate… it’s so fucking hot.” “Don’t,” I managed, but it was weak. My body was betraying me, a traitorous pulse starting to beat between my legs.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

She was always updated on the latest sex trends and would find new ways for her and Ryan to spice things up in the bedroom. A couple of times, they’d put out ads online looking for a play partner. They successfully found a unicorn who matched their every description and ended up having one of the hottest FFM threesomes of their life with her. Now and then, she still comes around whenever the need arises. Zoe had never really thought about having an MMF where everyone would make out with each other. Not until Lucas came into their lives and she began sensing the attraction that existed between him and Ryan.

Is she daydreaming right now or the man of her dreams is flirting with her? Cassie's breathing gets even faster, she feels her pussy releases warm fluids onto her panties. Heat crawls through her neck till her face is already reddened. Her lips slowly part in wonder and Mathias's eyes drop onto her mouth. She watches how his pupils dilate as his fingers twitch around her hand. God, how can this be true? He is lusting after...her? Mathias Raptis, the most forbidden fantasy of her life, has an interest in Cassie?