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She asked and quickly added, "Wait, wait, let me guess." "Okay?" "Thriller and mystery novels?" She asked, hoping that she got it since that was the genre most guys loved to read. "Or maybe fantasy novels," she added. "None of the above," he said and chuckled. "I read pure romance and romance only." "What the…" Autumn was surprised to hear that. She never imagined that someone like him would love romance novels. "Yup. Romance novels that have slutty scenes." He added. The realization then hit Autumn. It wasn't romance he loved, it was sex and slutty stuff he loved. "Pervert," she muttered, making him chuckle.

I love all different kinds of music, so there’s a little something for everyone. 3. I write all different kinds of books. If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms: a. GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)

The warehouse filled with the filthy sounds of sex, wet slapping, gagging, moaning, and the constant dirty talk from the men. “Such a greedy little whore,” one laughed as he fucked my tits. “Look how she’s clenching around us.” I came endlessly, my body shaking and squirting repeatedly as they rotated through every possible combination. They fucked me doggy style, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and in positions I didn’t even know existed. Elena fucked my ass with her strap-on while three men took turns in my pussy, each one adding another load. Hours blurred together in a haze of cock, cum, and overwhelming pleasure.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

The contrast between her soft, deliberate mouth and the raw, aggressive pounding from James was driving me over the precipice. "So wet," James panted, his breath hitching as he flexed his fingers into the soft flesh of my ass. He shifted his angle slightly, driving even deeper into my core until my hips jerked upward on instinct. "She’s soaking the entire couch. Fuck..." My inner muscles clenched around him involuntarily, a sudden, sharp spasm running through my lower stomach. The sensation was so intense it made my toes curl. I couldn't speak, couldn't form a coherent thought, but my body knew exactly what it wanted. Every flicker of Anna’s tongue, every relentless stroke from James, and th

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

He groaned like the pain stirred him. “I missed this pussy,” he rasped. “Fuck,” I sobbed. “ Jonathan, harder...” He gave it to me. One hand slid under my knee and pushed my leg up toward my chest, opening me wider so he could sink even deeper. The new angle made me see stars. Every thrust dragged across the spot inside me that cancelled the noise in my mind. I could feel the thick ridge of him stretching me on every stroke, the wet filthy sound of my cunt taking him over and over. The air smelled like sex and the faint remaining scent of our perfume.

“Please. I’ve been obsessed with my glass dildo lately. I get it ice-cold from the fridge, lie back, spread my legs wide and slide it in slow. The chill plus the pressure on my g-spot? Lethal. I don’t even touch my clit half the time and I still come screaming. Solo sex is elite. No awkward rhythm, no guessing games…just pure, selfish pleasure.” They both turned to me, grinning expectantly. We were arranging stuff for me and Caleb's usual romantic night. He's finally home from his three day journey to his mom. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, but I smiled anyway, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You two are ridiculous.” “No dodging,” Jasmine sang. “Come on, Lena. When’s the last time y

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

he asked plainly, like he was asking about the weather. My mouth opened. Closed. Heat crawled up my neck. “Wow. We’re jumping right in today, huh?” “Answer the question.” I swallowed. “Yeah. I did.” He nodded. “Why?” “Because I was thinking about what you said.” “Which part?” “That I use sex to disapear.” He tilted his head. “And did it help?” “No,” I admitted. “It made me feel more alone.” “That’s progress.” I rolled my eyes. “It feels like hell.”