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“I love your cocks more than I should. Please—fuck me harder. Use me.” Damian made a broken sound from the corner, but they ignored him. The rotations got filthier. They started switching holes more aggressively—pussy to ass to mouth without pause. Lube made everything slippery and obscene. I lost track of who was where. All I knew was constant fullness, constant pleasure, constant dirty words whispered against my skin. “Such a perfect little breeding hole.” “Gonna fill every part of you until you’re leaking for days.” “Bet you never thought you’d be airtight on your wedding night, did you, Mrs. Romanov?”

Do I need to tell him that I have not had another boy or man touch me, and he is the only man I have ever had? "Like a depravity. Fuck, Moh, do you have any idea how long I have wanted to break you open like this?" Then, he began to move. He didn't start slow. He withdrew until he was almost out, the friction of the withdrawal making me whimper, before slamming back into me with a rhythmic, brutal force. The bookshelf groaned behind us, the wood creaking with every thrust. I was a puppet in his hands, my body jolting with the impact of his weight.

By the time he came the second time, I was a mess, begging, crying out, completely lost in him. We went three rounds that night. Each one rougher, each one with more filthy words spilling from his mouth. "You're going to wake up every morning with my cum inside you," he promised as he finally untied me, pulling me against his chest. "My perfect little office whore." I passed out exhausted, body aching, ass sore and full of him. ~~~~ Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to the feeling of being stretched open again. Damien was on top of me, cock already buried deep inside my hole, thrusting slow and steady.

I gripped her hips and fucked her in a steady rhythm, watching the way her body took the thick cock, the way her back arched when I angled just right. “That’s it,” I murmured. “Take it.” I picked up the pace, still controlled but harder, the harness slapping against her skin. Each thrust dragged a louder cry out of her. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight circles while I drove into her. Her thighs started to shake. .. .. Author's POV The meanwhile, outside the closed door of Sophia and Mary’s room, a small cluster of nuns had gathered in the dim hallway. The thick stone walls couldn’t fully muffle the sounds coming from inside...they listen to each moan

“Ahh…! Fuck…! Mmmh…! It’s… it’s so deep…! Oh god… ungh…!” Damien reached around and wrapped a hand around Elias’s leaking cock, stroking him roughly in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation made Elias’s voice crack completely. “F-fuck…! Ahh…! I’m… I’m gonna… mmmh…! Damien… please…!” His moans turned into broken, blabbering sounds as Damien pounded into him without mercy. “Unngh…! Ah… ah…! It feels… it feels too good…! Fuck…! Mmmh…! I can’t… I can’t… ahh…!”

She gasped, her body jerking. “You drive me insane,” he growled against her ear, delivering another slap that made her moan despite herself. “I’ll never let you forget who makes you feel like this.” Her breaths were ragged, torn between anger and pleasure. “Damien…” she whimpered. His hand slid between her thighs, stroking slowly, deliberately. “So wet already,” he murmured with a wicked edge. “Your body betrays you every damn time.” She writhed beneath his touch, the table creaking under her weight. Each stroke sent shivers up her spine, her moans muffled against the wooden surface. He spanked her again, harder, the sting blooming into heat that only made her wetter.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.