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This coming from the guy who makes my skin hum so badly I turn into a walking vibrator. “Do you feel it now?” “Feel what?” “My ‘raw sexuality.’” “I can’t not feel it. It calls out to me, and that’s exactly why I can’t touch you again right now. If I touch you, being mad at you and wanting you this badly will end up in you coming again. Likely on my tongue.”

The wet sounds were obscene. Alex watched me with dark eyes, thrusting up to meet me. “Look at you riding your brother’s best friend’s cock in your pink bedroom. Such a naughty fucking girl.” He reached up and pinched my nipples, rolling them roughly. “Moan for me. Let me hear it.” “Ahhhh… yesss… Alex, your cock feels so good!” I moaned louder, grinding my clit against him on every downstroke. He spanked my ass in rhythm, urging me faster.

He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in one hard thrust. Sara cried out. He filled her completely, his cock stretching her walls. The sensation was intense after being so worked up. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her roughly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The desk creaked under her with every thrust. Skin slapped against skin loudly in the empty lecture hall. “Take it,” he growled. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.”

Her hips began to move slowly, taking him in and out. Their eyes were locked into each other as she slowly rode him. It wasn't one of their fucking session. It was sweet sex like lovers or mates. After a while, Reika lost control as she began to move her hips crazily, eager to meet her release. More sexy growls came from Radolf's lips who was watching her breasts bouncing all the time. It was the first time that he had the chance to see her pleased face. It was so sinfully beautiful that he didn't think that one orgasm was enough to burn the desire. He grabbed onto her hips fiercely, thrusting himself at the same time. Both of their moans echoed in the room and at the same time, their joined

"Because from what I saw today, you know nothing about seduction. Nothing about what actually makes a man want you." "Stop it," I breathed, but my body was already responding to his proximity. That same heat from last night was building again. "It's more exciting than you think," Reed said, his voice dropping lower. "Real sex. Real pleasure. Nothing like what you're doing to yourself alone in this room." He leaned over me, his hands bracing on either side of my body. I fell back against the pillows, trapped. "What are you doing?" I whispered. "Giving you an option." His lips brushed my ear. "I could teach you. Give you a proper sex education. That way, when you go after Zane, you'll actually

Again and again. We get along well sexually. That is the understatement of the century. Between us, it is a battlefield, a primal dialogue where bodies scream what mouths refuse to say. It is recognition. Anger. Possession. Hard-won submission. It is incredible. It is addictive. But it is not enough. I want more. Much more.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, group sex (MMF), and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised—triggers for size difference, intense power play, and heat-induced frenzy. CHAPTER ONE "I fucking need it," Selene was begging as she flailed around on the floor, touching herself intimately. "I fucking need a cock now," she demanded. She looked crazed with lust as her eyes devoured the two wolves, licking her lips as she continued to paw roughly at her own flesh. In fact, just moments before, she had spread her thighs wide open to give them a show as she jammed several fingers up inside herself and mewled with

“Fuck her just like that.” Leila obeyed, her fingers curling inside Elara, her palm grinding against her clit as we moved together, our bodies finding a frantic, desperate rhythm. Elara’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer, our pussies sliding against one another, our wetness mixing, dripping down to the fabric beneath us. The scent of sex was thick in the air, musky and sweet, the sound of our moans and the slick, obscene slide of our bodies filling the studio.

His cock jerked inside me, pressing deeper, harder. Rylan started thrusting—long, steady strokes that drove Jaxon up into me every single time. I matched the rhythm, rising and falling, feeling the chain reaction: Rylan fucking Jaxon, Jaxon fucking me, every slap of skin echoing louder than the last. Sweat dripped from Rylan’s chest onto Jaxon’s stomach, mixing with mine. The room smelled like pure sex again—salt, musk, the sharp bite of lube, the wet sounds of bodies colliding over and over. “Fuck him deeper,” I gasped, voice wrecked. “So I can feel it in me—please—”