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The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

He poured it directly onto my entrance before rubbing the tip of his dick against it. The pressure I felt was immediate as he pushed his hips forward. The pain was sharp as he stretched my tight little hole inch by inch. I gasped, digging my fingers into the sheets, but Cedric slid beneath me, his lean body positioned perfectly. His dick lubed up from my saliva earlier nudged my wet folds. "As you wish," he said, thrusting up in one fluid motion, filling my pussy to the brim. Lucien's girthy cock split my ass while Cedric's long dick hit past my cervix.

His cock was hard. He climbed on the bed and moved over me. “Open your legs, Lila.” I spread my legs wide. He kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth. His hand went between my legs and rubbed my pussy. “You are so wet for me,” he said. “You want your sister’s fiancé to fuck you, don’t you?” “Yes,” I gasped. I reached down and grabbed his cock. I guided the head to my entrance. He pushed in hard. I cried out.

“That didn’t magically appear.” “Who gave you that?” Lila demanded, grinning like she’d just won the lottery. “And when did this happen?” “It’s nobody.” “Nobody doesn’t leave marks like that.” Lila flopped onto the couch and patted the cushion beside her. “Sit. We need details immediately.” “There are no details.” “Liar.” Lila’s grin widened. “You had sex. With someone. And you didn’t tell us.” “I didn’t say I had sex.”

,he asked as I watched Philip destroying Lucy and Ashley as they moaned out loudly as he banged them hard. No I’m not, I’m horny. “I guess”. “He’s a dick you know that right?”. I nodded. “Need help with that?”, he asked pointing to my finger still inside my shirt. I pulled it out. I shrugged. He stood up and stretched out his hand. “Let’s go upstairs “, he said. I’ve always had a thing for Freddie honestly. We’ve not really done anything really sexual. We’ve made out once and that was it. Let’s go wild tonight, I mean why not.

The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Elias hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled "My Hot Teacher" and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into submission by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

This strange man who drove her body crazy with only his words. Suddenly the phone screen flashed with a notification. Carla grabbed it and clicked and a picture appeared. There in full color was a large, thick cock shaped exactly like the one that she had used inside her. Except this one was real. And covered in sticky white cream. “Oh...wow...that’s a gorgeous cock.” “And see what you did, my sexy Latino woman? You made me cum so hard. All of that is thanks to you.” “You made me cum hard too. So hard. Thank you.” “Do you want more?”

“I know it’s fucked up. I know. But we aren’t even related….. Your mom just got married to my dad last month. and nothing else matters. I’m addicted, Lily. I love your pussy. Touch me, I whispered. His hand slid under my sundress, fingers finding the evidence immediately. I was soaked again. Traitorous body. “See?” he whispered, circling my clit slowly. “Your mind feels guilty, but your little pussy doesn’t listen. It’s dripping for me right now.”and you love it. I whimpered, my hips rocking against his hand despite myself. “We’re going to destroy her if this comes out.”

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.