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This was the small house he had built specially for her. Over the years, he had often said he was busy with pack business. In truth, he had spent that time here. At first, he had covered every detail, even buying off the Beta beside him. Later, when he realized I never asked about it, he grew bolder. That night, Judy prepared dinner. Samson sat nearby reading picture books and kept begging Lawson to tell him stories. This used to be the scene that made Lawson feel most relaxed, but now he had little interest. Instead, he felt irritated for no clear reason.

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Spit ran from the corners of my mouth onto the wood. “Condition notes for the binding,” he said next, still thrusting in slow, relentless rhythm. “Speak.” I tried to obey between the wet sounds of him fucking my throat. My voice broke on the words. He only pushed deeper, one hand steadying the back of my head, the other braced on the table beside my face. The rare botanical plates stared up at me while I was used like a quiet, obedient sleeve for his cock. When a louder moan escaped me helplessly, wet, he pulled free. A thin string of spit connected my lower lip to the head of his cock. My chest was heaving. My eyes were glassy.

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I scrolled through the limited selection of DVDs—mostly action flicks and thrillers that made me know it was his taste, until one caught my eye. Fifty Shades of Grey. I'd heard about it from friends back home, all giggles and whispers about the steamy scenes, but I'd never watched it because of my sheltered life and all that. Tonight, with frustration bubbling under my skin and that lingering heat I felt from Viktor's earlier grab, it felt like the perfect rebellion. I popped it in, cranked the volume high to drown out the silence of the cabin, and settled onto the couch, pulling a blanket over my lap for some semblance of coziness.

“Clenching around me like your pussy was made for my hand. Maybe it was. Maybe that’s why you can’t stay away from me. Hm princess?” My eyes slid shut, humiliation and ecstasy moulding together inside of me. Adrian dragged his soaked fingers out of me, only to slap it lightly against my clit. My back arched, pleasure running through my spine as I moaned against his palm. “Open your mouth.” With my mind in a daze, I obeyed and he shoved those same soaked fingers in between my lips. The taste of myself coated my tongue, filthy but intoxicating. “Such a good girl for me,” He smirked. “Now, suck.”

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

Jax railed her mercilessly, his hips slapping against her small ass. “Such a tight little whore,” he taunted. “Even after the first load your cunt is still gripping me like a vice. You ordered pizza but now you’re getting your womb pumped full of stranger cum. Beg for it, slut. Tell your friends how much you love being bred like a cheap Asian toy.” “I love it!” Mia sobbed with pleasure. “I love being your cheap Asian breeding toy! Pump your hot cum into my tight little womb! Knock me up! I want to feel your seed leaking out of me for days while I go to lectures!”

He thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, making my orgasm build embarrassingly quick. Gavin thrusts a little faster, leaning over to whisper. "Do you like that babygirl?" I bite my lip and nod my head slowly. He smiles, and whispers. "Do you want to cum on my fingers babygirl? Let me taste you!" A soft moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes, nodding my head. He thrusts a little faster, pressing hard on my clit and my eyes fly open. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum, on the couch, watching a scary movie, with my brother's dad's fingers inside me. The worst part, I am loving everything he is making me feel right now.

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