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Two different rhythms, two different voices Richard’s cruel dominance, Niall’s needy love colliding inside her. When she moaned too loudly, Richard yanked her hair, pulling her head back. “You’re not just your husband’s little wife anymore, Lara. You’re mine tonight.” Niall kissed her messy lips, eyes dark. “No… she’s ours.” They flipped her over, spreading her wide. Richard hooked her legs over his shoulders, pounding into her with brutal force. Niall leaned over her chest, sucking her big breasts, groaning into her skin. Her cries filled the red room.

Risky heat. Day blurred normal—yard work for him, girls studying in their room. But texts flew: Sophia: "Miss your cock inside me." Isabella: "Breed us again soon." He edged in the bathroom, stroking to their pics they'd snuck—pussies spread, cum leaking from yesterday. Pre-cum dripped, but denied. Lunch was sandwiches, Elena watching close. "You girls glowing. What'd you do?" Isabella shrugged. "Just relaxed." Suspicion brewed.

Chapter 2: Rules & Ruin (Word count: 2000) Morning light woke them. Adele kissed Nora awake—slow, deep. Then rolled on top, straddled her hips. “Look at me.” Nora did. Adele took Nora’s wrists, pinned them above her head. “I’m going to fuck you now,” she said. “Hard. And you’re going to come when I tell you. Understand?” Nora nodded—eyes wide, trusting.

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.

The best part of my day is refreshing GoodNovel and D****e and reading all the comments, especially because it allows me to interact with you guys. That being said. Writing this story was so gratifying, brought me so much joy, that I’m also not ready to leave that behind. So I am thrilled to announce my new story, “SUBMISSION 101,” a Professor/Student romance which dropped on November 26th on GoodNovel and D****e. It has about 10 times more smut than this book tho, so reader's discretion is strongly advised! Once again, thank you for reading, commenting, gifting and leaving gems!

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

Ryan says, crooking his finger towards her. She moves towards the end of the bed and stands between his feet. His finger loops around the tight strip of her dress, loosening its grip on her shoulder. The silky red fabric falls to the floor in a whisper of silk, leaving her wearing nothing but her nakedness and the moonlight filtering through the windows. Corvina moves in closer to his bare chest. She can feel his cock growing bigger against her hips as she places soft kisses from one of his nipples to another. His skin tastes clean and masculine, with a hint of his expensive cologne.

AUTHOR'S NOTE : The upcoming chapters of this novel will include R-18 scenes if you're uncomfortable please do skip .You have been warned . PS : I'M SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE TEE -HEE ♡ "Are you sure this is gonna work?" said Chelsea breathlessly as one of the inn maids helped her in tightening her corset .

She dropped to all fours, back curved. A growl came from her throat . No words, just harsh animal sound. I could feel it too. My growl built up within me. I ripped my shirt off hastily. Cold air struck my nipples, causing them to stiffen. I kicked my boots off and pulled my jeans down. My cock burst out, rigid, veiny . Pre-cum dripped away. I dropped down to all fours like she did. We crept around one another slowly. Like wolves checking each other out .

Sophie looks behind her at the closed door, the says, “So since we slept together the night of the fight, I'm over Dom.” “Called it,” says Rachel. “Your obsessions never last.” “But now Raven is kinda growing on me.” I snicker. “Raven is perfect for you. A girl every weekend, he won’t get attached.” “If we're calling dibs, you know, for the weekend, my choice is Fleming. I wouldn't mind a Fleming/Phantom sandwich,” says Rachel. “William doesn't always participate in sex when Fleming has a girl. He needs to have feelings for someone in order to have sex with them,” Enid says, in the most clinical way possible.