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Forever. End of book 36

Because twenty minutes earlier, while Rafael was still recovering on the couch, I had opened the Concierge app and placed a new order: Second companion. Tall. Heavily built. Tattooed. Rough and nasty. High stamina. No limits. I wanted to be greedy tonight. I had barely finished my second lobster tail when the knock came. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. “Answer the door,” I told Rafael, licking butter from my fingers.

I rolled my eyes hard enough it almost hurt, but my nipples were already tightening under my thin tank top as I sank down to the carpet. The position spread my knees apart, making the short skirt ride up until cool air hit the damp crotch of my panties. I could feel myself getting wet already, just from the way he looked down at me like I was something he could break whenever he wanted. “Read what exactly?” I muttered, grabbing the fresh paper he slid across the desk. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a slim leather book, opening it to a marked page before handing it down to me. “This classic passages, no attitude. Start now.”

"My pussy wants you again. When can we fuck?" Rachel went to the store after breakfast. Princess showed up twenty minutes later wearing a tiny tank top and shorts so short they barely covered her ass. She walked straight into the living room and pulled the tank top off. Her tits bounced free. "Lock the door," I told her. My voice came out rough. Princess clicked the lock and turned around. "I have been wet since last night," she said. She pushed her shorts down and stepped out of them. Nothing underneath. Her smooth pussy already glistened.

This pull towards him, this desire? Was it my heat? No. It couldn't be. This felt different, every of his touch sent jolts through my body, making my wolf purr uncontrollably. “Ahh, Nicholas…” his name fell from my lips. He pulled away, his face to mine. I remained in that position, naked before him, then came the sound of thunder breaking through the thick clouds, then the wind that rattled the windows and almost blew off the candle lights. The room suddenly felt too compressed as he slid his hand behind, and pressed me closer. My breath hitched as my cunt pressed against his bulge. My wolf squealed underneath, my legs parting more to take him in.

My eyes widened when I realized I had been working for almost eight hours. “Damn! That's all for today.” I yawned loudly before heading to the bathroom for a shower. After showering, I changed into shorts and a tank top. I planned to sneak downstairs, grab dinner, and return straight to my room. With that thought in mind, I tiptoed quietly. Suddenly, my steps halted, my brows furrowed tightly as I heard a low voice coming from Noah's room. It was unmistakable. I moved closer to the door, pressing my ear against it carefully.

Any extra readings you’d recommend for when the pull gets too strong to fight? Thanks, Sydney I hit send right before bed and smiled at my phone. His reply came the next morning, short and clipped. Sydney, See the syllabus for recommended texts. Stick to those. Prof. Kane *** I wore shorter skirts to his next office hours. Black pleated one that barely reached mid-thigh. Thin white tank top underneath a half-open hoodie. No bra as usual. My nipples showed just enough through the fabric if the light hit right. I walked into his office at 3:15

he says and I shake my head, refusing his threats. “Or…” he says and takes his hands completely off of me. He opens the book and flip through slowly, his fingers teasing the edge of the white pages the way I wish he would tease my hard nipples. I press my legs together, looking for a way to keep down my lust and the crazy thoughts as a drop of juice slides out of my pussy lips into the lady panties I have on. “Or…” he says again and runs his finger down the page of my last writing. Tomorrow morning is Christmas morning.

~Liliana~ The ink on the contract has barely dried when the reality of what I have done crashes over me like cold water. I stand in the middle of the guest suite that is now officially mine, staring at the walk-in closet that could swallow my entire old apartment. Clothes I haven’t chosen hang in neat rows—soft cashmere sweaters, tailored trousers, silk blouses in shades that somehow flatter my auburn hair and hazel eyes. He has everything planned out already. A note pinned to one of the hangers reads, in that same crisp handwriting: Wear what feels right. The rest can be returned. No signature. Just Mr Cavendish, efficient even in generosity.

Raphael though just raised an eyebrow, craning his neck on the other side, teasing Shaine even more. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? This is your punishment for being a very bad girl. Beg for my tongue!” He demanded while caressing her legs to tease her even more. “Please, Raphael! Eat me now! Fill me with your long tongue until I cum! I want you! I have been wanting you since the first time I laid my eyes on you, Raphael. Everytime you visit in our house, I was always pleasuring myself with my fingers thinking it was you doing that to me. And I would moan your name as I cum on your tongue, you would drink all of me and leave no drop.” Shaone confessed, and as she said all those words, Rapha