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VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TWO RAINAL "F**k"Red my favorite bitch screamed as I ravaged her mouth my demonic kisses which made her tremble to the core. Her tremendous heartbeat went wild against my chest. My cock twitched when she nibbled onto my lips. A playful grin appeared on my lips as I took her breasts into my hands. Her nipples were hard just like my cock. I scoffed against the thought of Red having a threesome with another man.

Fingers gripped leather tight, knuckles white, as flashes replayed: his scar-twisted smirk, the metallic clink of his chain against her back mid-thrust, the way her body betrayed her good-girl vows with shameless gushes. Driving home, stoplights blurring red-green, she couldn't resist skirt hiked, fingers dipping into the mess, scooping Rico's seed for a taste on her tongue. Salty-bitter, mixed with her tang, it fueled a fresh throb, clit circling lazily under thumb while merging onto highway. Cars whipped past oblivious, the risk spiking her pulse; one glance down from a semi, and her secret spilled. She came quick and dirty at seventy miles per hour, thighs quaking, juices soaking seat lea

The rhythm we found was chaos—me licking her, Devyn pounding into me, her legs shaking, my thighs soaked, his grip bruising. We were a mess. Sweat dripping onto skin. Bodies moving in sync. The air filled with moans and wet heat and slap slap slap. She came first. Juno’s back arched, and she screamed my name, thighs locking around my head, body trembling with each wave of orgasm. I didn’t stop. I licked her through it, fucked her with my fingers until she was sobbing into the sheets, twitching under me. Then it was my turn. ---

“Sir, you need to read sometimes. Calm your nerves, relax your thoughts. There’s a great app—GoodNovel.” I found it on the app store and downloaded it in seconds. The interface popped up and right there under the NEW tab was something that stopped me in my tracks: Bound By His Rules: MM Short Erotica Compilation. There was no hesitation from me. I clicked it immediately. The first chapter was like a slap to my already overloaded senses. Professor Richard—cold, confident, dominant. Student Gregory—shy, brilliant, bending under power like he was made to submit. I couldn’t stop reading.

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

Her cognac-dyed eyes widened and her lips were parted from the sequel, unable to close again. What is this? Remy you rascal, what the fuck have you been reading? The first title that jumped up was that of a bright red-covered book with the words "Conversation Casanova" written over it in capitals. And that was the most decent title... or book. The other ones had titles that shall not be said with contents that shall not be mentioned. Is this... this is how he got Jasmine? No way. These... W*****d books were better than these. Ryder couldn't look away from the books on her laptop's screen, her lips twitching, reconsidering some decisions she had taken lately.

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? About your married professor using your tight little cunt in his office.” “Yes, Sir,” I whispered, ashamed of how true it was. He pushed two fingers inside me without warning. I gasped, rising onto my toes. He was thicker than I remembered, stretching me as he slowly pumped them in and out. “You’re going to rewrite the second plagiarized section tonight,” he said calmly, as if he wasn’t finger-fucking me over his desk. “But first, you’re going to earn it.” He withdrew his fingers and brought them to my lips. I sucked them clean without being told, tasting myself on his skin. The act felt even dirtier this time.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

Every kiss, every press of her body against mine sparked fire along my nerves. Inside the room, I slammed the door shut with my foot, then dropped her to the floor, our bodies still humming with need. My hands went straight to her, ripping her shirt off in one motion, the soft heat of her skin flooding my senses. Her breasts came into view, full and perfect, impossible to look away from, and I let my fingers trace the line of her red lace bra, pulling it down with a growl caught deep in my chest. “I’m going to enjoy fucking those tits,” I growled, tossing her bra across the room.

The nights she’d crawl into my bed after a bad dream, her body warm and soft against mine, and I’d lie there stiff as a board, heart hammering, terrified she’d feel how wet I was getting just from the scent of her skin. Then came a hot Friday night in July, the AC was broken again, so the apartment felt like a sauna. We’d killed a bottle of cheap rosé while watching some mindless reality show, both of us in nothing but tank tops and panties because who the hell was going to see us anyway? Riley’s head was on my lap, her hair spilling across my thighs like silk while I was tracing lazy circles on her bare shoulder with my thumb, telling myself it was sisterly and comforting. A totally innocen