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“Guilty. I’m about to get in a cab, talk soon, though, okay?” “Of course.” I end the call and go inside to stretch and shower. Then I get something to eat and go back upstairs. Lying down in bed, I grab a book and plan on reading a few chapters, escaping into a fictional world and not thinking about ex-boyfriends or ex-fiancés or anything of the sort. This fictional land full of witches and sexy vampires is much more exciting, anyway.

As if even dust were ashamed to invade this place. Sumire squinted her eyes when she was finally inside. 'It's so shiny!' Everything inside seemed to be sanitized, and even the air inhaled seemed to have been sterilized. The office has a hospital scent that lingers inside with alcohols and an anti-bacterial refreshener. The design of the office suite is very simple. It has only small embellishments that scintillate into silver-white. The office suite was also spacious. Sumire wanders around, eyes perusing each corner. On the right side of the office wall, is an oversized bookshelf containing Science Criminalistic books and many more with a white cover. They are all arranged in their sizes, f

“Suck it while I ride your cock.” Max latched on, sucking her nipple hard as she picked up speed again. The chair creaked under them. Her juices ran down his balls. She rode him faster, moaning right in his ear, calling him her dirty little informant, her broken criminal slut. After another edge that left him cursing and shaking, Val stood up, turned around, and sank back down reverse cowgirl. She reached for the file she’d brought in earlier and opened it on the table while bouncing on his dick.

I could still hear her laughing as I escaped. Crazy woman. The second I shut my door, I dropped dramatically on my bed and groaned into my pillow. This was a disaster. A complete disaster. My phone buzzed. I rolled over and grabbed it from my nightstand. It was a text from Selene. SELENE — Ashford Dirty Pot just posted a picture of you and Mr. Sexy Psychopath kissing. I zoomed in on the picture. It was clear we were eating each other's faces. But at the same time… it felt real.

Ronan barks then he slaps my tits and murmurs, “Dirty girl. You’re pleased you’ve got men twice your age jerking off, aren’t you?” That does it. I cry out as my orgasm crashes into me and it’s so good, I squirt all over the place, splashing the floor, the man sitting closest to us and ruining the table further. When I finally come down from my high, I see that the entire room is silent with shock and I freeze as well. I’m almost too scared to look down. I don’t need anyone to tell me I’ve ruined Ronan’s expensive pants. Damn it. I’m in deep fucking shit.

I emptied myself into her, my hips jerking and my breath torn from my chest. I stayed there, pulsing, and still filling her, until the last tremor faded then I pulled out slowly with a wet pop, my cock slick with the both of us. She lay there, panting, her body limp and her legs till open. I looked at the mess we'd made —books on the floor, her torn panties, and the wet spot on the table between her thighs. I helped her sit up and steadied her when she swayed. I tucked myself back into my trousers, straightened my tie, and picked up my briefcase.

My AirPods were blasting dark, sensual music as I read one of my dirtiest books. I couldn’t stay quiet. “Fuck…” I moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Oh my god, yes…” Two of my fingers slid inside me as I kept rubbing my swollen clit with my other hand. “Mmm… please… fuck me harder,” I whimpered reading out what the female lead said in the book, eyes fluttering shut. My hips were grinding against my hand desperately. “Yes… just like that… I’m such a dirty little slut…”

I was shaking all over now, sweat slicking my lower back and making my shirt stick to me, my thighs trembling hard under his strong grip. Every tiny vibration pushed me right to the edge and held me there, desperate and pulsing and so close I could taste it. My mind would not stop spinning on how filthy this whole thing was. His name permanently inked on my inner thigh, so close to my pussy that anyone who ever ate me out or fucked me would see it. And I loved it. I loved how possessive it felt, how dirty it made me feel. “Last letter,” he murmured, leaning in even closer so his warm breath blew right across my glistening, swollen folds.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

"You're very wet, aren't you? What kind of a nasty girl gets this wet from playing with her bottom? You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?" She moaned. "Yes. I'm a dirty, nasty, filthy girl." "What do I need to do to make my dirty girl come for me?" "Just don't stop," she whimpered, writhing under my touch. I pushed my finger deeper into her ass, pumping it in and out, while my other hand was pushing, pumping, twisting inside of her pussy. I felt the trembling start, then uncontrollable quivering. Her legs were stretched out, muscles rock hard. She cried out, ass cheeks clenching, coming hard for me. I eased my fingers out of her, and rubbed her pink cheeks gently.