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Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

⚠️❗️ Content Warning ❗️⚠️ This book contains mature themes and situations that may not be suitable for all readers. It includes strong language, explicit sexual content, and scenes of intense passion. It also depicts violence, emotional manipulation, and other adult situations that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This story is intended for mature audiences only. ---------- "Mmmm..." Summer moaned softly, her body arching in pleasure as Alexander's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in her. His hands roamed over her curves, caressing and squeezing her soft flesh.

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Dan sat down with a grin curling on his lips as he muttered to himself, “Best lesson I’ve ever taught." Another Book coming soon. More steamy, filthy, forbidden and brutal domination.

My creamy creampie now coating all over it. My pace heightened more, my voice loud and resounding as I got close to cumming. My pussy juice drooled down into my ass crack, legs wide open, the other hanging above my head with a steadying hold. “Awwww,” I screamed as my body convulsed with sudden tightness. My stomach stiffened, releasing and contracting with each breath I pushed out. A warm, electric sensation washed through my entire body. My milky cum leaked out of my pulsing pussy in thick waves, down my ass crack, like it was an overflowing ice cream machine.

Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.

Grandma led me, naked, down the short hallway to her bedroom. I stood in her doorway, naked with the hardest erection I've ever had. The situation was so erotic and forbidden, I was so horny, being under the spell of this older mature woman, my Grandma. Grandma walked slowly to her big King sized bed, I watched as her plump mature ass cheeks rolled from side to side. She looked back at me with a lustful smile as she lowered herself onto the bed. What she did next sent blood surging through my whole body straight to my already steel-hard cock. She got on the bed on her elbows and knees and then arched her back sticking her big plump mature ass out. She spread her legs like she was in a Yoga p

Trigger Warning: Explicit sexual content, beast-human romance, delayed pleasure, dominance, restraints, power play, and consensual use of sex toys. . . The rain fell heavy over the crimson hills of Caldrith, thick as blood against the towering iron gates that shielded the Beast King’s domain.

ALPHA BENIDON Ben’s hands gripped my waist tighter, fingers digging in as he groaned. “That’s it… ride me just like that.” His hips bucked up to meet me, driving deeper and making me gasp sharply. I started slamming down harder, chasing the building ecstasy. My own cock bobbed between us, painfully hard and leaking. I clenched around his thick length on every downstroke, feeling him twitch and throb inside me. Sweat slicked our bodies again, the coffee-bean scent mixing with pure sex in the air. My muscles tired quickly…the stretch, the rhythm, the overwhelming fullness, but I pushed through, grinding and bouncing with desperate need.

I climbed the stairs on trembling legs, each step sending fresh waves of searing need crashing through my body. The heat clawed at my insides like a living thing, demanding to be sated. My skin burned, slick coating my thighs with every movement, and my core throbbed painfully empty. Lorenzo’s bedroom door was ajar at the end of the hall. I pushed it open, the heavy alpha scent inside—woodsmoke, cedar, and undeniable power—hitting me like a drug. It only made the ache worse.