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Eve muttered, her face reddening as Dave wrote that it was the first time he had met a girl as beautiful and terrific as Eve, whose attitude was so brave against the company's CEO where she was interning. Opening the second page, Dave still wrote about several other compliments about Eve, which made the girl's lips smile embarrassed, and her nose flared because she was happy to be praised like that. The following few pages still have much Dave wrote about Eve besides her work and Gery. Then, on yesterday's page, Eve read only a line with a capital, bold, and italic font: Will you be my sunshine, Eve?

She scrunched her face, still hissing through her gritted teeth. “She’s with me now. Will you stop crushing my dream like that? Nothing happened between them.” “Yeah, for now.” Amy rolled her eyes upwards. “You can’t let your guard down with a harlot like her.” “Shut the fuck up, Amy. You’d better focus on your baby-making thing. Or should I replace you instead?” I forced a wry smile this time, managing to steel myself to counter her insults that I had been swallowing. Amy tightened her grip on her champagne glass. Oh no, don’t tell me she’s going to pour that champagne on me.

“Always reading smut, huh? I didn’t take you for the type, but I guess I should’ve known better.” I scowled at him, crossing my arms over my chest defensively. “I haven’t always read smut. The books I used to read before were never like this,” I shot back, my voice laced with irritation. “It’s just…different genres. That’s all.” He chuckled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through me. “Sure, different genres,” he mocked lightly, waving the book in front of me. “You know, these scenes are pretty explicit. I didn’t know you had such a vivid imagination.”

“How about a human-unicorn that’s pink? I found one of them.” “No, it’s a pink unicorn, not half and half Chase. So you failed,” I stand up feeling happy with myself hearing him groan. I’ll start him off slow. Picking up a book I hand it to him. “So, it’s romance, and smut but also a psychological thriller,” I explain as he takes the book. “It’s a good starting one, the smut isn’t drastic, no alien with two cock,” I wink and he laughs. “What is this one about then?” he asks.

“Please… fuck my ass! I need it hard!” Alex spat generously on her winking hole and pressed his engorged head against it. She tensed, whimpering, “It’s too big..oh God!” But he pushed forward steadily, savoring the incredible, vise-like grip as inch after thick inch sank into her hungry ass. Carla’s moans turned into guttural, pleasure-drenched screams: “Fuuuuck! It’s stretching me so full! Harder!” He slammed into her with increasing force, one hand reaching around to rub her clit furiously. “Cum for me right now!” Her body convulsed violently, squirting messily onto the backseat in a hot puddle as she wailed in ecstasy. Alex buried himself to the balls and erupted, flooding her ass with pu

This is the story of how I murdered miles, and I don't regret it. The sky was blue...no red. The atmosphere was thick and foggy with loathe lingering in the air. I'm taller than expected and in my hand was his heart, pumping with blood trickling and decorating my hand with pleasure. I look down at his stunning...no soulless body as he crawls to beg me for his life. I exhaled softly, snapping out of my queer imaginations and hitting the mop in my hand hard on the tanned floor like I was seeing his face.

His chest seemed to glisten with a light sheen of sweat as he pumped into his hand. “Rene, I’m so close.” After a minute, he grunted as cum shot onto his stomach and chest in thick streams. I wanted to lick it off, slurping and savoring the taste. I wondered how Remy would feel inside my pussy. In my mouth. In my ass. “Next time, I’m coming in that pretty mouth of yours,” he said, as if he’d read my mind. He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen.

Best time of my day, watching a hoe like you with your pitiful excuse of a face in the gutter. Clarissa. That bitch. She has every boy’s attention, popularity, and hates my guts. Just because her idiot of a boyfriend has a crush on me. She has the IQ of a fly, but cheats on every test by beating me up every day, so her grades are high enough to keep herself in the top three. If she gets less than an A, she breaks a bone of mine. If it’s an A+, I’m safe. An A-... Means she draws blood out of me, which is my current situation. Who would know she wouldn’t be able to memorize her entire presentation regarding Stephen Hawking’s study on black holes? ‘I-I’m s-s-sorry. I-It was n-not...’ I stutter

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING This chapter contains explicit adult content, including strong language, mature themes, and sexually suggestive/graphic scenes. It is intended for 18+ readers only. Reader discretion is advised. If you are uncomfortable with explicit or mature material, you may wish to skip this chapter. * Chapter 44 – Talia’s POV I stood by the side of the bed, my fingers white-knuckled as I gripped the hem of the towel. Vermont lay there, watching me, completely bare. He looked so comfortable in his own skin, while I felt like I was about to jump out of mine.

I closed the report. Immediately opened another. Kept reading. Kept working. Kept moving. Because if I stopped, I'd think. And thinking wasn't useful. Not when nothing was ever going to happen between us. Not when she'd eventually find someone else. Not when she'd be better off without me. I opened the next file. Forced my attention back to the screen. Then read the same sentence three times before realizing I hadn't understood a single word.