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Grace’s messages were odd… She nods. “Yes, I was on this site Mia recommended, it had all sorts of book recommendations, I checked the library, but it didn’t have the book. Mia showed me a website where I could buy the book and read on the tablet you got me.” she smiles widely. Then her face turns red. Is she blushing? “The book I was reading had a lot of those scenes. Mia told me they call those smut books. I didn’t understand a lot of the references. Like do you like it when a girl just thrusts her finger up your bum when you are getting a blowjob?” Grace asks. The woman by the next table head twists to us in horror. I look at my fiancée, I don’t know whether to scold her for saying that i

“I love reading.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re reading sex, aren’t you?” “Ew! God, no,” I shot back, trying not to laugh. “It’s a good book—with just a little smut.” “Mmm-hmm,” she hummed, amused. “Can I read it then?” “What? Hell no!” My cheeks flushed instantly. She tisked and shook her head. “You’re reading smut.” I groaned. “You’re so annoying.”

Monalisa Smutty books were getting way too filthy for my taste lately. The couple in the one I was reading were twisted into a position that looked physically impossible, legs over shoulders, back arched at a brutal angle, the hero slamming into her so deep and hard it looked like he was trying to ruin her for any other man. The author deserved jail time. How the hell did someone even write something that dirty? And how was the heroine not cramping? I gripped my Kindle so tight my knuckles turned white, equal parts horrified and shamefully turned on, when the chaos downstairs exploded again. Bass vibrated through the floor. Loud laughter. Splashing. Drunken shouts.

His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum. It was bigger than she'd imagined, curving slightly upward, promising to hit every deep spot inside her. "Holy shit," she whispered, wrapping her hand around the base, stroking him slowly. He was hot, velvet over steel, twitching in her grip. Luke tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her forward. "Suck it, Lisa. Take your brother-in-law's dick down your throat like a good wife should." The taboo phrase made her shiver as she parted her lips, tongue flicking out to lap at the slit.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

“Open.” She obeyed, lips parting around him, her tongue tentative as she tasted salt and musk. He hissed, gripping her hair, guiding her slowly. Damien stripped off his shirt, muscles flexing. He lifted her skirt higher, stroking himself as he watched her take Cowin’s cock. “Beautiful little slut.” Rylan rose, kissing her thighs, whispering against her skin. “We’ll ruin you, but you’ll beg for more.” Cowin groaned as her mouth grew braver, sucking harder. Damien couldn’t wait—he knelt between her legs, pressing his cock against her entrance.

She stroked my throbbing cock with deliberate slowness, her soft palm gliding up and down the shaft while her thumb circled the swollen cap, smearing the thick beads of precum that leaked from the slit. I bit down on my lip to stifle a guttural groan, fuck her touch was worlds apart from Jenna's hesitant fumbling. This was pure expertise, decades of knowing exactly how to unravel a man with every twist and squeeze, her fingers curling just right to hit that sensitive spot under the ridge.

My thumbs moved before I could stop myself. Me: I don't know who you are but you have no idea what my life is like. Unknown: I know more than you think. I know how neglected you feel. How your body aches for touch. How you touch yourself at night when he leaves you alone. Heat flooded my face. I should have been terrified. Instead a dark thrill ran through me. My nipples tightened against the thin fabric of my tank top. Between my legs I felt myself growing wet. Me: This is wrong.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

Thanks, Guys for Reading. Thanks for the love & Expect more kinky Smut A last-minute bonus scene : (continued) *************************** Lucy's fingers dug deeper, her nails drawing thin, crimson lines across Jane's inner thighs. She leaned in, her breath hot on Jane's ear, whispering venomous words, "You thought you could break me, didn't you? Thought you could just toy with me, use me like some disposable fucktoy. Look at you now, Jane. Pathetic. Helpless.