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It’s the only unorganized thing in the room, tossed carelessly near the edge as if he had thrown it down in a hurry. My fingers tremble as I reach for it. Part of me is terrified of what I’ll find, graphic, bloody mafia images of bodies left in alleys. I brace myself, unthreading the string tie, and slide the stack of glossy papers into the light. My breath hitches. “Michelle,” I gasp, my vision blurring in shock.

Her own hand was between her legs, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles over her pussy. Mira’s own hand drifted down, pressing against the damp fabric of her running shorts. She was soaked. The sight, the sounds, the raw, unfiltered sex of it all hit her like a physical blow. Her clit, a small, sensitive nub beneath her hood, throbbed in time with the pounding rhythm from the clearing. She leaned against a tree, her legs feeling weak.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

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Our bodies frenzied, twisting to satisfy each other, faster and faster as our bodies tightened in anticipation of the explosion. “Ohhh…. Yes…. Fuck…. Yes….” Margot grunted as she drove her clit into mine, pushing for her body to cum. “Fuck that clit, baby. Harder! Grind that clit harder!” I was panting as my clit finally reached its goal and my body exploded in a raft of spasms and tingles. Margot came too, her cunt squirting that delicious nectar of fluid all over my pussy, dribbling down and soaking the quilt. We slowed our clits rubbing together, moving gently whilst our racing hearts calmed, relishing in the euphoria as we came down from the cloud nine.

My walls pulsed and squeezed him tight as waves of pleasure crashed through me. “Look at that,” Matthew laughed darkly, still thrusting through my orgasm. “You love it, don’t you? Cheating on your husband with this big black cock and cumming like a slut.” He pinched my nipples hard, twisting them between his fingers while he kept pounding me. The sharp pain sent fresh sparks straight to my clit. He leaned down and spit right on my pussy, making everything even wetter and messier. Then his rough thumb found my swollen clit and started rubbing it in fast, dirty circles.

My nipples were still hard, and with the tiny outfit I was wearing, I looked even more sexy. "Really." I let go of Daniel's hand and looked at him. What would he do now? Would he step away from me, or would he take what I was offering. Gently, he squeezed my breast, running his thumb over my nipple in a motion that was way too quick for me. My eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, and I moaned slightly. "Mia..." Daniel's voice was suddenly rough and husky. I opened my eyes and stared at him. "This isn't a good idea," he breathed.

“Your perfect pussy's still pumping me out.” He lowered himself before either of us could think. The first broad stroke of his tongue dragged from the bottom of my slit all the way up, scooping the thick mess he had left inside me. I gasped, hips jerking. He did it again, slower, gathering another mouthful of his own cum mixed with my slick, then spat it back onto my clit and rubbed it in with his tongue. The wet, filthy sounds of him cleaning and re-wetting me filled the air. My legs trembled in the air on either side of his head. It was too much, too intimate, too dirty, but I didn’t stop him. This might be the only chance we ever got.

she giggled. "Yeah, we probably should," I chuckled. We left the changing room and walked hand-in-hand back to the counter. The woman behind the counter looked at us strangely and I was sure she had heard us fucking. We paid for the lingerie set and left the shop without saying a word. "You know what would have been fun?" Veronica said as we continued through the mall. "What?" I asked. "If the girl at the counter had joined us. She was hot," Veronica giggled. My mind was racing. My mother-in-law had just swallowed a mouthful of my cum, and now she was fantasizing about threesomes with me and a stranger. How far could this go?