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The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

I was so wet, so soaking wet down there. As my fingers glided all over my pussy, I could hear the erotic noise my pussy lips made as I rubbed them together; as they came in contact, the squelching sounds of my pussy lips sounded so fucking sexy, the feeling was intense, it felt so good, the sensation was too much, it was mind-blowing.

My heart started to pound, a frantic, panicked drum against my ribs, a rhythm of pure terror. I scrolled up. And up. And up. It was a novel of betrayal. A fucking epic poem of what a goddamn idiot I’d been. There were pictures of her—some bottle-blonde with too much makeup and a pair of fake tits that looked like they could poke someone’s eye out. She was always pouting, always posing, always trying to look sexy and just looking cheap. There were pictures of his dick, hard and glistening, a sad, pathetic-looking thing I’d somehow convinced myself was adequate. There were detailed descriptions of what they wanted to do to each other, what they had done to each other. In our bed while I was at

Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in. “Hey, Maddie! Back for another round already?!” A buff, naked stud with a thick, veiny monster cock that had plowed her senseless more times than she could count walked over, his cock swinging amid the haze of smoke and moans. Maddie smirked, eyeing his meat. “You know I can’t stay away.” Fernand squinted at her, smirking. “Girl, are you ever satisfied?” Maddison tilted her head with a smile. “You know the answer’s hell no. Don’t act like my two holes don’t scream it loud and clear. Right now, I want ’em both stuffed to the brim.”

Lira speaks. My eyes flutter between opening and closing as I try to stay conscious. “You’re incredible, baby. So responsive… so fucking delicious.” She slides down my body, kissing every inch—my cum-smeared lips, my throat, sucking marks onto my tits until I’m arching and whimpering. My body tingles, wanting more of her touch. This is unarguably the most alive I’ve been. And for a moment, I am glad that the book I’d found wasn’t some motivational book on how I needed to find my inner voice before I could find my outer one.

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

CRAVING DEMIEN'S COCK 2 He growled against her, the sound vibrating through her. He slid two thick fingers into her cunt and started pumping them fast while his tongue flicked rapidly over her swollen clit. Her juices glistened on his chin and lips. She was soaking wet — I could see it shining under the moonlight every time he pulled back to breathe. Miss Lena’s thighs started shaking. She moaned louder, trying to muffle herself as she came hard on his tongue, hips bucking wildly against his face. Demien didn’t stop. He kept licking and fingering her through her orgasm until she was a trembling, whimpering mess.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

"Last night I imagined her again, those small tits perfect in my hand, and that tight little hole that has never been properly fucked. I would edge her for hours, make her drip down her thighs while she reads my dirty words back to me in that soft, shaky voice of hers. Then I'll bend her over and fuck her raw until she screams that she only belongs to me, filling her deep with load after load so she cannot forget who bred her." My clit throbbed so hard that I had to shift in my chair, pressing my legs tighter together to ease the ache, but it only made me wetter. I could feel my panties getting damp the longer I read this raw fantasy about breaking in a girl who sounded exactly like me. My p

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune. KINKS: Hand jobs for horns, Double cocks, Hand job for double cocks, Blow job, Vibrating Balls, Praise Kink, 4 in one Dom (Gentle, Firm, Strict and Service Dom), 2 in one Sub (Willing and Bratty Sub), Dirty Talk, Oral sex, Teasing and Edging, Rough sex, Firm Dominance, Multiple Orgasms, Hair pulling, Orgasm control, Choking, Biting and Marking, Clawing, Double Penetration, Service with Tail, Tail play. KIRA'S POV