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I claw at his back, leaving marks. “Harder,” I beg, voice hoarse. “Fuck me harder, Damien.” He obliges, hips snapping with raw power. Sweat slicks our skin. The mirror behind me vibrates with every thrust. I lean forward and suck on his tongue, messy and desperate. He groans into my mouth, one hand sliding down to grip my ass, spreading me wider. “Such a filthy little thing,” he mutters between kisses. “Coming all over my cock again and again. You love being ruined, don’t you?”

He started moving those fingers, watching me with lust filled eyes. "Slowly, my hatred for you turned into fondness. You became my rock. You became my home. You know when you bought me a car? There was a picture of you in the glove compartment. When I got really angry, I touched myself and wiped my fingers on your face in the photo. I love confessing my sins to you. I secretly love when you tell me what to do. I love when you tell me to call you daddy. I love you so much Geo. You are the only love of my life. " "Fuck." He cursed and placed his tongue between my legs, probably because of what I said about his photo. He bit my clit and I screamed.

“Let it be what it is.” In that space, tangled together, teasing, laughing softly, pressing close, brushing fingertips along skin, Imani felt it—the delicate balance of desire, jealousy, love, and intimacy, mingling, stretching through them. She had never felt more alive. The night moved slowly, deliberately, each movement a small, thrilling pulse of connection, building a rhythm that was playful and intense, tender and daring.

Every twitch. He stays buried while we catch our breath. Chest pressed to my back. Lips brushing my shoulder. Lazy kisses up my neck. When he finally pulls out, his cum trickles down my thigh. He turns me. Kisses me slow—deep, tongues sliding, tasting salt and need. “Inside,” he mutters. “Bed. Not done with you.”

Built for my cock, aren't you? *Slowly, reluctantly, I pull out of your abused hole with a wet squelch. A trickle of our combined fluids leaks out to stain the sheets below.* *My eyes darken with renewed lust as I watch you taste our mixed essences, a low groan rumbling in my chest.* Such a dirty girl, *I growl approvingly, capturing your wrist to bring your fingers to my mouth. I suck them clean with deliberate slowness, holding your gaze.* Mmm, we taste good together. Could get addicted to this flavor.

Loveth replied practically as she smiled happily , Nicholas wrapped her legs around his waist as he continued kissing her , and fondling her breast at the same time kissing the pointed round twins , and then she grabbed his hard " I never knew you were this dirty Loveth ! ." Nicholas exclaimed when she grabbed his hard " I was never bad Nick , I only became bad for you ." Loveth got down from his hand and pushed him towards the wall as she went down on her kneels , she unzipped him slowly , tool out his penis , and then she put it in her mouth , devouring it with pleasure like her Christmas meal , with her two hands she encircled his sexual part into her mouth , as she played with it like

**SMUT WARNING** Kia's POV: Zoning in and out of the discussion I remember that I'm sitting on Tyson's lap. A evil thought pops up in my head along with feeling guilty for hurting them, I start wiggling my ass against Tyson "woman what are you doing?" he whisper shouts in my ear "I'm just trying to get comfortable daddy" I whine out as I wiggle more starting to feel his reaction to my ass constantly rubbing on his package. I look at the clock noticing we only have a few minutes left. Tyson grips my thighs trying to make the rubbing stop. Smirking I stop the movement all together. Leaning my face into his neck I start biting and sucking his neck making more love bites. I open my eyes looking

Guilt stabbed through me, mixing with the afterglow in a twisted way, but even as I felt the horror of it, my cock twitched again at the thought, the possession turning what should have been love into this perverse torment that I couldn't escape. I shoved her off me roughly, cum dripping everywhere as she slid to the floor, and I stood up with shaking hands, pulling my pants back on over the mess. I vowed right then to end this somehow, to find a way to break the curse before it destroyed us both, but the rune's pulse kept whispering promises of more, and my body already craved the next violation, my mind starting to fracture under the weight of this smutty curse.

She gave Lachlan’s wolf one last, ghostly nuzzle of affection. He flinched. I knew he felt it. "Lachlan." "Hmm?" "I love you." "I love you, too," he said, holding me closer. "Always." "That's enough," I whispered, a final, peaceful breath leaving my lips. "Having your love... it was enough." A soft night breeze blew through the room. A single petal from the Queen of the Night drifted down and landed on my pale hand, just like it had all those years ago, when we first met.

He will hate seeing me like this, and the thought brought a smile that touched the corner of my lips before I let the darkness claim me. . _ Have you checked out the new book? Twisted Marriage- A Dark MMF MAFIA ROMANCE A. Gupta