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What happened now? I closed the distance between us, taking her hand and squeezing. “Relax, Chlo.” She sighed dramatically. “I can't.” “You two spoke for two months and have been dating for four months now. That's six months of his life he dedicated to you, if he hasn't run away by now, he's not going to." She looked at me, then laughed. “I hate that you're usually right.” I shrugged, satisfied I had eased her. “What can I say?”

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She sobbed, one hand grabbing her own tit and sucking the stiff nipple into her mouth to keep her from saying words she couldn't take back. She badly wanted to tell him how she loved him, but she wouldn't do that. Knowing Roland, he'd called off the wedding in a heartbeat. He circles her free nipples with his thumb, pinching the bud. "I wish you could read my thoughts on how I feel about you, Brianna. I love how you take every inch of me like you can't get enough." She cried around her nipple, already close to the edge. Her cunt pulsed around his cock. "Fuck...... me ......faster, I'm close." She begged.

Pretend like we didn’t miss ten years of each other’s lives. Pretend like we were ordinary lovers.

“Oh god… fuck me, Mr. Collins… please! Give me your cock!” My fingers moved frantically, curling and thrusting while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. I was so close, moaning shamelessly now. “Yes… deeper… fuck your little virgin, Mr. Collins!” The bedroom door suddenly creaked open. Ria stood there in her tiny sleep shorts and tank top, arms crossed, an amused smirk on her lips as she watched me finger-fucking myself desperately. “Wow. Screaming my dad’s name while you finger your tight little pussy? That’s next-level thirsty, Maya.”

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

she spat, tears streaming down her cheeks as she glared at him with a burning fury. A flicker of something unreadable crossed Adrian's eyes. Before she could react further, he surprised her by pulling her close, his thumb brushing away the tears staining her face. Adrian's gaze swept over Ashleigh, lingering on the tear streaks that painted her face with a strange vulnerability. Her lips, bitten raw from nervous anticipation, seemed fuller somehow. A dark memory flickered in his mind – Ashleigh, intoxicated at the resort, leaning carefree against another man. The audacity of it – so carefree in someone else's arms while she was so determined to flee him at every turn, and now, the raw hatred

His heart thundered beneath my ear. “I’ll kill him if he ever comes near you again,” Kian swore, his voice ragged. “I mean it, Violet.” I traced the strong line of his jaw with my trembling fingers, anchoring myself in the fierce, consuming love in his eyes. “You already saved me,” I whispered. “You’re the only one who ever could.” He smiled then and cupped his cheek with my palm. “I love you, gatita.” (kitten) Tears sprang in my eyes as I whispered back. “I love you, too.”

Dazed, I stammered, "That's what I meant. You show me in your own way that you love me. So love me, love me like you do, because your love is so beneficial, so benevolent and so unconditional like no other in this world!” Happy as ever, I looked at the couple, who looked at us with extreme surprise. “How long have you been going?” Krystal asked, to which I replied, “It's been almost two hours. I wanted you to hear it from us personally and not from anyone else. We probably owed you more than that."