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Jasmine's life takes an unexpected turn when she swaps books with Robin Nasir, the popular and wealthy boy at Coastal Field Royal. She visits his mansion to retrieve her irreplaceable first edition of Pride and Prejudice, but finds herself drawn into an intense and passionate encounter. ************************* The library at Coastal Field Royal was a sanctuary of silence, its towering shelves lined with leather-bound tomes and the faint scent of aged paper. It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of knowledge, that Jasmine’s life took an unexpected turn.

The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie. I don't know what was more intense for me, his grunts or that Mr. Sinclair was watching us with a satisfied smirk, his own cock bulging at the erotic display. He was stroking the length of his hardened rod, his eyes never leaving mine. "That's it," he purred, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Make her come on your cock." As if on command, I shattered, my pussy clamping down around Desmond like a vice I came with a scream of his name. He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a low groan.

“You’re joking. You think you can just walk in here and tell me what to do with my own fucking life?” “I don’t think. I know.” He closed the booklet and slid it away. His biceps flexed with the small movement and I hated how my eyes followed it. “I’ve protected spoiled little rich girls before. They all fought at first. Then they learned.” Spoiled little rich girl? The words hit me. My pussy throbbed anyway, a sick pulse of want mixing with the rage. I wanted to slap that smug look off his face and then maybe ride his thigh until I came just to prove I wasn’t some fragile thing he could control.

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

He asked, gently sliding the linen on my skin and I shuddered in pleasure. “I do.” “Give me a safe word.” He said, covering my sight with the black linen until all I could see was black mixed with red from the lights. “Vanilla,” I responded as his fingers caressed my neck and then made their way to my lips. Without hesitation, I took his index finger into my mouth, then his middle finger, and sucked on them as if my life depended on them. “Fuck.” Davin whispered in satisfaction. “Why vanilla?” “That's my favorite scent,” I replied after he took his fingers out of my mouth and he hummed slightly in understanding.

He could just extend his tongue to pop a ripe grape into his mouth like Caesar, or kiss the soft soles of his mother's gorgeous delicate feet. 'Fun meals' were a play on words from that restaurant chain. Some might not like this, but I saw what I saw. Whether it was a burger, or cocktail shrimp, the dish rested on the softly rippling abs of his in-shape mother. What made them a 'fun meal' was that the condiments were, umm, on top of her feminine place entrance. Yes, he was dipping shrimp there and delighting in them. Some would find it incredibly off-putting but others (myself included) would find it absolutely riveting.

Lila’s POV The university’s bell has finally rang after waiting for almost two hours for this boring subject. I never liked math. For me, that was the most boring subject ever. Numbers, after numbers, and then numbers again. Tsk tsk. All I want to learn is cocks and cocks and dick. Smirking at my own thoughts, I took all my things and immediately left our room. The next subject is my favorite one. Not because I actually love the subject, but because our Prof is so hot I want to bed him even for a night.

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“Fuck, Tatum. Let me come. Please.” “Not yet,” Tatum whispered against her folds. “Tell me how much you crave this rivalry. Say it.” Her voice was thick with lust. She added a third finger and sucked harder on Sloane’s clit. Emotions crashed through Sloane. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on. The hatred fueled everything. “I crave it,” Sloane gasped finally. “I crave beating you. Fucking you. Hating you like this.”