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Alex’s cum was still leaking slowly from Lila’s well-fucked pussy onto the soft cushion beneath them. The air was peaceful, the distant sound of waves mixing with their slowing breaths. Lila lifted her head, looking at her husband with shy but excited eyes. Her cheeks were still flushed from her last orgasm. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” she whispered, her voice husky. “The other fantasy I told you about… two guys. You and another man. Both of you inside me at the same time. I want to feel completely full. Stretched. Used. Owned.”

I added another finger, my finger moving and curbing and scraping his hole. “Yesssssssss” he hissed, arching his back hard. Fuck! I mouthed, biting my lips. I couldn't let him see me lose control. I added a third finger and this time a strained howl tore from his lips. My cock bobbed, my breathing faltering momentarily. Pulling out my fingers, I grabbed the massive dildo, rubbing the massive head, my eyes fixated lustfully at my boy’s little hole. Without further hesitation, I placed the tip on his entrance, his body stiffened, while my cock slammed against my ribs with every breath.

Yet I had never felt more satisfied, more desired, more alive. Lucian cupped my face in his hands, his emerald eyes glowing with fresh power. My blood had deepened the color of his lips and brought a faint flush to his usually pale cheeks. “You taste even better than your application promised. Sweet, rich, and burning with lust.” Elias rose from his knees, his mouth also stained red. He grinned wickedly. “And we have only just begun, beautiful one. The night is long, and we are far from sated.”

"We're parents. That's all. Everything else was survival. Lust disguised as love." "That's a lie." "Is it? You seduced me to hurt Michael. I used you to escape. Where's the real feeling in that?" He crossed the room. Grabbed her shoulders. Made her look at him. "I loved you from the first night. Everything after was me lying to myself about it." "You loved the danger. The forbidden. Your cousin's wife. The affair felt wrong so it felt exciting. That's not love." "Then why are you still here? Why didn't you leave the moment Michael died?"

“Tell me how long it’s been since someone touched you like this. Like they actually wanted to make you lose control.” “Too long,” she gasped, her head falling back against the wood. “Years…” Rafael made a low, satisfied sound. He pushed the lace aside and slid two thick fingers along her slick folds before slowly pushing inside her. Elena cried out softly, her walls clenching around the intrusion. He curled his fingers, stroking that perfect spot while his thumb continued teasing her clit with maddening precision. “Look at me,” he commanded gently. She opened her eyes. His face was inches from hers, dark eyes burning with lust as he watched every flicker of pleasure cross her face. The wet s

“Are you going to run off? If you come back I can promise you everything. I can give you sex and anything your heart desires.” He couldn’t give her everything. There was a reason she read so many romance novels, and it wasn’t because it was what women did. She read them out of yearning. The books were her one way of getting a happy ending. In life she had come to learn it doesn’t always have a happy ending. “I’ll come back,” she said. The sex between them was brilliant. She never wanted the lust to end. Christal wondered how long the brilliant sex would last without love. She’d seen many couples within her pack mate, then regret their decisions afterward.

“You’ve deprived your lover of the pleasure of arousing you. There’s only one way to control your lust. I want you to get a composition book and record all the times you masturbate while thinking of me. Describe every thought and deed in filthy, explicit detail. When we meet again, you’ll stand before me naked and read the entries aloud while I decide how to punish you.” My pussy clenched so hard I whimpered and arched up against my bonds. “I prom…promise,” I stuttered. “Do you want me to fuck you now? Be honest. Isn’t that why you came to the door with your tits practically falling out of that slutty bathrobe?” “Yes, oh, yes.” Suddenly impatient himself, Frank threw off his robe, knelt betw

She may have been crying so hard that one of her hands slipped down and touched her jewel's hot cut. Her body was automatically lifted when she felt her wet femininity. She knew what that meant because the dancers at the bar always talked about sex. She got up again but remained kneeling on the floor. She knew her eyes seemed to be on fire as she didn't take her gaze away from the man in front of her. She inserted her hand inside her undies. "Ungghhh ... Ahhhh!" She couldn't help but moan when a finger touched her wet opening. Her eyes were still tightly closed to what she was doing.

Love was not part of their vocabulary, but lust was their mother tongue, fluent and unforgiving. As his pace quickened, so did her heartbeat, a symphony of carnal anticipation building to a crescendo that promised nothing but destruction in its wake. They were fire and gasoline, drawn together only to burn. And in that moment, Cathleen understood that there was no recovery from this—only the relentless pursuit of pleasure at the hands of her greatest adversary.

He began to stroke my swollen, sensitive folds gently at first, and then he pushed two thick, rough fingers deep inside my wet hole, mixing and stirring the thick remnants of the cum he had pumped into me last night. He let out a deep groan of satisfaction, swearing about how I was still completely full of his fluid and telling me I was a good girl because he loved knowing his load was still leaking out of my tight body. I moaned out loud into the quiet room, pushing my hips back against the rhythm of his hand to feel his fingers deeper inside me. Victor kissed my bare shoulder and bit down into my skin with his teeth, adding a third thick finger into my wet slit to stretch me wide open once