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Even when he grins and winks at me after saying it, it still has the same effect on me. “Jesus, you’re getting her all wet, she’s dripping all over me!” Jory spreads my legs to show the others, and I redden, hiding my face in his chest. “Well, she did say that she loves being treated this way. Now, I actually believe that our girl has a kink fetish. She is a true sub.” Knox states, “But, we really need to talk about this before the two of you go and abuse her poor holes for the rest of the night.” He chuckles.

I also can't tell if the Princess putting him through the ringer right now, grew into my tastes, or if it was subconscious desire on my part. A hidden kink I blocked off from my mind, until Georgianna came of age. Nico gets off on kink for the sake of kink. If it's deviant, debaucherous, or otherwise taboo; he has to try it at least once. The only line he ever drew for himself in that respect was me, thank gods. When it comes to my twin, he likes getting away with shit. With me..... I like having the prize that no one else can. That no one else suspects.

When he finished, I blinked. “So… your kink is… jerking off in front of ladies?” I asked hesitantly. He chuckled softly, a little embarrassed but still honest. “Well, you’re quite correct. It’s actually jerking off in front of someone I really like… and then releasing on their face. It’s my weird, simple kink.” My eyes widened slightly, but I found myself nodding. Strangely, hearing him say it so openly didn’t disgust me. If anything, it made my stomach flutter with nervous curiosity.

Maybe I could've milked it, but the shock of satisfaction and sheer, bone-tingling arousal that zapped through me was enough to have me up on my knees, fumbling for the lube. “Yeah, just a second, let me get ready,” I gasped, and was immediately dragged down into a bruising kiss, his clawed hands around my ribs — with the claws kept away from my skin, except for the lightest prickling pressure. I kissed him back, tongues dancing, those little points of danger along my sides only driving me higher. Pain wasn't my kink, and if he'd dug them in I'd have screamed and kicked and probably taken him apart with magic. But his restraint, the careful way he was making sure not to hurt me even while he

I was completely lost in Benjamin's skillful lips and honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. Tucking my panties to the side, he gave me one last torrid smooch before littering kisses from my neck to the hilt of my breasts. “Have you ever had a finger inside of you?” He asked between kisses. “No,” I muttered against his lips. “Such a good girl for me,” He gruffed, and I nearly came untouched. It was then I realized that I most definitely had a praise kink. As I felt him touch my most womanly part, I quivered with erotic mirth, my moans suppressed by his dexterous lips against mine.

It felt like I was drowning. I looked back up at one particular painting. They were kneeling , him behind her. The male had one hand on her stomach, the other at her neck. One of her hands was squeezing his thigh and the other was holding the wrist of the hand at his throat. Dominance. I smiled at it. " Do you like that one ? " Adrian asked me. I nodded my head. " One of my kinks is power play , it reminds me of that, " I confessed. His arms snaked around my body. His lips on my neck. " Now that is an interesting fact I like about you , but first we get some sleep, " he says, kissing my neck more.

I watched the tension ease and felt my own chest settle. Adrian moved to soft limits — public play with discretion, heavier degradation, watersports — all marked as negotiable only after clear discussion. Then he reached the kink lists. “These are the activities both of you said you wanted. Impact play, biting, marking, hair pulling, light choking, edging, orgasm control, prostate play, praise and degradation, bondage, anal training, sensory play, ownership rituals, breeding kink, cum play. On your side specifically: receiving pain, being manhandled, forced fullness, the stretch of his cock plus fingers, the desire to work up to something larger, water inflation, gaping with toys. Everything

It hit the hard floor with a thud, but we ignored it. Mark’s lips started a line of warm kisses from my knee towards my most sensitive place, and I just watched him impatiently. He stopped and gently spread my legs to stand between them. “Do you want my next kiss to be...here?” He teased me, sliding his pointer finger from my knee and down to my core. I gasped with closing my eyes when he reached my clit and made just one circle around it. Just then, my phone started ringing, stealing Mark’s attention.

As much as he appreciated how fucking hot and sexy his fiancée was, and for him to be the envy of every guy in Levi's party, he just can't have random pervs staring and gawking at K's generous pairs of tits - and then there's her perfect little butt. Jesse used to be a tits kind of guy, but K's behind definitely changed his preference. Fuck it, he's a tit and ass man all thanks to Kristen Noelle's boob and booty wonderland. And if he was successfully converted, he could only imagine what it could do to other guys. Their eyes would be feasting on her. Hell to the fucking NO. "Tell me you're not serious, you can't go out like that." He scoffed, his hands on his waist.

I said “Even if you become busy after you take over your businesses, we can meet and spend time like this. There’s no need to think like we won’t see each other after you achieve whatever you are struggling with.” He remained silent. “By the way, what does your family do? Though we are becoming close, I still feel we are distant.” “So, you want to know about me?” he asked, to which I nodded my head in reply. “If you want my information, you should also give me something. Give it and get the information.” “What?” I narrowed my eyebrows. He came so closer to me that made me bend a little back. The look that could easily scare anyone was back on his face and he put his palm beside me making a t