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THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

“I’m writing p**n.” Well, strictly speaking, it was romance, but I wasn’t deluding myself. The way his hands had gripped my hips, the raspy laugh pressed to my ear, the catastrophic clatter of my lamp when we’d been too close to stop. The way his mouth had tasted, sharp and metallic. The memory of every detail branded into my skin was now seared onto the page. The cat shifter of my fiction was basically Ace with his snarky growls and all.

My fingers could feel his pre-cum that I used to lubricate my stroking. “You’re making me lose my patience, baby. For surely you would regret seducing me.” He had taken out my shorts and underwear and in a swift move, he entered me with so much force, causing us to both moan from the pleasure it gave us. He started moving his hips and sometimes, I would meet him halfway. His fingers had done magic by pinching my clit as his cock filled my hole. I continued to moan and beg while he gave and did what I asked him to.

Uea bit his lower lip, trying his best to endure the slight pain that came with being invaded. Uea, being a pitiful virgin despite being a smut writer, had strived to give himself the best experience through the MC of his book. The MC had a naturally sensitive body that didn't need lubricant, and this was especially true in worlds where the MC could give birth. Ryan moved slowly. His veins bulged, seemingly trying his best to lessen Uea's pain as much as possible. But Uea was getting frustrated. It wasn't even as painful as he'd thought it would be.

I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me. I wanted to break that innocence. I wanted to hear her scream out my name in pleasure while I pounded her from behind as her huge tits bounced from the impact. I have envisioned this fantasy so hard that thinking about it made my dick twitch in my pants painfully. I fantasized about how warm her tight cunt would feel when I was balls deep inside her. How it would feel like when I fucked her mouth while those innocent brown orbs looked up to me like I was her salvation. And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance.

John squeaked, “My… prick… is so small—” “Tiny. Use tiny” Anna waved her hand in the air tiredly. “My prick is so tiny, no condom ever fits it” John said, “Even when I'm erect, it's never enough to hold a condom. My ex used to suck it like it were an actual baby pacifier” “My prick is so minute, my girlfriend strokes me with three fingers only. She said she's still with me out of pity” Connor admitted shyly and some of the other guys chuckled.

I snap. “Anyone else?” “No, sir.” The two men exchange looks. Thirst Trap nods. “Good girl. You get another reward.” A sigh of relief escapes me as Thirst Trap resumes his position behind me and continues getting me off with his hand. His skin against mine makes the experience so much better. Within no time, the pressure builds again, even stronger this time, and my inner muscles start to tighten. My legs start to shake, and First Guy tightens his hand around my throat, making me feel like I’m floating. Rhythmic contractions of my core muscles follow as I hit an explosive climax.

“Really push that ass back for me.” I moan softly before I can stop myself. My pussy clenches hard, soaking the crotch of my shorts. Sophia is spotting me on the bench press. Every time I push the bar up, her hands “accidentally” brush the underside of my breasts, thumbs grazing my hard nipples through the thin fabric. “You’re doing so well, baby,” she purrs, smiling like an angel while her fingers linger. “Your body is so responsive.” I’m dripping. My grey shorts have a dark wet spot growing between my thighs. I can smell my own arousal. Every squat makes my swollen clit rub against the soaked fabric. I’m fighting the urge to grind against Ryan’s cock like a bitch in heat.

She stopped because she had run out of breath and pride simultaneously. Her face was on fire. Her knees were aching. Her core was clenching desperately around nothing and she was kneeling naked on the floor of a BDSM club begging a stranger to fuck her with actual tears of desperation threatening to spill from her eyes and she had never in her life felt more humiliated. She had also never in her life felt more turned on. He looked down at her for a long still moment. Then the corner of his mouth curved. He leaned forward, bringing his face closer to hers, his eyes dropping to her lips and then back up to her eyes.

I cried out, hands fisting the sheets as he bobbed his head, tongue swirling around me. “Fuck, your mouth...Ryan...slow down...” I begged, hips bucking up. He held my thighs open wider, taking me deeper until his nose pressed against my stomach. He pulled off with a wet pop. “Taste so good. But I want more.” Two thick fingers pressed against my hole without warning. He pushed one inside, rough and insistent. “Too dry...fuck, it burns,” I hissed, clenching around the intrusion. “You’ll take it.” He worked the finger deeper, curling it until he found that spot. My cock jumped and I moaned loud. “There it is. Your prostate loves this, doesn’t it, little brother?”