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He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

he demanded, slamming inside her in one brutal thrust, stretching her walls around his girth. “All yours, daddy,” Nova gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely. “I love how that pussy just fucking eats up my dick,” he panted, pulling back and slamming in again, the wet sounds of their joining filling the room. “Smells so sweet, tastes even better. Gonna breed this tight hole tonight.” “Oh, my God! Fuck! daddy, that feels so good,” she moaned, her body rocking with each powerful stroke. “How am I doing, sweetie?” Adam taunted, grinding deep. “I'm so fucking good at ruining you, ain’t I?”

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I propped myself up on my elbows, unwilling to miss the show. Each revealed body was a masterpiece of masculine perfection—Xander's massive frame covered in intricate pack tattoos, muscles rippling with every movement; Kane's leaner but no less powerful physique, the wolf tattoo on his chest seeming to move in the moonlight; and Dax, all coiled strength and barely contained energy, his arousal jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls. "Like what you see?" Dax smirked, catching me staring. "Yes," I admitted shamelessly, my gaze traveling from one magnificent male to another. "You're all so beautiful."

His mom drove us places. Thinking back, I know I wish it was like in the books I read where the man was a man and not a boy. Where he was maybe a little bit domineering, protective, and caring, romantic. A man who took their time to pleasure me. I mean I never even had a man go down on me or use his fingers. It was always strictly dick and their pleasure first and it was either missionary or me riding and I swore all they did was lay there and I did all the work. I haven’t even had sex doggy style. I think I only ever had two orgasms in my life. So far. Because I hope that will change. My personal history is probably why I love smutty books or romance books and movies. I can easily live vica

"I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel." "No contemporary BDSM books, no how-tos, nothing like that?" Sam inquired. "No. That was pretty much it," I replied. "Did your wife have a safe word?" Brianna asked. "Yes. I figured there had to be some way for Julia to opt out of her slavery if the reality wasn't meeting her expectations," I answered. "With the exception of the John Norman Gor novel, all of the romances were by women authors? In none of the reverse harem books, the multiple men were ever upset or jealous at having to share their woman?" Sam asked again.

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As he walked up the steps and out of the water, my breath hitched in my throat. Jesus. He was wearing nothing but a pair of wet, clingy black swim shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. His chest was broad and heavily muscled, glistening with droplets of water that caught the sunlight. A light dusting of dark hair trailed down his sternum, disappearing into the waistband of his shorts. He possessed the kind of mature, rugged physique that only came from years of disciplined strength—not the gym-bro aesthetic of the guys my age, but something raw, commanding, and utterly masculine.

Veronica I didn’t know how God had created a man like my cook. He was almost unfair to look at. Far too attractive to be standing in my kitchen, calmly cooking and serving meals like it was nothing. He was young, probably mid-twenties, all lean muscle and quiet strength beneath his shirt. Handsome in that effortless way that made you look twice without meaning to. And compared to my husband… there was no comparison at all. I was sure even his cock would be even bigger and more irresistible.

I got out of bed and headed downstairs, hoping maybe a warm glass of milk would do it. I tried to be as careful as I could not to wake up Alpha Callum. He was a powerful werewolf with intense powers and powerful muscles. A thought flashed in my mind as I held on to the warm glass of milk. Alpha Callum bending me over the kitchen counter, his hands on my waist as he buried his thick cock inside of me over and over again. His voice deeper and commanding as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I just know he would be better in bed compared to Adam. He would have a bigger dick too.