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Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

"Yes... yes..." She imagined him leaning over her, his body covering hers, his weight pressing her into the chair. The fantasy was so vivid, so real, that she could almost feel his weight on her. She could smell the scent of him, crisp and clean, with a hint of old books and rain. She imagined his breath hot against her neck as he whispered, "You're so tight around me."

Thick spit spilled from the corners of my mouth and ran down my neck as I choked around him. He kept pushing deeper until my nose pressed flush against his stomach. I couldn’t breathe. My hands clutched at his thighs but he held me there, grinding and rolling his hips so his cock stayed buried deep in my throat. The thick length pulsed against the tight walls as he groaned loudly above me. “Ahh…yes…” His voice was rough, almost strained. He kept me locked in place, nose against him, cock rolling deep in my throat while I gagged and struggled for air, spit pouring down my chin.

I'll have to try that. As planned we stopped and got some male love supplies and some wine that said celebration all over it. We were kind of crushing on each other. Not just a fuck me kind of thing. He had a nice place for a teacher. When we closed the front door we went into full lovers mode. Couldn't take our hands off each other and were nude opening the wine in the kitchen in seconds. As he was opening the wine I was rubbing my cock up his ass crack. He looked over his shoulder and told me he could barely wait. I was thinking I wanted him in me first but, I really wanted to pleasure him. He looked masculine in his thong, like a body builder without the muscles but a great ass and full p

We cooked when the hunger for food finally overtook the hunger for each other, standing half-naked in the small kitchen. “You’re going to burn the toast again if you keep looking at me like that,” I told him on the second morning, spatula in one hand while his palm slid under the borrowed shirt I was wearing and cupped my bare ass. “I like watching you try to cook with my hand on you,” he answered, voice already rough, and then he turned me around, lifted me onto the counter, and fucked me right there with the smell of coffee and slightly burnt toast filling the air, my legs locked around him and my moans mixing with the soft curses he kept spilling against my mouth.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.

If I'd thought any of the magic of last night's kisses had been due to alcohol, or the lateness of the hour, that idea was wiped away as the energy of her flowed through me as her lips moved over mine. I stepped away. "It's good to see you." I could see the lust in her eyes, and the way she was looking at me made me almost shudder with pleasure. But I was hungry, and as I inhaled, the smell of turmeric and other spices filled my nose. "That smells incredible Taylor. You are going to feed me, right?"

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

A steamy kitchen tryst ignites as Emily finds herself caught between the intense desires of Lucas and Jake. Their passion builds, leading to a breathless, synchronized coupling. The room echoes with their pleasure, and Emily's release is explosive. ************************************* The kitchen was a mess, but no one cared. Dishes piled in the sink, a half-empty bottle of wine sat on the counter, and the air was thick with the scent of desire. Emily leaned against the cool granite, her breath hitching as Lucas's hands slid up her thighs, fingers tracing the delicate lace of her panties.