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I tighten my grip on his hand which elicits a sigh from him. “It was me.” “What was?” “Their fight happened because he found some risque text messages that we had exchanged. And shortly after their breakup, Em and I started this weird dating but not-dating thing. Kind of like, we were just a few steps from dating but we never reached that point. I think the word she used for it was a situationship.” He looks over at me, and his mouth curls into a frown upon seeing my mouth stuck in a gape, “Did that ruin all the good things that you think about me?”

BEST FRIENDS BECOME LOVERS PT 5 Ronan’s apartment door closed behind them Friday evening and stayed locked until Monday. Bags sat unopened by the wall. Emery barely had time to set his keys down before Ronan pushed him against the kitchen counter and kissed him hard. The first round happened right there. Jeans shoved down, lube from the drawer, Ronan sinking into him from behind while Emery braced on the cold granite. Ronan fucked him in steady, deep strokes, one hand in his hair, talking the whole time about filling him and keeping him full for the entire weekend. Emery came first, untouched, spilling onto the cabinet door. Ronan followed soon after, grinding deep and staying there until ev

He must be feeling the same because his hands knead harder, his kisses get more feverish, and I can feel his hardness start to poke against my ass. First Guy captures my lips in his again, threading his fingers in my hair. His kiss is heated and urgent, turning me on faster than anyone has ever done. I’m the only one naked while both are still dressed. I can feel my wetness increasing, and my body starts aching for some relief. The air gets hotter, and I can feel his cock poking my lower belly. I’m sandwiched between cocks, and the thought alone makes me almost come.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, tender and sensitive, but the moment the thick head of his cock pressed against me, the ache turned into something hotter.

She walked right up to the bed, teasing my jaw with the tip of a leather crop before leaning down to stroke Jake's back. "Such an obedient little toy," she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest. Without another word, she unbuttoned her lace robe, stepping over my hips and guiding my hard cock straight into her wet core in one smooth drop. "Ahhh, fuck," she groaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she sank all the way down. The heat was overwhelming. She rode me with relentless power, her hips slamming against mine while she held a small vibrating bullet right against my tip. Behind me, Jake grabbed the dildo and drove it back into my hole with ruthless force.

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

She could feel her spanked bottom rubbing as she bounced and ground against his lap. Dave leaned forward, pulling one nipple into his mouth and teasing it, licking the water droplets off her skin. They embraced, making slow, sensual love. Eventually, they both found their climaxes, unhurried and deeply satisfying. Afterward, they climbed out of the hot tub and went to bed, falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms almost immediately. Erica woke first on Christmas morning. She stretched her stiff muscles, a giant smile spreading across her face as she remembered the night before. She couldn’t believe how things had turned out.

"I want... to be owned by you... as I have owned you. I want to feel the poison... of your skin... until there is nothing left of the Moretti name. Just... us." He grabbed her waist, his fingers bruising her skin, his strength a flickering, dying candle that refused to go out. He pulled her down, his mouth crashing against hers. The kiss tasted of salt, fever, and a desperate, terminal hunger. This was the "Explicit Erotic Romance" at its most visceral—a union occurring at the edge of the abyss.

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