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Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

“Soaked. My pussy’s been aching for days. And after what I saw tonight… I need it rough.” We moved to a dark corner booth, away from prying eyes. The moment we sat down, his mouth was on mine….hungry, demanding. His tongue invaded my mouth as his big hand gripped my waist, pulling me against him. I moaned into the kiss, straddling his thigh and grinding my dripping core against the hard muscle there. The friction against my clit made me whimper. “Fuck, you’re burning up,” he growled against my lips. His hand slid under my dress, fingers brushing my soaked lace panties. “No wonder you’re desperate. You’re drenched.”

Elena stood in the middle of their luxurious living room, still wearing nothing but her ruined lace panties, her body a map of another man’s desire. The morning light streamed through the tall windows, illuminating every dark hickey, every bite mark, every faint bruise left by Damien Vale’s powerful hands. She felt raw, sore, and strangely empowered.

She was on her knees in the study, those big doe eyes looking up at me as she took my cock deeper into her throat. I woke up leaking precum, sheets ruined. No other woman compares. I’ve fucked a few since she left—cold, empty encounters—but they all pale. I want her innocence corrupted by me. Want to teach her how to ride a man’s face until she floods my tongue. Want to fill her womb with load after load until she’s marked as mine forever. Her nipples tightened against the lace of her bra. Elena shifted in the chair, one hand unconsciously drifting to the hem of her sundress. The silk whispered against her thighs as she read on, the journal detailing fantasies that grew darker and more posse

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”

I asked. “Another one of his historical smuts.” Henry replied, raising his voice to grab Ron’s attention. “This is fine historical literature not smut.” I snorted at that. “Fine historical literature my ass.” Henry said. Hen was right. I had once searched for a book in Ron’s vast library that did not involve a Duke being wickedly seduced by a temptress or a Highlander spilling his seeds into a moaning fair maiden and had not found any. Not that I was complaining, they were quite educative.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

In this case, he could only hold himself back and give her time to accept him slowly. They laid down on the bed, and he asked, "Do you girls like to read domineering CEO related novels?" "They're alright. I prefer reading ancient romance novels," Wrenna said. "Some of those domineering CEO romance novel titles are related to spoiling the girl, but in fact, they turn out to be heart-tormenting. I don't like to read those types of stories." Charles thought to himself, "Ancient romance novels? What the hell is that?"

I felt light-headed by the fourth kiss which lingered longer. He picked me up easily dropping me on the oak table, our eyes locked in a lustful dance. His eyes were a radiant blue storm that threatened to rage on for eternity. I wanted to rip his shirt apart just as it happened in porn videos but I tugged it over his head instead. It was more natural that way. His chest had curly hair spread evenly within a tight-muscled belly. My finger rolled waves down his navel. He jerked. Coach Calton's body looked like he had been created to go against the Greek gods themselves. His sexual energy burned my skin making me wince.

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!! *&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&