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“Here. Now. Fucking me in this chair while the city counts down outside.” His laugh was dark, velvet. “Then keep reading.” I opened the book again—trembling fingers turning pages. I read aloud, voice shaky. “‘He pushed her thighs wider, licked a slow stripe up her center, tasting her arousal…’” Rhys groaned. Low. Primal. I kept reading. Kept touching. The words blurred with sensation—my fingers faster now, slick, desperate. When I reached the part where the stranger entered her, I gasped.

Chapter 3 Everything comes back in messy little pieces. The annoying buzz of the lights, the way the sticky table is glued to my sweaty back and thighs, the gross-sweet smell of leftover soy sauce mixed with sex hanging heavy in the room. My body feels wrecked in the best way, all loose and melty, like I sank into the wood. My pussy’s still fluttering from that last orgasm, tiny aftershocks that make me clench my teeth and breathe funny. I don’t wanna move. I could just lie here forever, floating in this warm haze.

His warm mouth engulfs the head, and he takes me down inch by inch until the whole thing is buried inside him. We work our mouths in tandem, our tongues gliding over each other, our moans muffled by the hard cocks between our lips. We lick and slurp and suck like there’s no tomorrow, the wet sounds echoing through the steamy room. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and we slide against each other like two giant, slippery eels. I leak a constant stream of precum, which Diesel eagerly swallows. His Adam’s apple works overtime, and his stubbled chin glistens with my fluids. He must be loving the taste, judging by the way his cock is throbbing in my mouth.

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, but sometimes

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews. Most of his stories were about older women with guys his age and Miss Linda had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of his female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as his favorite teacher. Yes Miss Linda had been the nasty little cougar in his mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, he had even joined her writing discussion group. While the other half dozen students sat and discussed their stories and other

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

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.

My ass burns, but the ache has turned into fire—sweet, unbearable fire that makes my body quake. “Fuck, her ass is sucking me like it wants to drain my balls dry,” he snarls. “She’s loving it,” the one in my pussy pants, grinding deep. “Her cunt’s dripping all over me. You hear that? She’s soaking us both.” Every thrust makes the filthiest, sloppiest sounds, filling the air with the smell of sex so thick it engulfs me. I can’t stop trembling. I’m shaking like my body knows what’s coming before I do.