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She told me with those sexy, red eyes of her as she licked Leo's semen, off her lips. I undressed, pulling down my shorts to expose my already hardened dick as I climbed the bed. I could see desire in her eyes as she stared at my cock, her mouth probably watering. Leo moved behind her and I got in front of her, before slipping my dick into her warm mouth. She moaned as she wrapped her lips around the head of my dick. Her tongue swiped all over the hole in my cock, her huge boobs bouncing with rapid movement as she boobed her head on my laps.

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This wasn’t like the slow, worshipful exploration of the cabin, or the tender reclamation after the confession. This was feral. This was victory sex.

When he finally opened his eyes, Dominic was standing again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, chest heaving. “Jesus,” Eli murmured. Dominic gave him a look that was nothing short of ruined. “You’re not done.” Eli smiled—slow and wrecked—and reached for him. “Then get up here and fucking prove it.” Dominic pulled him down off the desk, spun him around, and bent him over the surface with one firm hand between his shoulder blades. The sound Eli made was desperate. There was no more hesitation. Dominic undid his jeans, cock hard and leaking in his hand. He spat into his palm, stroked himself once, twice, then guided himself between Eli’s legs, grinding against his entrance, teasing ju

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This episode contains sensitive content. It includes dominant sexual themes and morally complex characters. The presence of death is part of the emotional stakes and plot, it is not fetishized. Reader discretion is advised. SELENE’S POV He thrust so hard into me that I squirted immediately. “Such a needy cunt,” the Don said with a cruel smile. He took the gun from me and dropped it carelessly on the leather couch. His hand slid under my ass, gripping tight and pulling me closer. My hands wound around his neck, clutching, holding on as the slick heat still dripped between us.

Four weeks, three days and two and a half hours was the exact amount of time since he’d walked into the La Terrazza bar and fallen deep into his very first full-blown erotic obsession. He’d only gone into the place out of curiosity. He’d been working late and felt stressed out, pissed off and bored with his relatively mundane existence. La Terrazza was a notorious sexual stomping ground, and as a young man whose turn to stomp was long overdue, he’d arrived with high hopes, a genuine thirst, and the beginnings of a very nice hard-on. He’d expected glitzy people, pricey drinks and plush, slightly pervy surroundings; what he hadn’t expected was “The Weirdo’...

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

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Chapter 10: Cowgirl Ruin The hallway is a blur of raw sensation, the very air thick with the smell of sex and sweat. Her cries have dissolved into raw noise, her body a trembling, pliant form against him. He watches her head loll back, her sweat-soaked hair clinging to her temples, her face a mask of shattered will and desperate pleasure. He’s deep inside her, still pounding, each thrust a brutal confirmation of his dominance, of her utter, complete surrender. The wet slap of their skin is a relentless rhythm, echoing in the narrow space, a testament to their transgression.