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I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

Liam's P.O.V. I should have known better than to talk to some locals about boxing. I've been so excited about this trip and watching Karalee in person that I let my mouth run like water. We were talking about the best male boxers, and of course, I said Muhammad Ali. They said that the greatest of all time was Les Darcy. I have no idea who that is because I'm from Philadelphia, not Australia. Well, telling them I had never heard of him was the wrong thing to say.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

* She moaned softly, thighs pressing together around her hand, the pressure coiling tight. Jax's parting words echoed *Drop your dirtiest reading experience* and she did, typing one-handed: *This story? Made me cum reading it on the toilet at work, panties in my mouth to stay quiet. Now living it. Your turn.* Submissions poured in: a woman detailing her first anal in a club bathroom, the burn and fullness making Zelda's untouched ass clench in curiosity; a guy confessing to jerking off in the car to a similar tale, cumming so hard he stained the seat; couples sharing how they'd role-played it, her riding him reverse while reading aloud, both shattering together.

It was my current boyfriend, the one I had been seeing to try and move on. Boyfriend: Good morning, babe. Can’t wait to see you tonight. Val read the message over my shoulder. His hand tightened possessively on my hip. “Tell him you’re busy,” he said, thrusting slowly into me again. “Tell him you’re getting bred by your ex.” I moaned softly, already feeling him hardening inside me again.

Easy access. The whole Uber ride to the coffee shop, I kept my thighs pressed together, acutely aware of how wet I was, how exposed I felt. Every bump in the road made the friction unbearable. I wanted to slide my hand between my legs and finish what I'd started last night, but I didn't. He'd told me not to come. So I wouldn't. Good little slut. Following Daddy's orders. I arrived at Brew Haven ten minutes early and ordered a latte I didn't want, just to have something to do with my hands. The coffee shop was busy—businesspeople on laptops, students studying, couples on dates. Normal people doing normal things.

I rolled my eyes hard enough it almost hurt, but my nipples were already tightening under my thin tank top as I sank down to the carpet. The position spread my knees apart, making the short skirt ride up until cool air hit the damp crotch of my panties. I could feel myself getting wet already, just from the way he looked down at me like I was something he could break whenever he wanted. “Read what exactly?” I muttered, grabbing the fresh paper he slid across the desk. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a slim leather book, opening it to a marked page before handing it down to me. “This classic passages, no attitude. Start now.”

By the time they reached the mall, Meera was throbbing with need. The luxury shopping center was bustling with people, but Alexander moved with the confidence of a man who owned half the city. He took her straight to a high-end designer store known for its elegant yet provocative dresses. A stylish saleswoman greeted them. Alexander spoke calmly, “She needs evening wear. Something short, tight, and revealing. We’ll try several.” Meera’s face burned as the woman led her to the fitting rooms with an armful of dresses. Alexander settled into a plush chair just outside, legs spread, looking every bit the powerful older man.

I picked up my phone, opened the N*****x app, and went to the bedroom to watch a non erotic series, it was more like a horror series titled “From.” By the time I walked into the living room, the evening light had shifted to a deep amber, casting long shadows across the furniture. Fred was already there, leaning against the kitchen counter with a bottle of beer in hand. Beside him stood a woman I didn’t recognize—mid-twenties, with short blonde hair and a sharp, knowing smile. She wore a tight red dress that hugged her curves, and her eyes swept over me with an appraising gaze that made my stomach clench.