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Because he’s making me feel sexy. “I need to get you ready, Pookie.” Seb holds my gaze as he whispers to me in that deep voice. “I need you wet.” But I’m shaking my head before he finishes. “I’m so wet.” I breathe out the confession. Fingers wrap around my nipple and squeeze. My mouth drops open. “I’m gonna check.” Seb lowers his hand from my breast, rotating his wrist so his fingers are pointed down when he cups my mound. That contact is enough to send another spasm through my body.

Fuck Damnit how was she so fucking sexy? She turned around to come into the room and I quickly looked back at my phone but I had to lay on my right side in order to adjust myself and reduce the arousal I felt. But it felt more difficult when her sweet scent diffused through the air. I had the urge to just forget everything, grab her and kiss her lips till they were numb. I felt like running my fingers through her fine long ginger hair, down her beautiful body and appreciating each inch with my fingers. But I couldn't and I shouldn't, because that was not how it was supposed to be like. She got up from the bed to leave and I watched her till she was out of sight.

Sweat trickled down our bodies, mingling with the intoxicating scent of sex that hung in the air. I couldn't get enough of her. The way she moved, the way she surrendered to the raw intensity of our connection—it was addictive, driving me to push her limits further. My hand ventured between us, fingers delving into her wetness, navigating the slick folds with a desperate urgency. The primal instinct to possess her overwhelmed all reason, pushing us to the brink of madness.

Alpha Alain released all of him inside Sasha, plunging and driving right to his hilt. Sasha let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a shriek. Ansel found himself echoing it as well. Alain’s mouth became full of Ansel’s seed. But Sasha’s silken, blazing heat still gripped him, as if his beast does not want to claw its way out yet. Her body was so perfect, fitting right for him. But Ansel’s cock…so this is why Razel and Apollo sometimes fucked each other. Like Sasha’s blazing heat, Ansel remained his leash around his neck—or more precisely, around his tongue and mouth.

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t

Arya asked in a rushed tone. “...Sure.” That was all the permission she needed to barge in and walk over to the table in his room. “I need to talk to you about something.” Arya got straight to the point as she stared down at his sitting figure. Why was he always shirtless? “I could tell...” He sighed and stretched out his body. With slightly flustered cheeks, Arya nodded and took a step back. She still couldn't forget what happened that night in his study. “So, what do you want to discuss?” Ryker asked after he put on a shirt.

Her messy brown hair fell over her face, and her green eyes gleamed with a mix of boredom and excitement as she scrolled through her phone, browsing a dating app that promised quick, no-strings-attached connections. The phone screen illuminated her anxious face, highlighting the soft freckles on her cheeks and the nose piercing that twinkled like a naughty invitation. Ana bit her lower lip, feeling a familiar tingling between her legs. It had been days since she'd had sex, and her body was screaming for attention. She had spent the afternoon masturbating lazily, imagining dirty scenarios—a stranger taking her from behind in a dark alley, or two guys fucking her at the same time until she cam

He grabs a condom from my drawer, he slips it on then pushes my head down on the bed. He takes the tip of his cock, and rubs it up and down my slit, moaning and groaning at his teasing. "Tell me what you want baby" he growls against my back, sending shocks through my whole body. "I want you to put your big cock deep inside of my wet and ready cunt and fuck me so hard" I moan letting my hormones speak. "Dirty, sinful things coming from such sexy lips" he groans, shoving his cock deep inside of me, roughly.

This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane.

sex is kind of boring at the minute. "What exactly is it that you want, Beatrice? Have you even spoken to him?" The first part reminds me of Sean, the playroom, when I stand there naked and blindfolded, his words in my head: 'What do you want, Lisa? So hot and sexy.' "I feel awful; sex isn't bad, but it is boring, with no excitement whatsoever. I don't want to go as far as you and Sean."