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I was so close to his arm because of the pain, the force of the collision of our bodies because he gripped me. "A-ah ... A-aah .." I muttered and he too I could hear his weak mutter that was delicious to my ears. He stopped and I was on top of him as he sat down. I close my eyes when I feel the full penetration of my womanhood, his hand caresses my back, and as he plays with his tongue on both sides of my chest. I moved very slowly, while Smael stared at me. It growled and moved my hips even more up and down the speed and it was as if I had something tickle that I felt inside me. Until it stopped and I felt hot liquid entering all inside me. He hugged my naked body as he gasped.

Warning: Extreme Smut! ************************ Serra’s face flushed at my words. She licked her lips and reached for my c**k again, wrapping her hand around it as she stared down at it… Those lips of hers, I wanted to devour them bit by bit. Her tongue moved, licking the tip. I froze. A chilling wave of pleasure shot through me instantly. Slurp! She sucked. My eyes darkened. "Fvck" I screamed inwardly. Was she sure this was her first time? She looked too damn tempting, too eager… though her hands trembled.

Because of the training, my body was desperate for an Alpha and for Simon. I got out of bed. My legs were shaky, and I poured some water from my pitcher, but I could not drink it. My throat was too tight, so I looked out my window. The sky was just starting to get light, I knew he would come today. He would smell it on me, he would know I was weak. I both wanted it and hated it. The door to my hut opened. I did not have to turn around to know it was him. The air changed, it got thicker and smelled like pine trees and power. I closed my eyes.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

"Get out of my f*cking house! Go home because if I come out in the next ten minutes and find you guys out there, it won't be pretty." *** **** A/N// A reader asked for smut before the ceremony even though there will be smut after it...either way did I deliver?🤣🚶

The scent of him — clean, masculine, aroused — filled my lungs. I wrapped my trembling fingers around the base. He was so thick I could barely close my hand around him. I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly up the underside, tasting the salty precum. Mr. Sinclair let out a low, controlled breath above me and turned his attention to his computer like this was just another workday. I took him into my mouth.

If you are reading this, I love you, and you matter. And I hope you’re all hungry for more smut! Love, HRH

He roared in joy as his orgasm burst forth, a creamy white river of semen surging into her already stretched and battered asshole. "Well, here, Rod. Give her this," said Smokes, the fourth biker, a thin man with bloodshot eyes, as he offered Rod a small pill. Rod shoved the pill down Emily's throat. She gagged on it, but Rod held her jaw closed until she managed to swallow. A strange warmth began to spread through her, dulling the edges of the pain. She felt herself drift away, as though she were floating above her own body, watching in horror as though she were watching someone else.

Smokey replied. "OMG, that is so fucking hilarious! She's playing you so well and you're in hook line and sinker. I've never known you to be a weak stupid man who couldn't see through manipulation as blatant as she's doing. Really wondering if you just don't want to see? SMDH" Sam replied back.

They were simply officemates who find comfort in each other by sharing each other's body heat, a superior and an underling who disclose each other's burdens and frustrations through strong penetrations, tightly entwined fingers, and erotic moans. "Was I?" he asked, his nose scrunching and brows close to kissing in confusion. He looked away from her flushed face to see the cigarette that was losing a quarter of its body while hanging loosely between his right hand's fingers, continuously emanated a long, slender smoke that comforted and annoyed his burning nose at the same time. He lifted his right hand and took a puff of his cigarette, once he had enough, he blew the fume off from his lips.