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He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

Scarlett’s body arched in the darkness with a sensation. A slow, searing heat that started at the base of her spine and fanned outwards, a languid wildfire under her skin. She felt a hand, a man’s hand to be more precise, slide up the length of her thigh, fingers grazing skin with deliberate possession. The heavy oak desk was cold against the backs of her thighs, the stark contrast to the heat of his body a delicious shock. His mouth was at her ear, breath hot, words too blurred to understand yet devastating in their weight.

I shifted my angle, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her whole body go rigid. "OHHH! YESS! RIGHT THERE! DON'T STOP! DOCTOR! OH FUCK!" I gripped the edges of the table and leaned all my weight into her. I was jackhammering now, my cock moving like a piston inside her soaking heat. The friction was incredible, the sound of her wetness becoming a loud mess. "You're so wet for me, Desiree! You're drowning me!" I increased the speed. I was a blur of motion now. I hammered into her pussy with a relentless, rhythmic violence. The room smelled like raw, fermented sex. I could see her juices flying with every stroke, glistening on my thighs and her stomach.

Her moans filled the room, mixed with the wet sounds of our bodies. “Harder, Zaddy,” she begged, pushing her ass back against me, her pussy squeezing me tight. My hands gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, leaving red marks. I leaned forward, my chest against her back, and reached around to grab her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered. My cock slid in and out, slick with her wetness, and I felt another orgasm building, my balls tightening again. The pizza box was still on the table, the smell of it mixing with the stench of sex and sweat in the air.

My room door swung open to chaos: clothes spilling from cases, books toppled, my pink vibrator half-buried under a jumper like a guilty secret. He dumped the box on the bed, straightening with a grunt. "Right, let's get this sorted. Can't have my precious girl living in squalor." Precious girl. The words dripped possession, wrapping around me like chains. He started unpacking—methodical, strong hands ripping tape, lifting heavy textbooks one-handed. I knelt beside him, arse towards the mirror, skirt riding high as I folded tops. Every time he reached across, his knuckles brushed the side of my tit—once, twice, accidental-on-purpose. The third time, his palm grazed full-on, cupping the unders

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When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.