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Hot water cascaded over us, steam rising quickly around our bodies. The kiss deepened, growing more intense. I felt so small beneath him, his larger frame crowding me against the tiles as water sluiced down our skin. Every brush of his tongue sent sparks racing through me. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, eyes dark with lust. “Let me clean you up,” he whispered hotly against my ear, lips grazing the sensitive shell, “so you can ride me.” My cheeks and ears burned fiercely. I could only nod, body already responding to the promise in his words.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Breaking and Entering, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The morning of the third day was different. The air in our cottage was thick with a tension I couldn't quite soothe with honeyed words. Lyra sat at the small kitchen table, her hands trembling as she held her mug. She didn't look at me. She looked at the bruises on her wrists-pale yellow rings that I had licked and kissed just hours ago.

Gosh! I had never thought of him that way. In my dreams, he had always been his young self. But to imagine what he looked like as a man, all grown up with a deep masculine voice… Just the thought sent shivers down my spine. Was this the kind of man I would fall for? Those heterochromia eyes, blue and green, staring fixatedly at the person he loved, and those lips… Heat raced up on my face. Gosh! I was being ridiculous. I was already twenty-one years old, a fully grown adult. I shouldn’t be fantasizing about a man in broad daylight.

Sarah’s hand lazily traced circles on my stomach, her full breasts pressed against my side. But the hunger in her eyes hadn’t faded. “Not done yet, baby girl,” she whispered, leaning over to kiss me deeply. Her tongue claimed my mouth as her hand slid down to cup my mound, two fingers slipping easily into my drenched cunt. I moaned into the kiss, hips twitching. Jake watched us with dark eyes, slowly stroking himself back to full hardness. “You two are insatiable.” Sarah smiled against my lips. “Watch this.” She rolled me onto my back and climbed on top in a perfect sixty-nine, her thick ass and dripping pussy hovering right above my face. “Let’s show your stepbrother how Mommy and daughter

I leaned down, my breasts brushing his shoulder as I whispered in his ear, “J’ai envie de toi. Je veux sentir ta grosse bite en moi.” His breath hitched. He turned his head, our faces inches apart. “You know what you’re doing.” “Yes,” I whispered. “And I think you want it too.” He stood up suddenly, towering over me. In one swift motion, he grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the dining table, scattering the French textbooks. His mouth crashed down on mine, hungry, demanding, years of restrained lust finally breaking free. I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting his shirt as I pulled him closer. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me. His hands slid under my skirt, gripping my bare ass. T

His mouth moved to her neck, sucking lightly just below her ear, drawing a quiet gasp from her. His hand slid down her side, resting on her hip, fingers digging in with restrained hunger. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered against her skin. She pressed closer, feeling the evidence of his arousal against her thigh. “I think I have some idea.” They stayed like that for long minutes—kissing, touching over clothes, building the fire without letting it consume them fully. His hands explored the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts through her top, while hers traced the muscles of his back. It was steamy, intense, and maddeningly incomplete.

She laid back, transfixed as she watched his head dip low again, towards her wet p***y. ‎ ‎He left her shorts hanging on her ankles as he raised his head to look at her face one last time before he lapped at the thick meat of her wet labia. ‎ ‎Her v****a was pulsing and clenching around itself, squeezing out her wetness for him as he continued to lick her p***y. He spread her legs Farther apart, knelt properly on the floor beside her bed, dragging her body to the edge of the bed. ‎ ‎A loud moan escaped from Elena as he dragged her thick p***y into his mouth and sucked deeply. Ryan groaned, the vibration sent her into another dimension.

“Professor Reynolds caught me daydreaming about your cock. I need you so fucking bad right now.” He kissed me hungrily, his thick fingers finding my dripping pussy. I dropped to my knees, pulled out his massive cock, and sucked him deep into my mouth. “Mmm, Daddy… your cock tastes so good,” I moaned between slurps. “I love sucking you at work. Fuck my throat, please.” “Harder… yes, just like that,” he groaned, guiding my head. “Oh fuck, right there, princess. Faster. Take me deeper. Yes… oh there… your mouth is perfect.”