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His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

I know exactly what’s about to happen, but I can’t move, I can’t turn away, can’t close my eyes. Ellie’s face contorts in a way I’ve never seen before. Her mouth opens. Her eyes roll back in her head. Her body shudders. I can hear the muffled moan of sheer, animalistic pleasure that tears out of her throat in a primal howl of passion. Her cry of delight becomes a shrill wail of ecstasy as he grabs her hips and pulls himself forward, filling her in one long, deep, firm stroke. I can’t imagine how stretched her tight pussy must be right now. I didn’t think it was possible for any woman to take a monster cock like this one. She will never feel my cock. Not after this.

This is probably the definition of pathetic. But I don’t care. I press his shirt to my face, breathing in his scent, and slide my hand between my legs. I’m already wet. I’ve been wet since I jumped into his arms this afternoon. The ache between my thighs is almost painful now. I circle my clit with my fingers, slow at first, imagining it’s his hand. Imagining him touching me, those rough callused fingers on my skin. “Damon,” I whisper into his shirt. My fingers move faster. I imagine him here, in my bed, those storm-gray eyes dark with lust. Imagine him spreading my legs and putting his mouth on me. Imagine his tongue…

Even smelled funny. He stared at the mirror across from their bed. For a split second, and then.... he saw movement; two tall, muscular silhouettes standing behind Lila’s sleeping form. Massive, ridged curved cocks hanging heavy between their legs, curved horns, glowing crimson eyes and skin made of shadows. He tried to sit up. He couldn’t move. His body was paralyzed, pinned to the bed by invisible weight. His eyes widened in terror as the shadowy figures leaned over his wife, one of them dragging a clawed finger down her spine. Lila moaned softly in her sleep and pushed her ass back against nothing.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

The cool night air hit my skin like a shock, but it did nothing to dampen the heat radiating from between my legs. I hadn't bothered with a bra or underwear; I had simply slipped into a sheer, silk slip that clung to my curves and left nothing to the imagination. Every step I took felt the slick slide of Richard’s cum leaking from my pussy, a warm, sticky reminder of the audit I’d just endured. The thought of Ethan finding out—or better yet, tasting the evidence of my father's claim—made my clit throb with a renewed, desperate hunger.

“Look at these. Perfect little tits, Olivia. I’ve been thinking about them since you sat on my lap and soaked my jeans.” He switched to the other breast, biting gently, then soothing with his tongue until I was shaking. One of his hands dropped between us, shoving my shorts and panties to the side. Two thick fingers found me—slick, swollen, embarrassing. He groaned like the wetness offended him. “Still this soaked? After all that?” He pushed both fingers inside me in one slow thrust. My head fell back. “Jesus. You’re dripping down my hand.” I braced myself on his shoulders, riding the curl of his fingers. He worked me open with dirty, precise strokes, thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit u

“You won't be the first.” . . . [Hi there, Evermore here. Thanks for reading. Just wanted to let you know that this is a dark erotica MM romance, meaning that across these chapters there'll be gruesome stuff like abuse, stalking, degradation, power play, also murder and a bunch of other stuff. Yeah. So, if these aren't your cup of tea, you can kindly skip this book. Thanks for your time.]

Hello, my daring readers, I trust the previous story still lingers on your skin. As the synopsis teased, this book is packed with the most thrilling, wickedly sensual erotic tales I’ve ever created—raw, intensely steamy stories that don’t hold back, written for one purpose: your deepest, most delicious pleasure. If you crave mature, unfiltered adult erotic romance, then yes… this book is absolutely for you. *********** NEW STORY TITLE: Threesome Therapy (Group Fuck)