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I could feel the slickness on my inner thighs, and could smell myself, musky and desperate. I knew Kingsley could smell it, too. His nostrils flared again, and he grabbed my hip and turned me. He bent me forward just enough that my ass pressed against the seat. His hand came down between my legs from behind, cupping my cunt, and his middle finger slid through my folds. “Soaked,” he announced. “Fucking drenched.” I whimpered. His finger was rough, and calloused, and it dragged over my clit without gentleness. I jerked against his hand, and he chuckled and did it again, harder, pressing down until the pleasure was sharp enough to hurt.

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The room filled with the symphony of their use: the wet slap of skin, the guttural male grunts, the choked, desperate sounds she made around the cock in her mouth. “You like being our communal fleshlight, don’t you?” Sam’s voice came from beside her ear, calm and darkly amused. His smooth hand stroked her sweat-slicked side. “You love knowing any one of these guys can pump a load into any hole they want. That you’re just a set of free-use holes now.”

Over the past week, I am a bit confident to have sex as we have been doing it often. His hands unbutton my pants and pull them down with my underwear making me gasp at the sudden contact with cold air. Breaking the kiss he trails kisses down my neck and pecked my sweet spot making me moan as I fist his unbuttoned suit. His one hand slides my slit making me move my hips for more contact. He inserts a finger in which makes me arch my back and he pumps his finger in and out of me. "You are wet amore, did the smutty books do that?" I close my eyes and kiss his neck.

With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.

His chest pressed against my back, one hand gripping my hip, the other braced on the shelf above my head. He started moving. Hard, fast thrusts that rocked me against the books. The shelf creaked softly with every slam. I pushed back to meet him, needing more. The wet sound of our bodies filled the small space between the stacks. “Quiet, baby,” he reminded me, but his pace didn’t slow. “They might still be upstairs.” I nodded, moaning into my arm. Each thrust hit deep, sending sparks through me. His free hand slid around to rub my clit in rough circles. The double sensation made my knees weak.

Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public. ” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.

“I’d rip those panties off and bury my face between your thighs first. Lick that sweet little pussy until you’re grinding on my tongue. Then I’d flip you over, spread those legs wide, and slam into you deep. You know how tight you get when you’re this desperate.” I moaned loudly, pushing two fingers inside myself. The wet, obscene sound of my arousal filled the quiet room as I pumped them slowly at first, curling them to hit that perfect spot. My hips rocked up to meet my hand, chasing the friction I craved. “Yes… just like that. Your cock is so much bigger than my fingers. I’m fucking myself right now, but it’s not enough. God, Daniel, I’m dripping for you.”

Four “So, what’s the genre we’re looking at?” Nico picked up one of the books on the desk and flipped it to the back, reading the short description. “This one seems to be about magical powers and shit. Fantasy?” Theo nodded, taking a sip of his wine. He set down his glass and picked up a book from the pile. “I have romance, crime thrillers and fantasy, here.” He handed him a book. “What do you think about this?”