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I’ve never read about sex. Not in this much detail, anyway. I had to reread the first sex scene four times—just to make sure I remembered every last word. Sex sounds… incredible. If it’s anything like the way it’s described in this book—being filled by a massive cock, the overwhelming sensation of it hitting a deep, secret spot, orgasm rising in waves until it crashes over you like a tide... A sudden snort pulls me from the page. I glance over my book. Aiden’s watching me, barely hiding a smirk.

He’s much taller than me, and his reach is basically a personal insult. My heart stops. Oh, god. I was in the middle of a very vulgar scene. Like, the kind of scene that requires a 18+ sticker. Owen’s eyes scan the page, and then, to my horror, he begins to read aloud in that deep, velvety baritone of his. "'His hands moved with a hunger that spoke of years of longing, tracing the curve of her breasts. His lips danced on her skin, wet tongue finding it's way down to the pink petal between her legs—'"

Sammy gasped, her grip on Rebecca's shoulders tightening, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips as sensation flared through every nerve ending. The intimacy of the position was profound. Sammy could feel every subtle shift in Rebecca's body, hear her soft breaths, and sense her pleasure deepening in response. "Touch yourself, right here," she whispered, her breath hot against Sammy’s neck. Sammy’s fingers found her center, her touch mirroring Rebecca’s rhythm, and she felt herself spiraling closer to release. Rebecca held her tightly, whispering encouragement, her voice like velvet, urging her on.

The sentence went unfinished, but Sean picked up on the note of excitement in Millie’s breathless voice. He moved to sit on the edge of the sofa and stared down at the smooth skin. He held his breath again as he stretched out his hand and it came out in a rush as he touched on Millie’s legs. He shuddered as his fingers stroked on the soft skin and he quickly started to slide them higher. Millie parted her legs wider to show what she wanted and closed her eyes as the pleasure flowed through her body. The touch crept higher until it moved under the hem of the skirt and she let out a gasp as the fingers caressed onto her panties. Sean was suddenly living his fantasy as he stroked over the soft

Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth. Abegail’s world narrowed to sensations. The weight of Sasha on her face, the taste of her on her tongue. The relentless, pounding drive of Kael’s cock splitting her open, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars. The slap of Leo’s balls against her chin. She was a vessel for their pleasure, and in turn, her own pleasure spiraled higher, coiling tighter than before.

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

“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.”

At first it isn’t Audible but the closer we approaches the place it’s coming from, I get to make sense of what’s going on. “Hahhh! Don’t stop, Alan!” The familiar voice of a female moan so loud, her voice mixing with the muscular grunting of a man. The creaking sounds of bed and flesh slapping against flesh filling up the whole place. The contraction of flesh is so loud and fast instantly giving me a picture of wild Sex. Lump forms in my throat as I exchange looks with Carlton. He’s wearing a blank expression on his face. We wordlessly deliberate on whether to go further but Carlton being all too eager to get this over with, proceed anyways and I just follow his lead.

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”