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She walked right up to the bed, teasing my jaw with the tip of a leather crop before leaning down to stroke Jake's back. "Such an obedient little toy," she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest. Without another word, she unbuttoned her lace robe, stepping over my hips and guiding my hard cock straight into her wet core in one smooth drop. "Ahhh, fuck," she groaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she sank all the way down. The heat was overwhelming. She rode me with relentless power, her hips slamming against mine while she held a small vibrating bullet right against my tip. Behind me, Jake grabbed the dildo and drove it back into my hole with ruthless force.

I sobbed, my head thumping against the wall with every heavy thrust. He let out a low, guttural growl and captured my mouth again. The kiss was messy—tongues clashing and teeth grazing. I felt a coil tightening in my lower stomach, an unbearable tension that screamed for release. My legs locked tighter around his waist. “Ryan… yes. Right there. I’m cumming.” “Let’s cum together,” he whispered, as he delivered three devastating, powerful-shaking thrusts. The world shattered. I screamed into his shoulder, my teeth sinking into the expensive wool of his blazer as my body convulsed around him.

Our clits rubbed together as she started scissoring, our hips rolling in a steady rhythm that sent sparks through both of us. Her dark skin glistened with sweat, and I felt every slick slide of her folds against mine. Belle broke the kiss just long enough to watch us, her face flushed at the sight then her lips crashed against mine with renewed vigor. Only stopping to tighten her hold on my neck and pepper kisses along my jawline and neck then going back to bite my lower lip and kiss the fuck out of me. Tasha's hands roamed my body, one squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple while she ground her pussy harder against mine. Our wetness mixed, making every movement slippery and sexy.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

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he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

He dipped a single, rough-calloused finger inside me, hooking it upward with a predatory precision, finding the exact spot that made my brain go white with needs Derek never even bothered to learn. “Fuck, you’re absolutely pouring for us,” Arden groaned, his voice thick with a dark, triumphant lust, making me realize he was the one messing me up with just his fingers. I felt him slide a second finger in, stretching me open until I felt the burn. “I can feel your pulse thrumming against my knuckles. Tell me, Gabriella... does Derek even know how to make you this wet? Or does he just fumble around while you pretend to enjoy it? He’d lose his mind if he could see his brothers' fingers buried in

She smiled and went out and sat down to listen to the serenade after a few songs she stood up and waved to him until tomorrow. He understood and they left the next day and when they arrived at her house Esteban was already sitting on the door step waiting for her with a bouquet of roses she put her hands around his neck and kissed him and he reciprocated Ester was falling in love again but all this was different what she felt for Esteban was totally different he is so sincere he knew how to show his feelings he is so but so romantic and time went by and one fine day rather one fine night he serenaded her again but this time it was a trio and he was alone with a drink but only she invited him

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."