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I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

He found her G-spot with every thrust, his thumb reaching down to circle her throbbing clit with a firm, relentless pressure. Outside, the first major explosion of the fireworks shook the windows. A burst of brilliant red and white light flooded the room, illuminating them in a strobe-like flash. The rhythm increased. Mateo’s gentleness was slowly being consumed by his hunger. His thrusts became deeper, harder, the wet, slapping sound of his skin against hers lost in the thunder of the fireworks. Ariana was lost in a storm of sensation—the friction, the stretch, the sheer, overwhelming reality of being claimed by the man who had occupied her dreams and nightmares.

"Oh god, yes. Harder. Fill me." The room was filled with the sounds of their combined heat-the rhythmic slapping of skin, the guttural groans of the men, and Elena's high-pitched, frantic cries. Roman was hammering into her pussy, his thrusts hitting her G-spot with every movement, while Jax worked her ass with a steady, punishing force. The friction was unbearable. Elena felt the white-hot spark of her climax beginning to bloom at her core, a tension so tight it felt like she would shatter. She clamped her pussy around Roman, her internal muscles pulsing in a series of desperate, rhythmic tremors.

Isabella sank down onto his thick, bare cock with a broken moan, the stretch delicious and filthy. She rode him hard, hips rolling, breasts bouncing free from the low neckline. Damien gripped her ass, guiding her faster, the wet slap of skin loud in the enclosed space. “That’s it… milk your husband’s cock like the greedy little slut you are,” he growled, teeth grazing her nipple. “Come for me before we arrive.” She shattered twice before the limo slowed, clenching around him as he pumped her full of hot cum. He didn’t let her clean up.

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

Pinning her to the table, he trailed rough kisses on her skin with his lips. “You asked for this, Mi amor. I will ruin you till you don't feel your legs..” He whispered in her ears. A smirk formed on her lips as she challenged him. “Ruin me, daddy. That's exactly what I want..” He smirked and slapped her ass, causing her to shiver. “Don't say I didn't warn you.” ********************* As the church members filed out of the dimly lit Catholic church, the warm sunlight spilled across the steps, illuminating the vibrant flowers and lush greenery surrounding the building.

The caption read: “Hot ??” I smiled to myself and completing the statement under my breath: “Hot… sauce.” Curiosity got the better of me. I scrolled down to the comments. Of course, they were filled with girls. One wrote: “Tasted this sauce… would wanna taste your hotness next” Another: “You are hotter anyway” A third: “Can I be your hot sauce, baby?” I kept reading, my jealousy rising with every thirsty comment. My chest felt tight. I knew it was silly — he was with menow — but seeing so many girls openly flirting with him still stung. I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone aside.

All my swollen, throbbing flesh welcomes the almost-pain of it. He fucks me deep and slow and hard, and I hang on, pinned down, aflame. He licks the sweat from my face, bends his mouth to my nipple and grinds my clit with his thumb. The chill is forgotten. I am a hot thing, one that lights for him. He glides in and out of me, pants his desire into my ear. His tongue swipes at the seashell whorls there, hot breath pushing into me, raising torrid shivers on my neck. It’s the trigger. My cunt clenches around his length, pelvis spasming against him, the sensation so strong part of me tries to escape. But his hips pin me still, his cock wrings every last tremor from me. And then his teeth find my

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

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