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I couldn’t help but wonder what both of them were talking about so seriously. My relationship with Carlos went back to being restrained due to how we ended things, more like, didn’t end things. I just couldn’t finish sex with him when Louis was downstairs, finally awake. I knew it was just an excuse still, I wasn’t ready for sex. I wondered what I would have done if God hadn’t given me a way out. It confused me. I loved being touched, I loved Carlos’s touch but I just didn’t have the strength to embrace sex itself. The whole thing was confusing and Carlos was paying for it.

he growled. I was coming again, too blinded by lust, probably I was glad he was forcing me so that I could at least justify myself that I didn’t want this when deep down we both know how much of it was a lie, though I wasn’t sure if I’d ever stopped. I know I never wanted it to. His hands ground me down on him, using my grip on him and any other leverage I could get to meet each of his brutal thrusts until he stiffened and his voice rose in a groan that was almost a growl to mingle with my screams. He hilted himself deep in my womanhood, his hot seed drenching my inner walls, I felt it. We stayed frozen there for what seemed an eternity, my moans fading to soft whimpers and his breathing dee

If she could just break through that last barrier to being whole… “A good man would teach you ‘sexy’.” Summer’s mouth twisted into a naughty grin as her eyes flashed fun. “Now, turn the radio on. ‘Speaking of Sex & Lust’ is about to start.” Rowena groaned. She had a love-hate relationship with ‘Dr. Lovejoy’ and his… radio show. There was something about that man’s voice that made her insides tingle and turn to goo. Listening to him talk about relationships and sex for hours every night drove her insane. Of course, Rowena supposed it was self-torture, considering she’d given up all hope of ever having sex again.

She pulls me upstairs and I suspect it is for a chit chat as always. "Take it easy… Lillo…" I cry out as I can not keep up with my pace anymore. Opening the door to her room, Lillo pulls me down to her bed and lands on it afterwards. She sits up right again, grip my hands and pull me closer to her. The look in her eyes reminds me of the movie of two lesbians' romantic scenes that played on TV when nobody was home. I don't like that look, 'cause I was just wondering how the hell they get to enjoy the whole thing when a man isn't involved. I haven't had sex before, not even a finger down my pussy, but I know a lot of things about sex, and each time my mind sprints to that direction, I feel my

My fingers tug his dark brown hair as I come. I don't want to exaggerate like all the romance novels I’ve read, you know with the whole multiple orgasms, countless rounds of hot wild sex with the gorgeous male lead, jeez it's too good to be true. Every time I read those novels I was like, urgh this author is a fucking liar. But with him, and the sex we've always had, let's say I stan those exaggerations. And two hours is not definitely not enough. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asks when we’re lying on the floor next to the digital fireplace; we’ve moved after the first round in front of the main entrance.

The man pointed out at the cherry while Nathalie gulped and nodded, knowing she had no other chance and way other than to let her lips loosened. "Trust me, Nathalie. For once please. I will not disappoint you in any aspect of life." Lucas wanted her to give in to him with all her heart and might, his eyes flickered with sincerity. Nathalie had known that the first time she had sex was woth Diego and they bkth were drunk, somehow they both just remembered that they were the partners.

Several years later, she’d rue this day, but it’d be too late by then. Before dropping her off at the venue of the variety show, they’d managed to exchange numbers and do everything but have sex. The sexual tension in the car was so thick that one could cut through it with a knife. Anyone would frown upon getting cozy with a person you recently met, but those societal norms don’t apply to Lust. As far he is concerned, the earlier, the better. One thing led to another, and soon, the world’s model- that was her title back then- and the world’s most eligible bachelor, Lascivus Läwst, became a ‘thing’.

Chrissy rushes to me and kneels on one leg before me. “Luca and I… We, ah… Before I came home looking like a washed-out rat after finding out the truth about Rosalia and Celeste. Things got heated between us, and like always. Luca thinks passionate sex is the answer to everything. But it's not. It's more like a bandaide and when you rip that fucker off... It hurts like a bitch.” I mumble, needing to get that off my chest. “We also did it bare.” Wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, I continued.

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