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He asked, gently sliding the linen on my skin and I shuddered in pleasure. “I do.” “Give me a safe word.” He said, covering my sight with the black linen until all I could see was black mixed with red from the lights. “Vanilla,” I responded as his fingers caressed my neck and then made their way to my lips. Without hesitation, I took his index finger into my mouth, then his middle finger, and sucked on them as if my life depended on them. “Fuck.” Davin whispered in satisfaction. “Why vanilla?” “That's my favorite scent,” I replied after he took his fingers out of my mouth and he hummed slightly in understanding.

We kept licking him through it, tongues sliding over the head and each other, until he finally stilled. The storeroom was quiet except for the three of us breathing hard. Come dripped down my chin. Stacy’s face was just as marked. Hale looked down at us, chest rising and falling, and for the first time since he opened the door, I then realized I just had a threesome with my professor and my best friend And the worse part of it all, I don't regret a thing

Sable I had a greedy cunt and a boyfriend who said yes to it. That was the whole problem. Cole never flinched. We had done the toys, the public parking lot, the night I made him watch me come on my fingers while I said another man’s name. Last month we did his twin. Reid on the chair. Cole behind me. A video on the TV I stopped seeing because I was too busy being full. It should have been enough. It wasn’t. I woke up wet for more holes than two men had, more hands than a bed held, more ruin than a nice boyfriend was built to give.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

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She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

“Can we do stuffs that you like? Only in a more subtle way. Me being a beginner and all.” He caressed her hair. “What if you don't like what I like?” “I'm willing to explore.” Gabriel had to smile up at the ceiling. “You said Fola told you about my kinks.” “Yeah.” “So what exactly did that talkative tell you?” “Nothing much. How did he find out?” Gabriel shrugged. “Who knows? Besides, I don't really hide stuffs.” Her voice was shy and tiny as she asked, “Is it like BDSM? I've always wondered what it was like.”

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I gestured between us, “-feels like. Like a stop. A breath. A soft place to land.” Cassian leaned up and kissed my forehead. “Then stay here. For as long as you need.” I smiled, eyes glossy. “You mean that?” He nodded. “Every word.” I curled back into him, the book open on my lap. But I didn’t read for a while. Instead, I told him about the story. About the parts that reminded me of myself. The moments that made me feel seen. He listened. Really listened. Asked questions. Brushed his fingers against mine when I stumbled on a memory.