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“She’s waiting. But you’re going to come on my fingers first. Quietly. Then I’ll go.” He fucked his fingers into me in slow, deep thrusts, thumb circling my clit with merciless precision. The wet sounds were soft but filthy in the quiet room. My hands fisted the sheets. I bit the inside of my cheek hard, fighting the moans that wanted to spill out. He added a third finger, stretching me, curling harder. Pleasure coiled tight and fast. “Come,” he ordered under his breath. I shattered, silent and shaking, walls clamping down on his fingers as another rush of wetness spilled around them. He worked me through it until I was trembling and oversensitive, then slowly withdrew. He brought his finger

Sophia's POV "What the fuck are you talking about?! Twenty years ago I wasn't even born! Are you crazy?!" I snapped angrily. "I am talking about my body, Sophia," Callan said, his tone turning smooth, deep, and deadly serious. "For twenty years, my sex life has been an absolute curse. Every woman I have ever touched, every woman I have ever tried to take to bed ended up screaming in pain, passing out from the unbearable discomfort, or bleeding so heavily I had to rush them to private surgeons. Do you have any idea what that does to a man?"

Our mouths met again, messy and desperate, as our bodies moved together. “That’s it, sweet mate. Touch what’s yours.” The words pushed me closer. The pressure coiled tighter with every deep thrust. He suddenly flipped me onto my hands and knees, pinning my wrists to the bed. The new angle made him feel even bigger. I could barely think — only feel him driving into me, filling every part of me. “Come for me again,” he ordered, voice rough. One hand slipped between my legs, rubbing tight circles over my clit. “You’re doing so well. Taking everything I give you.”

SUMMARY: A horny woman leaves the house with no panties, just stockings, heels, and a filthy need she can’t ignore. On a packed train, things heat up fast when a stranger touches her the right way. One bold move turns into another, and soon she’s chasing that high with every stranger who gives her the look she craves. No names. No feelings. Just pure, unapologetic sex with anyone willing to take her right then and there. [Author's Note: This is pure fiction. Sex with strangers should always involve protection. Stay safe.]

“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 his wife right now.” I moaned around Brent’s cock, a desperate, gargling sound of agreement that vibrated through my entire skull. The sensation of being filled at both ends, unable to see which brother was touching me where, sent a surge of pure, sinful adrenaline through my veins. The vibration of my throat made Brent hiss through his teeth; his hips gave a sharp, violent thrust that buried him even deeper, forcing a tear to escape the edge of

His hips slow slightly before speeding back up. Her screams get louder, his body now pinning hers against the wall as his hips thrust faster and harder. The other toy still inside her sex and vibrating. His hand moves, grabbing her hair he pulls her head back, his mouth against her lips as his hips continue thrusting and she screams. His lips kiss down to her neck, biting down, hearing her scream as he does. Her body shaking constantly. He watches as her body gives in, going to fall, his hand wrapping around her and holding her up. "Safeword bitch." Jackson's voice sounds broken as he feels himself ready to finish again.

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

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"Look at her—look at what she's become. And you still love her? Tonight, I'll stay with you. I can do what she did, but better. I'm the one who's meant to be Mrs. Palmer!" But when Felix heard that, the murderous intent in his eyes intensified. His pupils were bloodshot, like a beast on the verge of devouring its prey. While Darcy looked at him expectantly, he called to the security team, "Lock them up. I'll settle their little score when Felicity's better." The three lackeys stared in shock, realizing they'd become accomplices to a mistress, and now they were going down with her. They began to argue, throwing blame at each other, a chaos of desperate accusations.