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His hand strokes down my breasts. “There is you and me, we are fucking, and you stop. You drag me out of the room, into one of the rooms at Seductive Vibrations. Men and women are watching while you fuck me there. Slowly the single men join in. I watch as you get pleasure from me being fucked in every hole by other men.” I peek at him. His face is still perfect. Is he hiding how he feels?

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

The room suddenly felt too hot as their scents filled my nostrils, making my cock twitch uncontrollably. They looked at each other—their eyes saying things they clearly didn’t want to say aloud and their expressions were a mixture of fear, curiosity, temptation and something darker. “If… if we agree… what happens now?” Vivian asked me with a hesitant voice. I stepped between them, close enough for their perfume to surround me. “Now? Now you become mine.”I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Camila's cheek Camila trembled while Vivian’s lips parted like she was inviting my touch.

Jenna's hands slid up Sadile's thighs, her fingers teasing the hem of her skirt. "You're so responsive," she murmured, her lips brushing against Sadile's ear. "I can feel your desire, your need." Sadile moaned softly, her head falling back as Jenna's lips trailed down her chest, her hands cupping her breasts. She was lost in a sea of sensation, her body responding to their touch with a hunger she had never known existed. Travis's hands joined Jenna's, his touch firm and confident as he explored her body, his lips brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Chapter 10: Cowgirl Ruin The hallway is a blur of raw sensation, the very air thick with the smell of sex and sweat. Her cries have dissolved into raw noise, her body a trembling, pliant form against him. He watches her head loll back, her sweat-soaked hair clinging to her temples, her face a mask of shattered will and desperate pleasure. He’s deep inside her, still pounding, each thrust a brutal confirmation of his dominance, of her utter, complete surrender. The wet slap of their skin is a relentless rhythm, echoing in the narrow space, a testament to their transgression.