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“Breed me again. Fill my slutty cunt until it overflows. I want to feel your hot cum flooding my womb while the whole city might be watching.” Mr. Vance slammed in deep with one brutal thrust, bottoming out against her cervix. Sara cried out at the stretch, her pussy still sensitive from the previous rounds. “Fuck, this cunt is so loose and creamy now,” he groaned, starting to pound her hard. The table shook beneath them. Wet, obscene squelching sounds echoed in the large room as his cock churned the cum already inside her. “Listen to that. Your pussy is so full of my seed it’s making filthy noises every time I fuck you. You’re nothing but a walking cum bucket now.”

On her small bed that was big enough for a person, he thought he could spend a lifetime. By the time it was midnight, he found himself with a swollen erection against her back while one of his hands went inside her gown. The girl was sleeping but moaning under his touch. He flipped her to her belly and ground himself against her back in between her hips until he came and marked her skin with his hot cum. He couldn’t believe that even in his sleep, he wanted to plunge so deep inside her, and never come out. “Alyssa…” he murmured her name like reverence.

Even the most important of things. “Though my rut is bad, Lucian’s is the worst.” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror. I stayed quiet. Paralyzed. “He can’t take inhibitors. They never worked. The doctor said they were too weak for supremes. Lucian’s rut cycle lasts longer than others and his toxic pheromones spread far and wide. It’s so repulsive to other alphas. Not like the normal repulsive. Not the odor mine would give out. His seeps into your skin and burns. It’s like it’s ripping your lungs a part. Piece by piece. One whiff can render a normal alpha unconscious. Imagine that scent spreading across two hundred thousand square feet of land.”

he exclaimed with frustration, facepalming himself. "I do not mind them," he shrugged, rubbing the site of the bite marks. Bienley should have been relieved, but he felt otherwise. "However, having blue balls all night is another thing." The guy went on, his keen gaze piercing Bienley. "What?" Bienley, puzzled, inquired with his brow furrowed. "Last night, a drunk Casanova got fancy fiddling with my d*ck. But passed out before I could even find release" he casually explained, like it was the most natural thing to happen.

He faced me by turning his chair around. The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.

This godawful place didn’t deserve her presence, and neither did I. I needed to get the lust out of my system. I was frantic as I worked my cock at the sink, desperately whizzing through memories of other young girls I’d fucked through the years. Grace’s friends, and the first few little flings I’d had with pretty princesses at college. So many memories used to drive me insane, but they were now nothing more than masturbation fodder. They’d all begun to merge into one long stream of debauchery, only there was one vision I couldn’t keep out of them tonight…

I left the sealed research institute to attend my daughter's graduation, only to stumble upon a scene that froze my blood—my husband's nanny humiliating my daughter in front of everyone. She sneered and declared, "Austin Grant rules over Bexley City." I smiled. "Well, I think that's about to change." … What I couldn't understand was how, during all the years I'd been gone, Austin could let something like this happen. How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter?

"Darling, look at the new bag I got! I've been waiting so long to get it!" Myra beamed with excitement as she showed off her new purchase. Excessive wealth had a way of feeding a person's most primal desires. In Myra's case, it led straight to corruption. Over the years, I seldom gave in to indulgence. Only when it was absolutely necessary to keep up appearances did I grit my teeth and use Blake's card. He never understood. To him, it seemed like I was pretending—because in his eyes, someone surrounded by that much wealth had no reason to hold back.

Fuck. He should have shut down his laptop but he was already pulled into the world of pleasure she had on full display for any one who cared to watch. He navigated to one more video and instantly regretted it. It was a video of a gang bang and watching the male actors take turns with her, stretching her out and bending her in every position conceivable by the human mind filled him with a silent rage. What made it worse was the fact that she obviously enjoyed every bit of it, bobbing her head up and down the shaft of one’s cock, having another stretch out and pound her pussy, another pull her nipples and another stand watching all the action while jerking off and releasing his cum all over he