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"Ride this one out and take me with you. I know you can come harder than that." He would surely bruise, as hard as she bucked her hips against him. Reid slammed back and soon, she was bouncing, making hard contact between his thick head and her deep seated magic spot. Tasha swirled her hips while a blinding orgasm nipped at the corners of her concentration. She pulled Reid's hands to her thighs. "Harder! Yes, baby, that's it!" They came together in a hot, oozing collision of lust. Even her sweat seemed thicker.

It fell relentlessly and heavily, soaking the city and everything in it. Julian’s lips found Leo’s again, but this time it was different. It was softer, slower, a gentle exploration of territory that had been explored for years but never claimed. His tongue traced the line of Leo’s lips, before dipping in, tasting and claiming in a way that made Leo’s head spin. He moved against Leo’s, their bodies pressing closer together, the friction between their jeans becoming unbearable. Julian’s hand moved to the button of Leo’s jeans, his fingers fumbling with the metal in the dim light. The clink of the buckle seemed loud in the quiet room, a sound that seemed to echo in Leo’s ears as he watched Jul

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

My childhood friend promised to marry me once we came of age — but at my wedding ceremony, he gave my wedding ring to my stepsister, Summer Hugh. At the time, it was Victor Lowell, the fearsome mafia heir, who saved me by publicly announcing he had loved me for years. In the five years we had been married, he would fulfill every wish I had, even those I mentioned offhand. I truly believed I was the center of his world. All that changed when I stumbled across a top-secret folder as I was cleaning his bookshelf. The very first page was a file on Summer, with three red words printed in bold, “Top protection priority.”

knew. --- Meanwhile, Lara was giddy with excitement. Like Jennifer, she knew it was wrong to have a lesbian encounter with her brother's fiancé... the difference being not only did she not care, but the very idea it was wrong enhanced the excitement. Lara always loved the chase, the seduction, the challenge of turning a straight girl into an eager pussy pleaser, but this conquest would be her Mona Lisa. She had been planting seeds for weeks, and they would all culminate and come to fruition in the kinkiest of wrong places... a church.

"How could I not?" I felt a tingle of anticipation run through my body as his stomach pushed into my knees, his hands going to my hips. I leaned forward and closed my eyes, knowing he was mine. I felt our lips touch, electricity passing between us. Our tongues met, feeding the fire burning through my core. No one had ever made me feel this way with just a kiss. "What are you two doing?"

The basement was quiet except for our breathing. "Still think we're immature?" Mitch murmured. I laughed, weak and satisfied. "You're still idiots." "Your idiots," Hans corrected, and I didn't argue. My body still hummed with aftershocks, and the knowledge of what we had just done. I had just allowed my three younger sinfully loaded Stepbrothers fuck me in the best way ever. And I didn't regret any single moment of it. If anything, I wanted a second round with all three of them making love with me like I was the only person that mattered. This was definitely going to be the best thanksgiving ever.

George said, "What?" Lucas asked, "A love novels catalogue?" Charles asked, "Did you send it to the wrong place? Did you actually plan to send it to your girlfriend instead?" Christin said, "Girls like to read domineering CEO related romance novels. Dear guys, please read them carefully, study them, and try your best to please or flatter your wife. This is a catalogue of a collection of series I specially chose of storylines about how to spoil the girlfriend. I excluded those storylines that break somebody's heart as I definitely couldn't bear to do that.

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, tender and sensitive, but the moment the thick head of his cock pressed against me, the ache turned into something hotter.

"Oh god, it’s so hot! I can feel it hitting my insides, it’s like fire, Ron, you’re pumping so much into me, it’s overflowing, I can feel it running down my thighs already!" "Look at that, Jake, I’m still inside her and my cum is already leaking out the sides because she’s so full, I’ve absolutely ruined her." "I’ve got it all on camera, every pulse, every drop, she looks like a used-up rag, and she’s crying, Tia, why are you crying?" "I don't know, I just... I’ve never felt so used and so loved at the same time, I’m a total slut, I’m a cheating, dirty bitch and I loved every second of it."