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“Your body doesn't lie. Your body is soaking me. Your pussy is gripping my cock so tight I can barely move. Your body wants this even if your mouth won't admit it.” He was mistaken. He had to be wrong. But I could feel it too, the slickness between my thighs, the way my walls clenched around him with every thrust, the heat pooling low in my belly despite the pain, despite the horror, despite everything. My body didn't know the difference between rape and sex. My body just knew it was being filled, and it was responding the only way bodies know how.

CHAPTER 51. THE RELENTLESS STORM SELENE'S POV "Fuck, fuck." The word tears from my throat, a raw, ragged sound, yet it’s drowned out, absorbed by the relentless rhythm of his body against mine. I’m crying out loud, guttural pleas, desperate whimpers, but he doesn’t give me a chance to breathe, not even a single, fleeting gasp. He moves faster, a primal force, pounding into me, slamming his hips against mine with an unyielding power that leaves me breathless and utterly consumed. The sound of our skins, slick with sweat and desire, is getting louder, a wet, rhythmic slapping that echoes through the room. It’s much, *much* wetter than before, a lewd, visceral symphony that reverberates through

Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine my quiet, efficient secretary, the one who always hid behind corporate suits, was actually a sexy hottie who was craving me. I turned to her. Her chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, her nipples still hard and proud, begging for my touch. It wasn’t my first time with a woman, but it was, without question, the best. And I already knew I wanted more. She caught me staring, and a soft smile curved her lips. “You fuck real good,” she whispered still panting I smirked, my gaze shamelessly glued to her chest. My hand slid over and closed around one perfect peak, teasing and rolling it between my fingers until she gave a sharp intake of breath.

deliciously dangerous, I want to have sex Alina! Get in girl.

“Fuck, is like a curse word but it is also a slang for sex, and sex is a physical act of intimacy between two people that involves the male cock and the female vagina for pleasure, and it can also be the process of making babies.” “So, you have a cock? And if you put it inside me, we could make babies?” she asked innocently, making me groan. “Yes.” I rubbed a hand on my face, adjusting my dick, stirring at her innocence. “Can we do sex?” she asked, and my breath hitched. “People in my book do it a lot and they’re not even married, but we are.” She looked at me expectantly. “What kind of book is that?” I asked, blinking at her.

She began dragging me to assorted ball games and had me lusting after the exact guys I knew were the worst. I managed to keep myself hidden from college men until Maddux. He was a soccer player, and somehow, he saw straight through my rumpled appearance and quirky glasses. I held out against dating him for a month. His persuasive tactics included lots of flexing muscle that drew out my wild muscle-crazy side. The man excelled at making shirtless look like a fashion trend. A few weeks later, I was flat on my back in his bed. I enjoyed the sex more than I had with Conner, but still, something was missing. That sizzling something other girls talked about when it came to sex. I didn't get it. Se

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”

” Quinn screamed at the top of her lungs. “I'm your cowboy, Baby! Massimo is all the cowboy you need. You juicy, sexy, red headed bitch!” “You nasty, naughty, freaky, bad boy! Fuck me! Fuck me!” I was perplexed she had enough breath or mind power to form words. She wasn't muttering them either. She was hollering. I thought they'd wake up the whole hotel. Massimo finally noticed that Phaedra and I were watching. “Good morning lovely ladies! Would you like to join us for a morning fuck?” He was still effortlessly tossing Quinn up and down his fuck rod. Phaedra and I looked at each other. We were thinking the same thing. The sex was fabulous. The dick was divine but we had had enough. Our pussi

I watched as she took out a couple of popcorn from the kitchen cabinet and I was about to lend her a hand when I noticed a note pinned against their refrigerator. I frowned and read it loudly, "An advice for my Quinn today: Don't forget the dirty talks you tolerantly trained for a year from the mythological Sexopedia we discovered thousands of years ago under my bed. Love lots, K.S.?" I turned to Quinn confused and I found her gaping at the note with a shocked expression on her face. "Who's K.S.?" I asked, trying not to think of the horrible idea of this person was talking about on the note. My Quinn? Sexopedia? Dirty talks? It seemed like this person was making a sexual point.