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That was all it took. His mouth claimed hers with the same demanding precision he brought to everything else. One large hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her tightly against him while the other tangled in her hair. Wendy gasped against his lips, three years of suppressed desire exploding into frantic need. Her hands found his chest, feeling solid muscle beneath expensive cotton as she pushed his back against the desk. Felix growled low in his throat, his kiss growing more demanding as his tongue sought entrance. She granted it willingly, melting against him as their tongues dueled for dominance.

This cruise hasn’t even properly started yet, and I’m already drowning in lust. I don’t know how I’m going to survive a whole month of this but I know Damien’s all mine if I play this game well.

“Like a fucking champion.” “This ass is perfect,” Rickard groaned, his fingers digging into her cheeks. “So fucking tight around my cock.” Marcus pulled his cock from her mouth, letting her breathe for a second. Strings of saliva connected her lips to his shaft. “Tell them,” he ordered her, his eyes blazing. “Tell them what you want.” Liza, gasping, her mind swimming in sensation, found the words. “I want… all your cocks,” she rasped. “I want you to… use every hole… fuck me until you’re empty…”

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

His tongue pushed inside, claiming me. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fist his shirt. He ground his hard cock against me, one thigh pushing between my legs so I could ride the pressure on my clit. We were making out like animals against the wall, his hand sliding under my top, palming my breast, pinching my nipple—then footsteps echoed down the corridor. Raymond pulled back, breathing ragged, lips swollen. His eyes were pure lust. “Tomorrow,” he said, voice wrecked. “My place. We’re ‘studying’ for that project and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Ancient parchment appeared from thin air, glowing with faint runes. Kylian pricked his finger first, letting a drop of his blood fall onto the document. Brayden followed, then Dilan. I hesitated for only a second before pricking my own finger, pressing it to the parchment. The moment our blood mixed, a rush of power and connection surged between us, binding me to all three of them in a way that felt both terrifying and intoxicating. I looked at them with desperate, hungry eyes, my body aching. “Who’s going first?” I whispered, voice thick with lust.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

When she reached the chair, Colette turned, hiked up her own habit, and spread her legs wide, revealing lace-topped stockings that seemed wildly out of place in the holy office. She began to rub her own clit, her eyes locked on Claire, her breath hitching as she watched the younger woman approach. "You’re going to worship me, Claire," Colette gasped, her head falling back against the chair, her voice a strained, melodic moan. Claire crawled into the space between the Reverend Mother’s legs. She inhaled, and the scent hit her…a mix of expensive incense, musk, and the sharp, raw smell of female arousal.

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

They speculated that Dax and Caroline would inevitably get back together, leaving me as the unfortunate casualty of their story. There were those who lashed out at Caroline, calling her a fake and a liar, suggesting that her past actions had tainted her reputation beyond repair. The online world was a harsh judge, anyone would be judged anyway. The internet could be relentless, and the reality was everyone had an opinion about everyone's lives and the choices they made, something we had no control over.