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Her skin flushed, and between her thighs, fuck, her clit was swollen, slick, dripping wet. The most breathtaking sight I had ever seen. I wanted to bury my mouth between those trembling thighs and devour her like she was the only meal I’d had in years. Ever since the first time we had sex, one taste had left me ravenous, like a starving beast. God, I had never been tempted this badly. I finally understood the saying. The most forbidden things are always the sweetest. I had never wished for anything. Why would I? I had everything a man could own. But now, I wished she were here. On my bed, naked, tied, and spread wide open, trembling, and helpless beneath me.

They are so overwhelming like this and I love it and can’t focus on anything all at the same time. “I..I like it…when all of you touch me like this. It kind of scrambles my brain.” Oliver rubs me against him again. “Oh, f*ck! Yes, that feels so good.” I let my head rest in Cam’s hand, letting my eyes close so I can focus on feeling. “Can you handle more, Sweetness?” “Yes, please.”

It was ownership—her grip tightening around the last thing she could still keep from him. The room tilted again as he tried to push himself forward—tried to make his body obey the urgency in his mind—and his strength betrayed him in the same instant. He drew in a breath too quickly, too shallow, the way drowning men do when they break the surface. At first he only tasted the usual bitterness—herbs, wax, medicine—familiar as a prison. Then something sweeter threaded through it. Faint. Almost imagined. He blinked hard, breath hitching. The sweetness lingered anyway, clinging to the back of his throat like a film. It didn’t belong with the herbs. It was too smooth for sickness. Too deliberate.

She hummed as she was throbbing with a need. “Or maybe your pussy.” He said as he moved closer. “That may become my favorite breakfast.” He moved her off of him and had her balance on the edge of the tub. A good-sized barrier was right in back of her as he parted her legs and began moving forward. His head now completely nestled in between the middle of her legs, and his mouth now was at the core of her. The first run of his tongue over the wet and drip slit was a taste he had coated on her nipples, which he had found was one of the sweetest flavors he had ever had. Though she had water droplets running down her body from the hot tub, her wetness in her dripping pussy was nothing but desire.

Overborad - Justin Bieber 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 Today, Gerald deliberately permits work. Because we want to be alone. Crazy indeed. But, I like to be with him when it's just alone. Because, it's time for me to indulge myself.

And while he had bitten the ogres, he hadn’t swallowed their blood, unconsciously knowing it was poison to him. The last person he’d drunk from was Grace. He’d gulped from her neck, her taste so decadent he’d wanted to stay there forever. And maybe he would have. Maybe he would have drained her if the thought of losing her had not slammed through him. That, followed by the thought of sampling the heaven between her legs, had driven him to leave her neck and descend. And he’d never been so glad to end a meal. Between her legs, she was sweeter than the nectar of honeysuckle.

he said in a intimidating yet sarcastic voice and then shot the man right across the chest. The other men ran away and Liam came to me, “Come on love or you prefer staying here” he smirked and started moving towards his car. He called me wha- again? He is really unbelievable sometimes. Hey readers Aiman here! Just to inform you that I messed up the chapters arrangement a little bit. This chapter is followed by chapter 12 and 11 is missing kindly find chapter 11 in the Chap list and read it after this one. Thank you Aiman~

Dear Readers, Before you begin Adam and Joy’s story, please know that Say You’re Mine was previously published under the title Seduce Me Sweetly. This second edition has been lightly edited and changed to better fit the overall feel of the rest of my catalogue. All my best, Iris

he said, his voice cheerful but flat, like a recorded message. Liora reached out with her senses. Where there should have been a tapestry of memories, joy, anger, love, sorrow, there was only a single, repeating note. A bland, contented hum. It was the most terrifying emptiness she had ever felt. "This is the work of the Oblivion," the Remnant murmured. "It has learned from your actions. It knows that powerful, painful memories can be anchored and used against it. So, it is creating memories with no power at all. Memories with no pain, no joy, no depth. A world of pleasant nothingness. A story with no conflict, and therefore, no heart."

Isabelle moaned brokenly as she felt both men’s cum mixing inside her. They stayed like that under the hot water for a long moment, Ethan still buried inside her, kissing her neck softly. “You were amazing tonight,” he whispered. “I love you.” Isabelle smiled weakly against his shoulder, her mind reeling. “I love you too,” she whispered back. But as Ethan gently pulled out and more cum dripped out of her. A mixture of both men dripped down her thighs, Isabelle realized the terrifying truth. She was already addicted. And tomorrow, she would go back to Mr. Kane’s office without hesitation.