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When they saw each other they both laughed and looked at each other very mischievously, then Raquel told her: -Yes, yes, yes of course, of course I have and I have had my little gray hairs in the air, but all without any commitment and with certain conditions, that I set myself. -So how's that, let's see, I'm curious. -A well, first of all that he's not married and that, just like me, he doesn't want any commitment and you know, but I haven't fallen in love so it's just been sex and nothing more than sex.

Cleo’s POV As our bodies collided in the heat of raw un-nerving passion, we each found new heights of pleasure that neither of us knew existed. Sex this good was something you would only ever encounter with the person you loved. Sure drunken sex was good, but it was messy, and angry sex was just hard-core. But this, this was romantic, passionate and slow. With each kiss and each thrust, a new blush would blossom under the skin on my cheeks. Our swollen lips fell heavily upon each other as we craved one more taste. Together we had climbed the mountain of pleasure, and together we fell over the edge.

“Look at you… riding my cock so beautifully. You’re shaking for me, baby. Such a filthy, perfect girl. Keep going — use me. Make yourself cum on my cock.” I moaned loudly, leaning forward so my hair fell around us like a curtain. Our mouths met in messy, desperate kisses as I rode him harder, my shaky legs struggling to keep the pace. Every time I sank down, he thrust up to meet me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Viktor… I’m so close,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. “Don’t stop— I love you… fuck, I love feeling you inside me.” He gripped my hips tighter, helping me move. “Come for me, Scarlett. Let me feel you squeezing my cock. I’m yours… all yours.”

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

He groaned in frustration, his eyes roaming her sexy figure which he had just touched. He wondered what it would feel like, sticking his dick into her holes. He had always loved it two ways. The soft and romantic one where they could share their feeling and feel it deep in their souls, and the intense and wild kind of sex where he would stick it into all her holes, fucking her like crazy and making her unable to walk for days. He could imagine them having the first one, then moving to the second type. The more he thought about it, the more his dick twitched and cried for help.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “Let me go.” “Wellsy, for fuck’s sake, can you just be a little bit patient?” I stopped. “There's nothing you can say to make me feel better about this.” “Fine. See it as a threesome, that's something everyone has undeniably wanted to try out.” “Not as a normal thing, Adrian. You're telling me that every time you like a girl, you…” “No!” He cut me off like he knew what I was about to say. “It's just the sex.”

"I'm clear about my expectations. No strings, no complications." I rolled my eyes. "Of course. Heaven forbid the great Alexander Carter might have to deal with a woman's feelings." "You say that like it's a bad thing." He took another sip of coffee. "We both get what we want. They get a night with me, I get..." "Their bodies," I finished for him. "An experience," he corrected. "Mutual pleasure without the messiness of emotions." I snorted. "So romantic." "Romance is overrated. Sex isn't."

She sucked me for several minutes before she straddled me and stuffed my cock into her pussy. As Sharon began to ride me, we looked deeply into each other's eyes. This was more than just sex, there was no doubt there was a romantic connection between us. Sex is so much better when there is that connection, this was more than a needed sexual release. I grabbed Sharon's butt cheeks as she rode my cock. She would lean over at times to kiss me or to feed me her tiny tits.

I relaxed, giving them the dominance they really desired. From my right boobs, Constantine went over my left, squeezing them when he lifted his face up. Alexandro's lips kissed mine in a light kiss, I giggled. It didn't matter that they touched me so many times, I never got tired instead I was begging for more from them. That's the power my Alphas have on me when it comes to sex and romance. Constantine then trailed his tongue down my body, stopping at my navel for a moment before moving down to my wetness. I squirmed. While he steadied here, I could hear my heart pump so hard, he was just a step below me, even my pussy pulsated.

Richy kissed him back desperately, tasting his tears, his shame, and the dark, thrilling promise of what was coming. Jax broke the kiss, breathing hard. He fumbled with his jeans and freed his cock. It was thick, flushed, and already leaking. He positioned himself, the head nudging against Richy’s sore, wet opening. Richy held his breath. “Watch me,” Jax commanded, echoing the doctor’s words but making them his own. Richy looked down and watched as Jax notched himself against him. He felt the blunt, familiar stretch begin anew as Jax pushed inside.