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But now, looking at them, he did not have any desire to touch them. His little man also remained quiet. Kelly was shocked at the discovery. He immediately backed at the women who were standing in the room and doing some dirty dance. "You, did you come to stand there? Come over here and serve your alpha." Kelly's irritated voice came through the room. "Yes alpha!" The few ladies scrambled to his side. One was massaging his shoulders; another was kissing his lips and others were busy entertaining the part below his abdomen. But no matter what they did, Kelly did not feel that excitement that he had expected. His body was still as cold as ice and he was even starting to feel irritated from all

she yelled, her back arching more to meet his thrusts. Lihont leaned down to whisper in her ears. “Beg louder!!.” “Please…please…I need to come…let me cum on your cock….please Master!” “Cum!,” he ordered. “Cum all over my cock like the filthy toy you are!.” “Ahhhhh…yes Master!!!” Katherine immediately screamed. Her pussy clamped around his cock like a vice, pulsing wildly as she screamed in ecstasy. Her whole body shook, thighs trembling, and her toes curled.

Julian stiffened, his hand instinctively reaching for the gun holstered at his hip, even as his other arm kept me pressed against him. Then I saw her. Celeste stepped from the shadows as if she belonged there, her figure immaculate despite the chaos we’d just escaped. Not a trace of dust touched her pale dress, not a smear of blood stained her flawless skin. She was haunting, so calm, so untouchable, like the destruction of the chamber was nothing more than theater performed for her amusement. “Touching,” she purred, eyes narrowing as they flicked between Julian’s bruised face and my trembling frame locked in his arms. “The hero saves the girl. Again. How predictably romantic.”

He tug at my n¡pple as his tongue lashed out wickedly on the other. I dig my fingers into his hair as his to tongue slid down my skin, wicked– teasing. "Oh God!.." I moan out helplessly. I do hope the walls are sound proofed. I tug at his hair helplessly as he worked his mouth down my bare skin. Gently sliding my panties down his dark eyes roam down my entrance. I squirm at his open show of lust. Holding my thighs in place he lowers his head between my upraised legs and I let out a short gasp as his warm tongue slids over my my wet entrance. I shut my eyes and grabbed the sheets for support. Gary slids his tongue slowly over my mound. My whole body shiver in sheer ecstasy and I'm moaning out

ZARA I bent over Professor Alexander Kane’s desk like the desperate slut he had turned me into, my chest pressed flush against the cool wooden surface, my cheek resting on scattered papers. My pleated skirt was flipped up over my waist, ass high in the air, legs spread wide. My pussy was still throbbing from the brutal face-fucking, dripping wet and puffy, his earlier cum drying on my tits and chin. “Fuck, look at this pretty cunt,” He growled behind me, voice dark and dangerous. “Already soaked and clenching around nothing. You really are my filthy little blackmailer, aren’t you?”

I stepped between her knees, gripping her thighs and dragging her to the edge of the bed until she was flush against me. “Maybe.” She shrugged, shoving her glasses up the bridge of her nose. God, she was Beautiful. I didn't give her a chance to breathe. I grabbed the hem of that stained sweatshirt and yanked it over her head, throwing it somewhere across the room. She was left in nothing but those gray sweatpants, her breasts heavy and the pale skin of her stomach still carrying the faint, silver stretch marks of our babies. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

Why was I thinking about sucking Kayden? "It's starting. I heard this movie is erotic." Kayden whispered in my ear, his hand resting on my thigh casually. "I can handle it." Could I? He nodded. "I trust you." I swear, I couldn't pay attention to the movie. Not when he couldn't keep his hands at a place. Not like he was touching me inappropriately but he would casually squeeze my thigh lightly or rub his thumb on it, his shoulder brushing against mine. I was torn between asking him if he was the Dom at that club and pretending not to know.

“What matters is that it exists. That we acknowledge it.” Her chest tightened further. “And if we don’t?” He leaned slightly closer, his gaze holding hers so firmly she felt pinned by it. “Then it consumes us anyway. Silently. Slowly. But inevitably.” Amara’s heart raced. She could feel the heat of him now, could almost smell it, could almost hear the unspoken thoughts that lingered in the room like ghosts. The tension was unbearable, alive, magnetic. “And if we do?” she asked, voice trembling despite her best effort.