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If he heard or read something or saw it, he knew it. His second geeky habit was he read a lot. Gio had the unfortunate distinction, since the eighth-grade end of the year awards ceremony, of being the only student in the history of his school to have officially read every book in the school library. That was how he knew so much about sex and pleasing a woman. In a forgotten section of the library, he'd found a book he stole. The book was an old religious training book for engaged men called "The Act of Marriage." It was a book a pastor had written explaining how to sexually please a young groom's new wife, complete with drawings and diagrams. Gio had read that book cover to cover at least 50

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He would definitely be trying it again. Grabbing the footboard on either side of her hips, Ryan fucked her much harder. Banging and slamming his large member into her. Not wasting any time. Even though she was fucking sore, he did not care. When she signed up to have two hot blooded males fucking her, she should have considered it. It's too late now. Besides, going slow won't do either of them any good anyway, so faster it was. Also, that was just how he rolled. He would rather cut off his c**k than be a vanilla boy, going slow on his woman. Elena already knew him, he was not going to disappoint her and become soft all of a sudden.

I laughed so hard the composure I was building – of a high class woman – chartered, throwing back to Adele Ford, the simple resort owner surrounded by lovers of croissants, plus a dark erotic novel lover. I missed those days. God, I couldn't wait for this ‘honeymoon’ phase to be over so I could return to Greenville. “Hey, don't come back here empty handed. Buy as many spicy, dark, hot male lead novels as much as the capital’s bookshops hold! Also, I want spicy gist too. Create as much drama as your thick skin allows! Don't let those rich motherfuckers walk all over you, you're bigger than them now, squash them under your heels if you must!”

“How chivalrous of you, I didn’t expect for you to pick up a smut book like that to read.” “I presume you have read them too?” “I read them out of curiosity, and it was the love story is what I was more interested in. It had nothing to do with the sex scenes, it was the connection between the two characters that had me read it multiple times.” Why did I just say that to him? I’m an idiot he’s gonna know I am into those sorts of books. But for the reason I said yeah, I enjoy the smut and spice in them but it’s the romance connection that has me wanting to read them.

When he rolled off me he laughed and said, "That was okay, right? Not every girl makes a big deal out of her first time." I hated how wet that memory still made me. I should have felt angry, used, worthless. Instead my pussy kept throbbing, begging for something more. Something real. Something that would break me and put me back together. That was why I started searching online late at night. BDSM. Domination. Submission. The words alone made my nipples hard. I read stories about girls who got tied up, spanked until they cried, then fucked so deep they screamed. Men who knew how to take control. Men who made you feel like their favorite toy and their most precious slut at the same time. I wa

he growled. “But before then, I need to prep you” he rasped and got down, lying on his back. “Come lie on me and suck me well or forget about getting bricked by this cock today” he rasped out, veins coating his thighs and shoulders. I scrambled over him, my face inhaling the musky smell of sex on his cock, and shivering. I felt hot all over knowing four other hard men were watching us and the desire to give them a show burned high in me.

My body zinged with pleasure. My friends were acting wild tonight, even Sophia who was usually level headed. Right before our eyes, the men ripped off their firemen uniforms, leaving them in tiny jocks. "Waohhhhhhh......." Sally screamed, body vibrating with excitement. "Bodies are so teaa......." Shouted Georgia, eyes glassy from too many drinks. My eyes were glued on their cocks. Huge, pulsing outlines stretching against the fabric of their jocks. My mouth watered at the sight of those long, hung meats.

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

Chris chuckled again, shaking his head in seeming reluctant admiration at my skewering of Lilly's taste. Then, with a casual flick of his wrist, he revealed he was already holding his own copy of the same book tucked against his hip. "Well, looks like we were both hoping to scratch the same lascivious itch this afternoon," he proclaimed in mock scandal, brows hiking exaggeratedly. I gaped at his copy, then back up at his impish grin - stunned that he apparently shared Lilly's dubious reading tastes. Taking pity on my disbelief, he continued lightly. "Haven't you heard? Kemple's erotic romances are all the rage in certain circles right now. Everyone's dissecting the social commentary and nuan