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“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

Chapter 4: The Unveiling Storm Morning light filtered through the penthouse windows, painting the rumpled silk sheets in soft golds that matched the lingering warmth in my body. I lay tangled with Damien, my curves pressed intimately against his hard lines, his arm draped possessively over my waist. The events of the night replayed in my mind like a fever dream—the gallery, the desperate joining, the way he had claimed every inch of me until I felt reborn. My pussy still throbbed deliciously from the repeated invasions, slick with the remnants of our passion. Yet as his fingers began to trace lazy circles over the swell of my hip, stirring fresh desire, a quiet unease settled in my chest.

If only he knew how wrong he was? “Why don't we fix that?” His hand trailed down my stomach, stopping at my pussy. He played with the little pubic hairs that were starting to pop out before cupping my pussy in his hand. I threw my head back as my eyes closed on their own. He slipped two fingers into my pussy, pumping them slowly inside me. “Oh, fuck yes,” I gasped, rocking against his fingers. Images of Xander's body, voice, and tattoos played in my mind, and I shamefully imagined he was the one touching me.

It’s some book with a half naked man’s image on it. Ever since I started working, she has been buying me cheesy CEO romance books. I have to make sure I never tell her about Jessica. Or she will start buying Single Hot Dad novellas. “Bitch,” I mutter and make my way to the bathroom while my cheeks turn pink. She laughs. “This one has nice smut scenes, Riley! I swear to God I won’t complain. Not even if your alarm vibrates.” “How was your hike? I thought you would come back tomorrow,” I ask, to change the topic.

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We both got excited by that and knew we'd both have fun doing it again that night. Over the next few weeks we memorized that magazine and shared the books. Old 70's smut fiction wasn't very good but to innocent teens it was the most exciting thing ever. We'd had a few sleepovers and she'd bring the magazine with her and we'd swap the books back and forth. By this time we'd given up being shy and would openly play with our nipples through our tops as we read and talked about "would you?" situations. I was thrilled doing this with her watching and doing it too. (to this day I love mutual masturbation without touching each other, just watching and being watched and talking about it!) The next w

His hands slid under my hoodie, grabbing my breasts through my bra, squeezing them roughly. “Damian… please… someone will see us…” I gasped, trying to push him away. “Let them,” he smirked, sliding his hands under my bra to pinch my nipples. I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud. My pussy throbbed, my panties drenched with shameful desire. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” he whispered in my ear, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach. “Look how wet you are just from me touching you.”

Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts. That hot Friday night, the apartment’s air conditioning was struggling against the humid heat of the city. Clara sat in the swivel chair of her improvised office, wearing nothing but a tiny black thong that was already completely soaked and an old, oversized rock band t-shirt that barely covered the lower curve of her round ass. Her heavy breasts swung freely under the thin fabric, dark hard nipples brushing

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BOOK 3: CHAPTER 59: Dominion Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. It continues—louder, wilder—the brutality, the obliteration, the devastating, mind-blowing rhythm of his thick, unrelenting dick slamming so deep into her. Again. And again. In that maddeningly perfect angle. Over and over. Until she’s losing her goddamn mind, spiraling beyond control. Good heavens.