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Heath smiled soothingly, but Miriam knew she would be eaten whole tonight. Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

😅 At least the main two smuts will be posted in their full explicit detail. Though, there might be a couple of smutty parts that happened during the main plotline that might fade into black on Good Novel. And everything that happened after the plotline and isn’t relevant for the future plot will be written into extras that will be available in the published version only. The list of currently planned extras (S tag means it will definitely include smut): * [S] Noah’s and Levi’s honeymoon * [S] Levi and Noah going dolphin riding again * [S] a day in Levi’s and Noah’s married life, several years later.

We stayed locked like that, we are sweaty, shaking, panting, his softening length still buried to the hilt, my legs trembling, my cum-slick thighs were quivering. “What the fuck is going on here?” Damon’s voice cut through the haze like a blade. We froze, we were still joined, my breasts still exposed, his hand still cupping my dripping cunt, the unmistakable scent of sex thick in the training room air.

I_pooped JuSt wAtTpAd What about the smut you read? Will_the_devil Um... What's smut? Quinn_beach (Quinn) Bro, please, you can't use the innocent card anymore. Will_the_devil Seriously, I have no idea what a smut is. I just read the books that Caleb suggested me to. He said it will educate me about everything I need to know. The_real_prince_charming Okay, Will...can we know the names of these books you read? Cereal_killer (Caleb)

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

The campus quad shimmered under a warm spring sun when I spotted her in the student union. Mary. Same scarlet cardigan, same thick book, same impossible breasts pressed against the table edge as she read. Her legs were crossed beneath, skirt riding just high enough to show the curve of one thigh. My cock stirred the instant I recognized her..two days since the confessional, and the “salvation” she’d given me had worn off like cheap whiskey. The lust was back, sharper, hungrier.

“I love reading.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re reading sex, aren’t you?” “Ew! God, no,” I shot back, trying not to laugh. “It’s a good book—with just a little smut.” “Mmm-hmm,” she hummed, amused. “Can I read it then?” “What? Hell no!” My cheeks flushed instantly. She tisked and shook her head. “You’re reading smut.” I groaned. “You’re so annoying.”

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

A well-fucked, owned slut. I tried to have a normal morning. I made coffee. I sat on the couch with my mug, trying to scroll through my phone like any other Saturday. But every shift in position made my sore holes protest. Every sip of coffee reminded me of the taste of Sinclair’s cum still faintly lingering in my memory. My phone buzzed on the table. I already knew who it was before I looked. Mr. Alec Sinclair. My stomach twisted with a sick mixture of dread and dark, shameful excitement. I stared at the screen, heart already racing.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.