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I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. *** “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table.

Ashley Walters was hired as a maid in the De Luca house hold. The first day she landed for her job, she was asked to marry the only son of the family. The only heir to Deluca wealth and business. Justin. Why the family needed a maid to marry off their drop dead gorgeous son? ******* Sarah had everything in her life. Wealth, beauty, friends, and a swoon-worthy fiancé. A guy every girl wanted in her life. Her gorgeous fiancé Justin Deluca. Hot-headed. Hot looking. Girls get wet down there when they look at him. But he belongs to no one but Sarah. Then she did something stupid. As a result of a dare, she asked her fiancé to marry his maid, thinking that the maid was not beautiful enough. Trusting Justin that he won’t even bother to bat an eye on her. He would never be attracted to her. Man! She was wrong. Now, she feels... he is falling for his maid. He is falling for Ashley Walters.

“Fuck, Ada…”“Brad...oh, fuck... deeper... harder!” Ada’s shrill voice begged between breathy moans.The banging of the headboard against the wall intensified as Ann froze. No... it couldn’t be!Ann took a deep breath and nudged the door a little more. Her chest felt like it would explode as she held her breath whilst the crack widened.When it revealed her sister lying underneath her husband-to-be, her hands flew to her mouth to stifle the gasp of horror as her heart shattered instantly.As Brad roared his release inside her sister, Ada turned her head towards the door with a smirk.An icy chill descended over Ann as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown over her and she stood and stared, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open in disbelief.Ada lifted her hand and waved in Ada’s direction with a smug smile plastered on her face as Brad collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck tenderly.Is there anything you can do if your mate had sex with your sister?

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing yet another twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. --------- "You think I'm a softie?" My voice is deceptively gentle when the rest of me is so hard. "Do you know why I pulled over?" "Why?" she says, seeming to hold her breath. "I pulled over because I know tight pussy when I see it." I frame her jaw with my right hand, tilting her blushing face up toward mine. "I'd like to fuck you on all fours, right here in the middle of the road, little girl. Rough as you can stand. Still think I'm a softie?" "No," she gasps, the green of her eyes deepening to a forest shade. "I don't." "Good."

The happiest day of any woman is her wedding day, right? But that is not the case with Pamela Grayson. She sobbed before, during and after the wedding. She cannot comprehend why her parents would force her into a marriage with a man who is in a coma without the slightest provability of coming out of it? But the sympathetic part of Pamela's predicament is that the man she was married to was more ruthless towards her when he regained consciousness. "Sign the papers and get the fuck out of my house" he bellowed, throwing the divorce papers into her face. But When she Returned, she's not the naive, innocent Pamela Grayson that Louis Hayden threw out, she's now the princess and CEO of the largest conglomerate in her country...

Eva Carson has one enemy: Son of a rival family, Gorgeous, Cocky, borderline annoying, with a huge Ego– Emerson Ford. They never see eye to eye on things, and remain thorn in each other's flesh. After witnessing Emerson Ford fuck a girl through her window, while holding eye contact with her– something shifts between the two. When their overflowing enmity escalates into an unforgettable night of intense pleasure, Eva's hatred explodes into something else. Something with a teeming, uncontrollable sex drive. With the fued between the two families coupled with her somewhat hatred for him, Eva is unwilling to give in to her unwelcomed desires for Emerson, but when fate plays a cruel trick on them; how long before Eva breaks and finds herself in his bed?

“Kayleigh, you will either take your pants off, or I’ll do it!” Alexander Hearst warned her. If her thighs were not swelling and in pain, this could probably lead to something else because the way he said it turned her on. “Then do it.” She could not take her joke back because he had already opened the button and pulled down the zipper of her pants. Carefully, he took her pants off, and she could hear him gasp as he carefully touched the red skin. He jolted when she yelped in pain. “What’s this, Kayleigh?” His voice was low and angry. She wished to tell him she was lucky her father did not hang her on the wall to punish her for getting married without telling them. It was an accidental marriage, only for convenience, but who would have thought she would be married to the stranger she met at the elevator, the gorgeous, sexually attractive, and the luscious man she had ever met.

‘Spread those legs wide for me princess. I want to see that juicy hole of yours. I want to suck on this dripping pussy and I want to fuck you hard till you no longer feel your legs. This book contains high sexual content, it is not for readers younger than🔞. Clogged in the web of dissatisfaction I had always thought that I had a problem with being sexually satisfied, until I met the very man who I should never think of moaning to, he is my acting father Mr. Ignazio Vecenzo, Thompson. A sex machine who knew how to please my body and when exactly to stop. I had many plans for the day and none included moaning to the man I should call father, after bumping into him with his miraculous member sliding in and out of his hand, I found myself wishing to have him for just a day, however, my mind wind off to having him forever as his deft fingers found my clit, ripping moans off my throat, as no one has ever done. As lines fell pleasantly for me, I found myself moaning to him every single day taking his sexual command, being daddy’s good girl, and wishing for nothing other than to have him buried deep inside of me. Navigating my way through so many obstacles, I realized that my lust for him had whirled into love and I was determined to keep him even if it meant going against the entire world. However he was not the good man I fell for, he was the monster I never knew existed, a killer Machine and a man who has so many darksides yet I crave him gravier than any other.. Again, this book contains high sexual content. Recommended for readers older than 18.

"I'm gay." My eyes grow so big as I stop breathing, but two seconds later I'm bursting with laughter. "Okay funny," I finally tone down my laugh as I bring myself to look at him again. But he is still staring at me like he had been when he told me that joke. "Wait," uhh, "Really?" He nods, "Really." "You like... guys?" "I fuck guys." Oh wow, you really can't have it all can you. When he checks all the boxes, suddenly there's this big box he doesn't. The most important box, the top on the list. "You're gay or bi?" Because there's a big difference between those two. "I'm gay." "You never fuck a woman?" "I've never fucked a woman." "Then why the hell would you want me to be your sugar baby? To watch you fuck another man's butthole?" He smirks despite my little mockery. "Oh now it's funny?" "It is," he is still smirking, "But no. It's the opposite of what I wanna do." I bring my arms across my chest as I reply in my all-business tone, "Enlighten me." *** 22 year old Estelle is one of the best sugar babies the agency has ever had. She has the whole package, no dick ever gone soft seeing how perfect she is, both her body and personality. But can she sway Owen into the heterosexual group? After being in that homo-pool all this while?

WARNING TRIGGER--18plus only-- Yes! this is a mature content only. If you are not over the legal age, do not read. This book consists of short sex stories, best friends with benefits, the dominant husband, the cruel boss, your naughty new neighbor. short stories of your wild fantasies, and mine. . . duuh.Contents may be a bit too graphic for the liking of some, maybe not enough for some! Either way! sit tight, relax, and enjoy the ride.Be a dear!! Hit the like button and comment. Your interaction makes me inspire for more updates!