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Sasha reached up and played with my nipples, pulling and slapping them lightly while Dominic spanked my ass and pulled my hair. “Take it, you dirty little planner,” Dominic growled. “This is what you wanted. Two cocks wrecking your holes while we call you our cumslut.” “Yes! Harder!” I begged. “Use me. Breed me. Fill me up.” The dirty words kept coming. They called me every filthy name and I loved every second. Sasha sucked hard on my nipples while Dominic fucked my ass deep. The pressure built again until I exploded in the strongest orgasm yet. My whole body shook violently between them as I squirted all over Sasha’s strap-on.

Their striking features became clearer and the shadows receded with each step they took on the stone stairs. Finally, they conceded that they were at the right destination. These hot, extraordinary men and their ravishing lady, Lexi, were the ones whose erotic images and videos had taunted them all. In the agreement they signed, it was stated that they would be having a 24-hour fuck-a-thon CNC sex with them, and they were so excited to begin. Jaxon and Zane Blackwood weren’t completely naked; they wore gray pants and stylish sneakers. “Damn, they’re seriously so freaking hot,” Mike gasped, his heart racing as a wave of excitement washed over him.

He drew in a deep breath, and my face paled instantly. What trap did I fall into? "You still can't keep me here against my will!" I protested, throwing my hands in the air angrily. He inched closer, stealing my breath like he always did. My clitoris twitched painfully, and waves of unexpected pleasure coursed through my veins. Why did I still find this monster attractive? "Against your will? You know this is what you want, sweetheart. I watched you for a long time, I am aware of your dirty fantasies to be used like a whore, chained up and ordered around. I know."

But my mind kept wandering to Gerald. He could be mad all he wanted, but I knew exactly how to fix it. Last time I sent him nudes, he called me like a madman within minutes. When I went over, he fucked me senseless—every hole, every position. No mercy. The memory still made me wet just thinking about it. I excused myself and locked myself in the bathroom. After digging through my hidden folder, I picked the four hottest pictures, typed a naughty caption: {Text me immediately if you like what you see, pappi}

I moaned, biting down on my lip when his fingers slid over my folds—slow, taunting, sinful. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," I whispered, pressing my hips into his touch. "I needed..." "You needed me to make you come," he finished for me, his voice dark and breathless. "You needed to sin again." And I did. God help me—I did. "Be a good girl," he murmured. "And on your knees." My hands trembled slightly as I steadied myself, head bowed, breath uneven. I could hear the faint hum of prayer from the main hall, voices rising in unity, unaware of the blasphemy happening behind the booth.

I’m pretty sure I’ve been explicitly clear that Nate’s body is my preferred drug and my favourite kind of high. His eyes narrow and I clue into what he’s doing right before he says it. “You don’t want to have sex, Ava, you want to get fucked, don’t you?” Good grief, please, no one save me. Let it end like this. “Yes.” “Atta girl.” Nate yanks off his thin white T-shirt with one hand and discards it like a rag. The thing looked fatigued trying to hold in his muscles anyway. The shirt is probably relieved to be a crumpled mess on the floor. Sitting up, Finn presses his back against the headboard as he unbuttons his pants and frees his length. I swear it grows every time I see it. Because every

I dug my nails into the table so hard I felt them break against the shiny surface. The sex was hot and rough, dirty and sweaty. Beads of his perspiration fell from his temples and forehead to land on my belly, breasts, and neck. And when he reached out and started rubbing those droplets into my skin, branding me in a primal way, I begged for more like a whore. He tunneled his cock in and out of me. The air sawed in and out of him as he breathed out his nose. Damien looked so vicious right now, primal in his need for me.

“But we both know what a desperate slut you are.” She came anyway, hard, shamefully, and squirting around the dildo, piss mixing with her juices, running down her thighs onto the floor. Damon laughed and kept going, forcing her straight into another orgasm before the first even ended. Over and over. The bench creaked under her thrashing. Her voice went hoarse from screaming. The plug in her ass shifted with every convulsion, pressing against the dildo through her thin wall. She lost count after the fourth orgasm. Everything mixed into pain and unwanted pleasure.

“My best friend’s little slut taking load after load all weekend. Gonna fill you one more time before we head back so you remember who owns this hole.” His strokes turned brutal, skin slapping loud against my ass. I reached down, stroking myself fast and matching his rhythm while he railed me. Pleasure built fast, twisting tight in my gut until I came hard, shooting across the sheets as my hole clamped down on him like a vice. Ethan cursed and slammed in to the hilt, unloading another thick flood of cum deep in my guts. He kept grinding through it, milking every drop before finally pulling out and watching his seed leak from my wrecked entrance with dark satisfaction.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.