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Jayden growled in the fantasy, voice low and degrading. “It’s my turn to ruin this greedy little slut hole now.” Jayden’s voice rang in his ears. Sebastian bit his lip hard, cock twitching wildly in his pants as the imagined Jayden pushed forward. The fat head popped past his rim, stretching him open with a burning, delicious ache as inch after thick inch sank in, forcing his walls to flutter and grip. In the fantasy that was about to make him go mad, Jayden didn’t go slow, and instead, he slammed balls-deep in one brutal thrust, groaning at how tight Sebastian felt. “Fuck, so much tighter than my wife’s pussy.”

Readers should be aware of explicit sexual content, themes of power imbalance, graphic depictions of BDSM, intense physical and psychological humiliation, non-consensual undertones in a fantasy context, extreme kink practices including fisting, cock torture, edging, sounding, electro-stimulation, watersports, and double penetration, strong language, potential triggers related to authority figures, public exposure scenarios, and emotional distress, as well as the presence of dark, taboo elements that may not suit all audiences. Part 1

I knew I had to let my fantasy come to life. It started with Rafe. I walked past his room late at night, heard him groan my name under his breath. I pushed the door open. He froze, hand wrapped around his cock, eyes dark and wild. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” “I did.” I stepped in. Slowly. Locked the door. He kissed me like he was starving. His lips crushed mine as his hands roamed my body, pulling up my shirt, yanking down my shorts. I gasped when his fingers slid between my legs—he didn’t waste time.

"But I may have imagined this scenario once or twice." Felix's laugh was low and sensual. "Only once or twice?" Before she could answer, his thumb found the damp center of her panties, pressing firmly against her clit through the silk. Wendy gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "So responsive," Felix murmured, increasing the pressure. "I've imagined making you wet like this during every boring budget meeting for the past year." His confession sent another rush of heat between her legs. "Tell me what you want," he commanded, his thumb now moving in slow circles. "I need to hear you say it."

I frowned. He chuckled. "Really?" "Yeah" "I think I got something that would make you change your mind" he smirked and kiseed me at once. "Darrell no. Apology accepted" I told him knowing where that kiss was gonna lead to. Sex freak "Like you don't enjoy the sex" my subconscious snapped at me. "It's too late you know" he carried me on his torso and dropped me on the bed. "Darrell" he kissed my neck and I moaned softly. His hands reached for the hem of my panties and I moaned softly when he touched my wet core. He slide a finger into me and smirked.

His shock was obvious, but he remained silent, choosing not to ask about it anymore. "So anger will help me turn?" he asked. "It could, but sex can too, if it's deep and primal." I smiled. This got his attention. He loved sex, especially with me. On Xanthea, all royal females are Sirens and are allowed to have harems of as many men and women as she chooses, This is their norm.

My words had the desired effect as Angel let out a broken whimper, hands going in-between her legs. “As you wish, my princess.” Xavier growled lowly as he pushed me back against the wall. Latching his tongue onto one of my nipples, he lined himself up my slit, rubbing the head of his cock through my folds to coat himself with my wetness before pushing in with one single thrust. The sudden fullness left me gasping for air as raw sounds poured out of my mouth. “Arrghhh….”

"Can you understand what this place is to me? It's a fantasy come true. Wild adventurous sex, where everyone's pleasure is the first concern. No meanness, no cruelty, no gossip, no judging. If a girl kisses a girl, she's not a lesbian. If she's with more than one guy, she's not a whore. If she's proud of her body, and shows it off, she's not a slut, she's hot. It's pure fantasy." She pulled her legs back and encouraged me to fuck her harder. Which of course, under the situation, I had no choice but to accede to. "God, I love it. I love your fat cock in me, so thick, the feel of it rubbing down the sides of my pussy. The pressure of bone on bone at the end of every hard stroke. The wild feeli

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

She slowly shifted her body back and forth, both of us still buzzing from the aftermath of pleasure. "What a crazy fantasy that was," she remarked. "I never, ever thought I would have sex in school." "Yeah," I said, "It is a pretty crazy fantasy—pretty awesome, too." "Definitely awesome," she corrected me. "That was the most perfect break to get me through the rest of the day."