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By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

I groan as we walk together to find Malison. “You mean your hot cousin?". Yeah, Gabby had a thing for my cousin. Infact, she wasn't the only one who had a thing for him. I mean, he is so hot, and undeniably, I might have a thing for him too. “He is not so hot". I sigh. Pftttttttttt, what a big lie! He is literally the hottest guy I've ever set eyes on. “Whatever miss four eyes". She retorted.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

What just happened? I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes. My body was on fire, arousal coiled low in my belly. I knew lines shouldn’t be crossed. I knew office affairs were dangerous, especially with someone like Damien Cross. But the way he looked at me… The way his voice dipped when he said my name… The way my skin tingled just from his touch… I didn’t just want more—I craved it. Later That Night I was curled on my couch in sweatpants, trying to watch a rom-com on N*****x when my phone buzzed. I grabbed it lazily, assuming it was my friend Cara. But the name that lit up the screen made me sit up straighter.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

The mafia's hacker princess prequel Rita's POV It's hot in here. The crowd is buzzing with so much sexual energy that it feels like if you breathe in, you will be taking in pure desire into your system. Whipping my hair over my shoulder to show off my outfit properly, I smile and take a few steps forward to the front stage so they can see me under the neon lights. I move my hot body to the rhythm of the song playing right now, it's a slow and dirty song that sets the mood for sex, adding more tension to the already heavy atmosphere.

“What’s the direction to your house?” “Left.” I gave him directions, my heart still hammering. We were close to my apartment now. He pulled up by the curb but didn’t unlock the door of the car yet. “So you’re really not gonna tell me?” “Tell you what?” “What kind of p**n it was.” he smirked. I sighed. “It was hardcore.” “Bullshit,” he said, laughing under his breath. “What?” “Nobody starts out with hardcore p**n. I’ve seen enough to know. You don’t sound like a newbie, Lena. But I’m not judging. I actually think it’s hot you’re into that kind of stuff.” He glanced at me. “Especially in my car.”

I told her that sounded good and she gave me a peck on the cheek and headed off to bed. I turned off the lights and made my way to the bedroom that she always had ready for me. I unpacked my things and put my laptop on the small table in the corner of the room. I wasn't really sleepy, so I decided to check my emails and surf the web a bit. I watched a few music videos and then clicked on a website that I had saved. It was p**n (I'm in college, what do you expect?). I watched a few scenes when I started getting an erection.

His lips unbelievably soft as he trailed them over her body, his strong fingers caressing every inch of her. Stop! It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. She couldn't afford to let him back into her life. Her heart might not have healed but at least it had scarred over. No way could she rip open those scars and lay her heart bare for him again. So why had her nipples suddenly hardened into painful tips? Heat flashed over her and the pulse between her thighs pounded harder than the Anvil Chorus. All these years and all it took was one look at him to set her off.

They fucked slow and deep in front of the fire, kissing passionately while he ground against her clit. Then he took her against the window, her breasts pressed against the cold glass as he fucked her from behind, the snowstorm swirling outside while he claimed her. By the time the fire had burned low, Evelyn was a wrecked, cum-soaked mess. Her body was covered in his marks, and her pussy was leaking his cum. Jonathan pulled her into his arms on the couch, kissing her deeply. “We’re snowed in for at least two more days,” he murmured against her lips. “And I’m nowhere near finished with you.”