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She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

VANESSA’S POV His lips crashed against hers, swallowing her breath as they locked into a deep, bruising kiss. The sight sent a strange, conflicting shockwave through my chest, but I couldn't stop. Even as their mouths fused and their bodies shifted against the plush cushions of the couch, I dropped heavily to my knees on the cold floor, lowering my head toward him. My hands cupped the thick, throbbing base of his erection, and I took him directly into my mouth. The slick, pulsing heat of his dick hit the back of my throat, making my eyes water as I forced myself to establish a steady, relentless rhythm. My wrist ached and my jaw throbbed, but I kept my pace, my entire body burning with a vol

“You working on the novel?” “No, a short story that came to me this morning. My equivalent of a doodle, I guess you’d say.” “You looked pretty intensely into it, but also like you were having fun.” “I was,” Brad said, looking down at the pad and his sloppy handwriting scrawled across the pages. “I felt good, free.” “Maybe this story will grow into another bestseller for you.” “I try not to think in those terms. Dams up the creativity.” When he looked up again, Bias was giving him an appraising look. “You know,” he said, “you don’t act like a rich person.”

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

Good lord! "But sister, I have questioned why you decided to create your own novel. You despise the arts quite a while ago." "Ah, you see, even you said 'quite a while ago.' I have recently taken a liking in writing. Through cultural diffusion, I have been inspired by the foreigner's special taste in books. Now! I will develop one of my own." "Really?" She gasps in shock, "A foreigner's tale? Please tell Ning'er about it!"

Aiden immediately shuddered. I wanted to ask, do you know anything about a well-known fictional story about me?" "Fiction? You mean novels?" "Yeah, something like that!" "Look in the web novel Writers and look for a story called I know you want me." "Ok, thank you." After replying, Leo immediately closed the conversation and ignored the woman who kept texting him. "Writters, she said? So, this is the application that must be downloaded?" He muttered as he downloaded the web novel application that the unknown woman said.

Hi,it's your Author STARRY JOSTY Please I'm done with this story titled "MARRIED TO THE COLD-HEARTED BILLIONAIRE." PLEASE HELP SUPPORT MY NOVEL , THANK YOU. And the book two is titled, "THE COLD HEARTED BILLIONAIRE IS THE FATHER OF MY DAUGHTER." please anticipate,Read , comment,share and also vote for me. I'm glad I've been able to complete this story.