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Chapter 6: Flames at the Docks Victor’s fingers dug into Alex’s hips with bruising force as he thrust up into him one last time before leaving. The penthouse bedroom was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the black silk sheets twisted around their bodies like restraints. Alex was straddling him, riding Victor’s cock deep and desperate, head thrown back as broken moans spilled from his lips. “Victor… fuck… I can’t—” Alex gasped, nails raking down the billionaire’s chest.

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

‎**Elena's POV** ‎This is the most mind-blowing sex I've ever had in my life. ‎I could feel Damon's body begin to tighten behind me, and I knew he was close. The way he constantly hits my G-spot brings me closer to the edge also. ‎I wiggle my hips around his cock provocatively and feel him go deeper inside me. ‎"Yes, baby! Right there baby!" Damon yelled, and with one last thrust, he cum hard into my throbbing pussy. At the same time, my second orgasm broke out.

He looked up slowly, letting his storm-gray eyes drag over my body like a physical caress. “Lock the door,” he said quietly and my fingers trembled with excitement as I turned the lock. Adrian stood and rounded the desk, stopping just inches away. The scent of black coffee and warm male skin filled my senses. “You look sexy” he drawed with his gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts and the hem of my short skirt. “Good girl.” Good girl Aughhh those two words made my clit throb. He has no idea how those two words messes with my restraint.

on many occasions she had tried to get his attention but Hayden who was said to be a womanizer never indulge himself in something very dirty. " Go ahead Camille, Kyle will show you the way " Jansen interupted his wife's thought , no doubt they all picked up the lust from Camille that Moment. not her fault, every females in double world would love to have the sext Beast. Kyle lead the way to show Camille And her three children their room leaving alone the three men in the living room. Hayden scoff slightly at the tensed atmosphere and he walk towards a sofa with the baby still in his arms. " Not her fault Farrell, i think Beast lord gave me this charm that no one can ever resist " He said out

Lily: "James, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore." James: "What's wrong, Lily? You're scaring me." Lily: "I know we agreed to keep our feelings hidden, but I can't do it anymore. I have feelings for you, James. Strong feelings." James: "Lily, I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't want to complicate things with Sarah." Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us."

MIA Running with Alex always gets me going. Three years dating, sharing an apartment in Silver Lake, and we're still stupid for each other—but we never pretended we could be satisfied with just us. We're both mid-twenties, both bi, both get off on the thrill of extra bodies. We bring people home when the spark hits, fuck them together, swap stories if it's separate. Threesomes are the best—another hard cock sliding in while Alex watches me moan, or him getting filled while I grind on his face. It's messy, loud, perfect. No guilt, just heat.

She was shrieking and having what she said later was the most powerful orgasm of her life — all over my face. I laid there and relished having my wife use me for her pleasure. She’d abandoned any modesty and was grinding her cunt on my nose and mouth. She spasmed a number of times. Sex-fluids poured out of her, then she held herself there for a few moments, recovering from the overwhelming experience. When she rolled off and collapsed on the bed, she looked at me and said, “That was the best sex I’ve had in my life.” I just moved up closer and said,

activities. The Order, as I soon discovered, is mostly about dark sex and mind-blowing orgies. Sure, there are some philosophical discussions and group meditations thrown in, but let's be real—the real draw is the no-holds-barred, anything-goes sexual exploration. Tonight is orgy night, and anticipation is coursing through my veins like a shot of pure adrenaline. I'm eagerly looking forward to having every inch of my body pleasured, to being filled in all holes by a variety of dicks, each one offering a unique flavor of ecstasy.

"The drink was strong, I don't remember shit. But from her narration... I - I allowed her finger me and to top that, I fucking dry humped on her pussy." Fedora clapped her hand, shouting. "Go girl!!!" "Oh shut up." I glared at her. She suddenly stopped, sitting up right. "It wasn't that bad, was it. You got orgasm I guess?" Fedora whispered lowly. "It doesn't matter if I got orgasm or not, Fedora. If you hadn't taken me to that lesbian strip party or whatever. If I hadn't seen those girls scissoring themselves, enjoying it while I hadn't had good sex in more than 3 months, I wouldn't have done what I did."