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He thought to himself as he grabbed the duvet, pulling it up to cover her exposed legs. He attempted to stand up but he was held back. He turned back to look at her. He had never come this close with her except tonight when he had stolen a kiss from her, He smiled sheepishly all through his drive home, he had finally summoned courage to taste from her inviting lips which screamed his name anytime he stood near her. He took her head which laid on the pillow and placed them on his laps running his hands through her hair feeling the soft long red hair. A deep stare into her eyes made him lost in the moment, he saw Anita, yes Anita the woman that made butterflies sing in his stomach anytime she

Louder moans threatened to escape from my lips while I tried desperately to hold them in. “So wet…so hot…” EROS murmured before he chuckled at my reactions. His fingers pulled the crotch of my panties swiftly to the side before his fingers delved into my wetness. I cried out his name before biting down hard on my lower lip. The pleasure from his fingers stroking up and down the wet slit in between my legs made my legs feel weak as I panted. Lust flooded my mind and my body as I yearned for him and the pleasure that I knew he could give me.

He winks and I roll my eyes. "Go have your bath.... and come have breakfast." "Don't you wanna shower with me...." he says coming over to where I was and nuzzling my neck. I breathe in and quickly move away from him. He's really a badass at flirting. "Stop flirting." I say as I poke his chest slightly He chuckles and walk out of the room to the ensuite bathroom. I sit on the couch as I picked my phone. There was a text from Stacy. *HEY LES, ARRIVED ALREADY HUH?. I HOPE YOU HAVEN'T DEVOURED HIM JUST YET. DON'T FORGET THERE'S C O N DOMS, MAKE SURE TO MAKE GOOD USE OF IT, NOT READY TO BE AN AUNT YET.

I can taste his arousal, his demented lust for me, and it electrifies me in return. I find myself gripping his hair and arching my hips up to meet him, rubbing my wet pussy against his demanding cock. A strangled moan rips from Luciano's throat and heat seeps into my lower stomach, intoxicating and wild. He stares at my mouth, eyes glazed with satisfaction when he sees how swollen and red my lips are. “See how divine you look… while sinning,” he proclaims. He bends his head and claims my mouth once more while his hands slide down to my waist and he lifts me.

It was a perfect complement to the Hand of Arousal, ensuring that any woman I touched would be putty in my hands. Just as I was about to check out, a sudden pop-up ad caught my attention. It was an advertisement for an ability called "Lust Demon." The description was enticing: "Make any woman surrender to you completely if you ejaculate inside her. This ability ignores all previous rules. Whether the woman has a weak or strong will, she will be yours after just one encounter."

Then he pressed his hips forward, making his hard, thick cock rub exactly against her hot, soaked center through their clothes. He began to move slowly, a torturous back-and-forth, grinding against her swollen clit with cruel precision. The friction of the fabric against her sensitive flesh was maddening. Larissa moaned loudly, desperate. Her hips began moving on instinct, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of him. Lucian pulled his face back to look into her eyes while continuing the slow, torturous movement. His voice came out hoarse, laden with lust and dominance: “That’s the sound I like to hear from you. Completely surrendered…” He pressed harder, rolling his hips so the thick h

I growl, and he pushes me against the wall, his hand going up my short shirt, cupping my pussy, his face reddening. “Yes. I am fucking jealous. I don’t like the way he looks at you. I hate how every one of those assholes got to see you like this. Seeing what’s mine,” He growls, possessive in his voice. “I am not yours, Lucius. Never was!” “Your body says otherwise” he smirks, his fingers sliding between my wet core and immediately his warm fingers circle my clit, and my core throbs. “I can smell your arousal, Kat,” he whispers, brushing his nose against mine. “So fucking wet for me”

In a slow-motion Simone undid her leather jacket giving him ever so seductive looks that he found utterly disgusting yet somewhere, the man inside was getting excited of just how much she was willing to go for him. His wife never did a thing as she was supposed to do but he was satisfied because he was in love with her but other than what people in love do, he had no idea what people in lust do. If the attraction that Simone felt for him was anything close to lust instead of admiration, then he supposed this is what those people feeling an overwhelming sense of lust do. Although, the name to call it as infatuation offering a body for the sake of pleasure isn’t just attraction or infatuation.

“By the way, I was just curious to know who the pretty chick from yesterday was?” “Who?” I asked, pretending not to know that he was speaking of Ella. “The fact that you spent that much time with her in your office had me wondering if she was the next target…” he chuckled mischievously, as he said those words. “Alright… that's enough. She's an artist, and she came to talk business.” I disliked it when Lucas spoke of struggle with my sexual addiction in that way. “There's nothing more to it. We'll talk when I get to the office.”

No, I need it, crave it. He stands back, watching me. Lust takes over in his eyes, the anger not there, but he is still domineering, in control. “Strip.” The command is so feral that it makes me wet. Just a look from this man is enough to make me want to turn into an animal, but with Jackson, everything seems possible somehow. My gaze never leaves his face as I grab the hem of the soft cotton shirt and lift it over my head. An audible groan escapes Jackson as he palms his dick through his pants. “Fuck.”