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I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, his eyes shut tight, his body shaking as he bit his lip to keep from screaming. "Right there, Big Daddy! Right there! Oh yesss!" I screamed as Preston scrambled my insides. He was a beast, a monster, and I was his willing victim. He let out a final, guttural roar of pleasure as he reached his peak, his entire body tensing as he blasted his hot, thick, sticky load deep inside my belly, filling me to the brim. We lay there for a moment, panting and slick with sweat. Preston leaned down, giving me a hard, sloppy kiss before pulling out of me with a loud, wet plop.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

“Do you want me to show you what I do with my prey?” Her eyes widened. “What are you?” He smiled then, a terrible and beautiful thing. “A man. A monster. A beast who waited too long to claim something soft.” And then comes the heat. His mouth crushed hers, one hand fisting in her robe and yanking it open as if it offended him. His tongue parted her lips, not tentative but hungry, searching, claiming. She moaned, hips bucking toward his body. She hadn’t expected the burn. The desperate heat between her thighs.

Tina's Pov The library had emptied hours ago, and a storm raged outside. Unlocking my phone, I sent a quick text to Mark stating I was going to wait it out instead of driving in the rain. I should have busied myself with catalogues but instead I'd slipped to my office, cunt still pulsing angrily at being unsatisfied. Pulling out my darkest, twisted book, I opened it to my favourite page. My eyes scanned the words. "....he pinned her wrists above her head while his friend's cock shoved into her protesting pucker. She wailed and trashed. Her voice hoarse from begging as he shoved three fingers up her oozing pussy ....."

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Her moist pussy, swollen pussy lips and sexy legs made my penis throb. The stair well is warm and clammy from a steam pipe hissing steam as I approached this goddess. The steam made her smooth skin glisten as beads of sweat cascaded down her skin. Her body jumps as I run my hands up her cafes, my breathe is short as I enjoy the feel of her softness.

"So, how about you join me for a story? This one's got some... interesting parts." The Beast raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Interesting how?" He leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. Belle had a way of drawing him out, making him feel less like a beast and more like a man. She flipped to a chapter she'd bookmarked, one that described a couple lost in the throes of intense attraction. The words on the page painted vivid pictures: lovers entwined in a moonlit room, their breaths mingling, hands exploring with eager tenderness. It was steamy, full of building heat and whispered promises, but far from anything harmful just pure, electric chemistry.

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.