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With one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, both of them groaning at the sensation. They moved together, their bodies slamming against the brick wall as they lost themselves in the primal rhythm of their coupling. Olivia’s nails raked down Christian’s back, her cries of pleasure echoing off the alley walls. He pounded into her harder, faster, driven by the need to claim her, to make her his. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. “I’m going to fill you up, baby. I’m going to make you mine.”

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WARNING: Erotica, Taboo (Step-sibling), Power Dynamics, Choking, Spanking, Anal Sex, Double Penetration (using fingers/toys), Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies. The air in the master bedroom felt different. It was heavier, scented with my father's expensive cologne and my stepmother's floral perfume. It felt like a temple to their marriage, which made the fact that I was dragging Jade toward the center of the California King mattress feel like a holy war. We had already spent the last two hours in the shower, but I wasn't done. I was never done with her.

I pull my cardigan tighter around me, trying not to look like a woman unraveling on her fourth glass of wine. “I don’t write sex, Chloe. I write romance without all the detailed intimacy, I write about repressed trauma, losing a loved one, mystery, horror even not two people who’ve never met each other dirty talking and moan— oh God.” She takes my wine glass and replaces it with her full one. “Exactly. You’ve built an empire off tragedy. I think your readers are ready to read something based on actual pleasure or erotic tension.” “Ew. Who even reads things like that?”

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Janet could see Professor Lance sitting on the other side of the bed, stroking his d**k. Janet shut her eyes, trying to clear her mind that was becoming muddled with lust and sex. Everything about this was so wrong, yet her body was reacting to her every touch. Maria pressed her soft lips on hers and toyed with the buttons of Janet's manhandled shirt, pulling it off completely. Janet's p***y clenched as Maria began to kiss down her chest. Finally coming to a resolve internally, Janet pushed her hand through Maria's hair, pulling her closer to her. Janet took both her hands and placed them on her breasts, letting her squeeze them. God, it felt so good.

The wet slapping sounds of my balls hitting her ass echoed between the quiet bookshelves. “Fuck, Noah… you’re so deep,” she moaned, gripping the edge of the table. “Don’t stop. Ruin this pussy.” I reached down and rubbed her swollen clit fast while thrusting hard and deep. Her tits bounced wildly in her open blouse. I leaned down and sucked hard on one of her nipples, biting just enough to make her gasp. “You’re such a dirty librarian,” I groaned against her breast. “Acting all strict during the day but secretly begging for cock at night.”

His chest seemed to glisten with a light sheen of sweat as he pumped into his hand. “Rene, I’m so close.” After a minute, he grunted as cum shot onto his stomach and chest in thick streams. I wanted to lick it off, slurping and savoring the taste. I wondered how Remy would feel inside my pussy. In my mouth. In my ass. “Next time, I’m coming in that pretty mouth of yours,” he said, as if he’d read my mind. He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen.

“Look at you creaming all over Daddy’s cock, Maya. Such a greedy little virgin.” Mr. Collins groaned, picking up his speed. His hips slapped against mine harder, driving his cock deeper with every thrust, as the water cascaded over us, making everything slick and messy. Ria dropped to her knees in front of me, with water streaming down her face as she leaned in and licked where we were joined. Her tongue licking my clit and along the base of her father’s cock as he pumped in and out of me. The sensation was overwhelming, and I came earlier than expected. I cried out, my pussy clenching hard around him. “Oh fuck… yes!”