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Chapter Seven Micah’s POV “Fuck you, Elio,” I muttered under my breath, even as my hand curled around my cock. I was so hard it hurt. Every stroke sent a sharp pulse through me, but it wasn’t just need—it was anger. Shame. Lust. All of it knotted tight inside my gut. And still, I couldn’t stop. He told me to do this. Told me to touch myself like a good little plaything. And fuck, I hated that it turned me on. I hated how my skin burned where his eyes had been. How my body ached for the approval I never fucking asked for.

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He finished inside her, groaning quietly as his cum flooded her again. Elena became addicted to the danger and the pleasure. Every Thursday she grew wetter just walking into the library. She started touching herself lightly in class while looking at Roman. Her pussy stayed constantly sensitive. She loved the way her ass stung after his spankings. She loved feeling his cum leak out of her for hours afterward.

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Instead I got sin. The living room lamp cast a warm amber glow over the leather sectional. Miles was sprawled across it like he’d been poured there, shirt rucked up to his collarbones, jeans and briefs shoved down to one ankle, the other leg hooked wide over the edge of the coffee table. His cock—pretty, flushed dark, glistening—stood rigid against his flat stomach, a thick bead of pre-cum sliding down the shaft. One hand was wrapped around the base, stroking slow, deliberate pulls. The other hand… fuck. Two fingers buried to the third knuckle in his own ass, pumping in and out with wet, obscene sounds. He hadn’t noticed me yet.

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I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c

Then he slid two fingers deep inside. "Ahhhh-shit! Yes!" I moaned, gripping the edge of the chair. He fingered me so deep, and all the while, his mouth never left my pussy. "Grey, I'm gonna cum again-" "Do it," tongue working fast. "Cum all over my face, baby." And I did.

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Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.