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“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.”

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

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Both of them were gasping for breath in the throes of total satisfaction. Dipping her fingers into the coating on her chest, Karen brought it to her mouth to taste the salty fruit of their sex. “Wow, Kyle...that’s a lot of cum. You must have really been excited.” Karen couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction that she had managed to retrieve such a massive load from her new young lover. “I love it.” “I was. Jesus, Mrs...Karen. You’re so gorgeous.” He was like a willing puppy, ready to please her whenever she liked. His lips found hers and she eagerly welcomed his passionate kiss as their sweaty bodies came back into reality. She had definitely found her ideal lover, and in a nice young

Familiar, yet she hadn’t had it in a year. “You want this?” he asked, breath hot against her mouth. “Both of us?” “Yes. Always. And I want you to want each other too.” Ryan’s gaze slid past her shoulder. He licked his lips. “You know I’m only gay for your husband, right?” “I know. And he’s only gay for you.” Her hand brushed his cheek. “That’s what makes it perfect.” He looked back at her, grinning. “Pretty damn perfect if you ask me.”

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

It falls open exposing my breasts, abdomen, and the tiny G-string panties I am wearing. I look at Max and Sam and both have expressions of pure desire radiating from their eyes. I feel Damen’s sweet minty and warm breath on my neck, and he kisses me softly on the neck before moving toward my right ear. “Your safe word is 'storm',” he whispers and my heart beats even faster. Max’s eyes move up and down my body and he watches as my chest rises and falls with my heightened anticipation. There is something so dominating about a werewolf, vampire, and hybrid angel and fae, that no human man could ever arouse me like these three men are doing right now.

He laughed at my dry humor, touched my arm when he spoke, leaned in close enough that I could smell his cologne—sandalwood and citrus, nothing like Jace’s cedar-and-smoke. When he asked if I wanted to see his place, I said yes. His apartment was small, cluttered with art prints and vinyl records. We didn’t waste time on small talk. He kissed me against the door, hands sliding under my sweater, warm and sure. I kissed him back harder, trying to drown the memory of another mouth, another set of hands. He lifted me onto the kitchen counter. My jeans came off in a rush. He dropped to his knees, pushed my thighs apart, and licked a slow stripe up my center.

she requested so I slowly started to move my cock out of her love tunnel. She released her arms and gently placed her hands on my bum cheeks her ankles on my thighs and as when I felt the end of my cock about to leave her I pushed back in slowly but firmly. "Yes, like that," she whispered and then we kissed passionately as our hips danced together in unison. We screwed slowly and then over the next 15 minutes until she screamed, "I've finally come on a cock," she shouted as an orgasm coursed through her body. I then started to really pound into her, every time my cock hit rock bottom she screamed and that set me up to come inside her, when I came it was as though a firecracker had been set o

"Will you?" "Of course, sweetheart." I felt her shiver against me. "Mmm, say that again." I gave a little smile. "Of course I'll come." "No, not that. The last bit." "Sweetheart?" "Yeah." I chuckled inside, and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Sweetheart." I could sense her relax as I said it, and it made me feel wonderful. "Honey." A kiss on the temple. "Darling." One on her cheek. I moved my lips just above hers. "My love." Sarah whimpered softly at the word, and I pressed my lips to hers, pouring everything I was feeling into it. Beyond all probability, somehow I'd found my precious one, and I was never going to give her up.