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"Maybe I'll get to see some make up sex." "Don't hold your breath," I say, taking her hand again as we walk up to Kelly's door. I had called ahead so that Kelly would know we were coming. Kelly opens the door wearing the Vogue version of sexy outwear, a skintight skirt and lots of enticing cleavage. Lauren almost starts laughing and I suck in a breath to keep from joining her. "Oh," Kelly says, "I didn't know you were bringing Lauren." Maybe I forgot to mention that on the phone.

She smiled when she glanced over at Marie. "I'm so proud of you!" she said. "Why didn't you just swallow it?" Kelly shook her head and gave her a look that spoke volumes about how disgusting she thought it was. "Oh that's right, you're sheltered. Don't you do anything kinky?" Kelly shrugged. "Blowjobs in the bathroom aren't kinky?" "Oh honey," Marie replied. "Not even remotely kinky. Let's go down the list. Sex in public? Kelly shook her head. "Nope."

Zoe said softly. Kelly smirked, then her attention shifted to Lucas. “Well,” she said, eyeing him openly. “What about this hottie?” Lucas blinked. “Excuse me?” Kelly leaned closer. “You’re definitely into her.” Zoe’s jaw tightened. Kelly tilted her head. “Have you two slept together?” Silence, the air turned heavy. Then, Celeste stepped forward, not fully, but enough. Her voice echoed through Zoe’s mind… and outward just enough to send chills down everyone’s spine.

I want to savor every second and every minute of it until I have satisfied the hunger that was within me. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I couldn’t stop myself from saying as I took in every part of her. My Luna has finally come home, and now she’s going to be mine. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, along with my boxer shorts, setting my hard cock free. A smirk appeared on my face as I saw Kelly’s eyes bulge as she took in the size of my cock. Having sex with her isn’t something new between us. We had been doing it before, which is why Lylia came.

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Kelly followed me around the room, getting more and more angry with each place I searched. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded. "Who do you think you are, searching my private space like this?" I turned to face her. Her face was red with anger, and her hands were clenched into fists. "I know you're capable of so much evil," I said. "You could be helping Sexy Red mess with my head just to get back at me for God knows what." "And who the hell is this Sexy Red?" Kelly shot back, anger radiating from every part of her face.

I sat down, my heart hammering. “Oh, Celine,” she said softly, her eyes moving over my body. “Look at you. Those beautiful curves. That round ass and perky tits. You can never be a nun, cara. A body like yours was made to be fucked. You need a thick, hard cock to stretch that tight little pussy and devour it completely.” Her dirty words made me gasp. Heat rushed to my face and between my legs.

"Okay, we have arrived. Inside, there are clothes that are ready for you to wear. Call me if you need anything.' Delia was about to leave, but Jean called her. "Wait." Jean stopped Delia's steps. "Who is the man below and who you are to Mr Dominic?" Delia turned and smiled faintly. "Eliot? He is Mr Dominic's personal stylist and I am his trusted secretary." Jean was silent. "Do you still have questions for me?" Delia asked, confirming. "No, thanks." Jean tried to smile even though it was a forced smile. "Let me go first. Don't hesitate to call me." After saying that, Delia left Jean with a thousand questions in her brain.

I challenged him with a sinister smile. He shifted gears again, but I noticed how his hand was sliding down the gear stick-- closer to my knee. "Is that a challenge Ms Leir? " He growled in a undoubtedly sexy tone, and his hand finally made contact with my bare knee through the ripped jeans, sending sparks through my body. "Only if you want it to be, Detective Deckor," I whispered in a strained voice as my body blazed on fire. A light flashed through his eyes as his hand trailed higher. Slowly. Slowly.

“There’s this one—Professor Hale. Teaches English Lit. He’s only, like, thirty? Everyone says he’s tall, dark, tattoos under his shirts, the whole package.” Kelly gasped, smacking her hand against her thigh. “A professor? Holy fuck. That’s so much hotter than some dumb frat boy. Imagine—” She leaned toward me with devilish eyes. “—you, Jo, bent over his desk while he lectures you about Shakespeare.” “Kelly!” My whole face went hot. “You’re insane.” “No, I’m a visionary,” she shot back. “You need someone older, experienced. A man who knows how to handle a tight little virgin like you—”