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she whimpered. “You’re such a dirty girl, coming over for your boyfriend’s cock while he’s playing with his stepsister,” I growled, biting her nipple gently. Lillian’s fingers made wet sounds as she fingered Gabrielle faster. I could hear how soaked she was. Gabrielle’s legs started shaking within minutes. Her moans grew louder and more desperate until she came hard on Lillian’s hand, her body convulsing, a broken cry tearing from her throat as fresh juices gushed over my stepsister’s fingers.

Shadow raised her head to smell it, her big brown eyes curious, but upon finding it to be nothing other than frustrating ideas, she resettled. It had seemed so easy at first glance. Audrey and Ray had fallen in love once; I knew they could do it again. I had buzzed through my shift, sprinted home, and hopped on the computer for research. Fast forward two hours and I had no results. Everything I found was either too complex or too reminiscent of “The Parent Trap”. I had no idea how to get these two people to fall in love, let alone how to get them in the same room. My balloon of hope and excitement was quickly deflating, reality a slow leak sinking it. My phone chimed, and the noise startled

I pinched and twisted my sensitive breasts, pretending it was his mouth. I slid two fingers into my dripping hole, pumping them in and out while my thumb rubbed my clit faster. “Yes… fuck me, Professor,” I whimpered, adding a third finger, stretching myself as I imagined his much bigger cock splitting me open. My hips bucked wildly against my hand, juices running down my thighs as I got lost in the fantasy…him pinning me down, pounding me senseless, filling me with his hot cum. I came hard, moaning his name loudly, my pussy clenching around my fingers. But even after my orgasm, I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted the real thing.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

I'm Jessica Blake an 19 year old single exchange student, originally from Amsterdam about to start studying History in Italy for the upcoming year. I love everything about old history, call me an old romantic but I just do and I love romance as well. Anyways, what I did not know in advance was that my life was about to change forever..... He's her teacher...HER forbidden desire!! *&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&

"You're disgusting! Get out of my way!" He hadn't expected me to curse him out, and his face darkened instantly. Without hesitation, I shoved him aside, took Jordan's hand, and headed straight out. Livio froze, staring as we walked away. Then he exploded. "Diane Ward, this is pathetic! You really think faking a marriage will force my hand?" "Fake marriage?" I snorted. "Whatever you say." His lips pressed into a thin line. "This has gone far enough! It was just a dumb bet. Do you have to make a fool of yourself like this?"

I can't remember how many times I came in her but by the end her pussy was overflowing with cum. The next day we celebrated further by going out on a romantic date. At each place we visited we found somewhere to suck or fuck. At dinner in a fancy restaurant I had my foot massaging her soft wet cunt under the table. While strolling around town, a few times she would pull me into an establishment's empty bathroom in order to have me pump a fresh load of my cum into her mouth, pussy or ass.

“I owe you an apology for last night.” Elena blinked. “You tracked me down just to say sorry?” “Not exactly.” His voice lowered, all calculation. “I have a proposal.” Her stomach dipped. “Proposal?” “A mutually beneficial arrangement,” he said. “You pretend to be my girlfriend for a few months. In return, I’ll make sure your career takes off—connections, recommendations, funding. Whatever you need. You’d be set.” For a beat she could only stare. Then laughter—sharp and incredulous—burst out of her. “You nearly ran me over, and now you want me to fake-date you? Are you serious?”

And once I let myself want Kai, there’s no going back. He keeps telling me we can’t. That it’s wrong. That our parents can never know. But every time he pulls away, I see the truth in his eyes … he wants me just as badly. And the more he fights it, the harder it becomes to stay away. I’m done being the good girl. And I’m done pretending I don’t want my stepbrother to ruin me. ———- Prologue POV Isla Bennett Mercer I used to be good at pretending.

“And if it turns out we’re better at faking than feeling?” Cassian gave her a crooked smile. “Then we fake it all the way to forever. But something tells me... this? This isn’t fake.” And for once, she didn’t run. She leaned in. And kissed him like she believed him. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate or hungry, though maybe it could’ve been. Eden had spent days choking down every feeling, burying attraction under sarcasm, layering truth beneath survival. But this kiss—this one?—was calm.