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Will groaned along with her moan as the pain surprised him of how it increased the pleasure he was feeling. “Ahhh…. Umm… Master… Ahhh…. Faster…. Urghhh….” She pleaded, grabbing his neck tightly for her dear life, trying to hold the bliss which she felt so close yet so far and she couldn't bear that sensation. “Pls… Please… Master, please…” She cried out, feeling the pleasure sensation hitting her senses.

The Club had used the chaos to pull me back in. Now I was being sent to their most exclusive and feared facility: The Pleasure Prison, a private island resort disguised as a high-security rehabilitation center for the ultra-wealthy. In reality, it was a luxurious prison where the Club’s most valuable toys were kept, trained, and broken under the guise of “therapy.” Two guards in black uniforms met me on the tarmac. They didn’t speak as they removed my coat, leaving me completely naked except for the collar. The cool island breeze brushed against my bare skin, making my nipples harden instantly.

Then he was inside her. They moved together in a rhythm that felt like breathing, eyes locked. No rush. Every thrust dragged pleasure through her body like warm honey. When she started to pull on his energy this time, she didn’t fight it. She took it slow, careful, letting it flow between them like a shared heartbeat. Marcus groaned, hips stuttering. “That’s it… fuck, I feel you.” It didn’t hurt him. She made sure. Just enough to feed, to strengthen the bond instead of draining it. The pleasure doubled, tripled. Lila came hard, clenching around him, and he followed right after, burying himself deep with a low moan.

Sloane screamed, the feeling of being filled so completely by him triggering a wave of pleasure that made her entire body shudder. He began to hammer into her, his pace fast and relentless, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the quiet room. He wasn't being gentle; he was fucking her with a raw, animalistic hunger, each thrust designed to break her further. Sloane clung to him, her nails scratching his shoulders, her voice reduced to broken whimpers and pleas for more. She loved the way he dominated her, the way he took everything she had and still demanded more, turning her into a shaking, needy creature that only existed for his pleasure.

“Inside. Now.” He lost it. Drove in deep and stayed there, cock pulsing, flooding me in thick, hot pulses. I felt every one. Felt the way his body locked up and then went loose. The pleasure that rolled off him was almost too much—bright and sharp and perfect. I took all of it. Sucked it down until my bones hummed. He slumped against my back, breathing hard. I stayed bent over the sink a second longer, feeling his come start to leak out of me and run down my leg. The hunger was quieter now. Not gone. Just fed.

The pleasure built without urgency, layer on layer, each wave larger than the last, until it crested and broke and rolled through her in long trembling pulses that left her breathless and wet-eyed and entirely present in her own body, in this room, with these two people. Jax followed with his face pressed to her throat and her name there, low and certain. Lena came last with both their hands on her and her sound filling the warehouse in a way that made the space feel inhabited rather than sheltering, the sound of someone fully present in their own pleasure for the first time without managing what it looked like from the outside. They lay in the afterward quiet

I kept my mouth on her juicy pussy sucking her through wave after wave of orgasm. My breath felt shallow but I didn't dare move. When she finally let go of my head, I slowly pulled back. Her pussy was so fucking shiny, hole gaping a bit. I was about to push off her when she grabbed my face with both hands, kissing me deeply. She tongue fucked me, tasting her musky cream in my mouth. I pulled back reluctantly, afraid that she was going to run again. Instead of pushing me off, she gives me a shy smile. " Can you teach me how to pleasure you? I wanna make you feel good."

and when I'm saying pleasure I'm not talking about sex as of yet pleasure in just loving myself again. I even went out of town on vacation I have not done that in years due to me working constantly over the years so now it was time for a break be a little adventurous and boy was I enjoying the ride a fun and happiness and joy I am blessed to be stressed. laughing out loud I can say that now especially since I'm not bore at all just pure fun awaits.

“It’s important you know where the place for doom and the place for pleasure.” She cleared her throat again at the mention of pleasure and she heard Hades let out a small chuckle. “I meant art or gardening or reading—whatever you do for pleasure.” “I was thinking the exact same thing,” she said a bit defensively and gave him a look only to see him already looking at her with brows raised.

And he sound pleasured. I looked at him. He looked at me intently, his eyes are full of lust. I can see he enjoys what he's doing. "Sir ... ahh." I moaned. My stomach getting tighter. I'm close to my release. I wanna hold him, scratch him unconsciously. But I couldn't reach him and my body was so weak that I couldn't move. I wanna watch him as he enters me, but all I can do is shut my eyes closed and breath through my mouth because of the waves of pleasure that he's giving me. "Hmp!" I cried, feeling so fucking good. I feel like I'm about to pee. My stomach tightening and my legs are shaking.