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I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. 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.

He glanced up at us and his lips tugged into an almost smile. “You’re cooking?” Ros arched a brow. As soon as Dom returned a nod, she sped into the kitchen. “Oh, hell no! I’m not eating shit by you.” “I’m not that terrible of a cook, so move aside,” Dom said, but Ros didn’t listen and pinched his arm. “Stop it! You’re not a good cook, either.” “At least, mine’s better than yours.” Ros turned to me and asked, “Would you rather eat burned lasagna or one with extra grated cheese and spice?”

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Everything about her drives me insane—her boldness, her mischievous smile, the way she breathes, the way she walks, the way she talks—fucking everything. I answer, “Absolutely. Because today I’m going to fuck you in every damn corner of this library.” I suck and flick my tongue over her hard nipple while my hand massages her other breast. Her body arches into me, her fingers tangling in my hair as she moans my name. Fuck. The sound is enough to drive me insane. Raising my head, I meet her gaze, my hand still squeezing her soft assets. “They must have only fucked you between the shelves, but I’ll fuck you in every damn corner of this library, Little Miss.”

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

“Can I even complain? What do you think I should do?” No reply. Just constant movement. I turned to Roxy. “What about you Roxy?” She yawned then licked at my hands. “Sorry if I'm boring you. I don’t have that much entertainment to offer besides these crappy romance novels” —I raised a red hard cover book I was with— “that are crazily interesting. The stakes are absolutely ridiculous but honestly I have to fuel the delusional antics because I picked them up. And I'm sure you’re tired of hearing me talk about them already.”

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.