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His hands guided every movement, holding me down, keeping me exactly where he wanted me while he drove into me relentlessly. I could feel another orgasm building already. My walls were clenching around him, my body climbing higher with every thrust. The wet sounds of him fucking me filled the room, obscene and perfect. Then he flipped me. One second I was on top, the next I was on my back, my legs spread wide, him hovering over me in missionary position. He didn't even pull out during the transition. He just repositioned us and started fucking me again. Harder this time.

When he saw that I did not resist him, he kissed me. A faint scent of pinewood filled my senses. David looked serious and devoted. My eyes flew wide open in shock. When I first transmigrated into this book, I knew I was one of the male leads. I was also aware of the presence of three other male leads. The content of a romance book had always been very explicit, so I assumed it would be four male leads paired with four female leads. It was no wonder the transmigration system told me that the characters’ behaviors had gone awry.

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

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I could still hear her moans of pleasure loud and clear as I passed her door. I got to my room and shut the door behind me locking it. I fetched the cloak from where I had tossed it and wiped at the dust. My heart accelerated as I saw the inscription on the front cover. It was some type of occult book for witches and Satanists. Barbra for all her beauty and perfection must be into this weird shit as a type of hobby or something. Whatever it was, I didn't care but of course, I knew there was something more.

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I swallowed the moan that was about to slip out from my throat. “Look at you,” he whispered. “Fucking gorgeous. Always wondered how you’d feel in my fist and damn you feel hot and thick. Theo's dripping for me already.” he whispered. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he pumped me again, tighter this time, thumb pressing under the crown just the way I liked—no, better than I’d ever managed alone. Every filthy fantasy I’d buried for fifteen years crashed over me at once. “Tell me,” he said, voice rough. “Tell me you’ve thought about this. About me jerking you off. About my mouth and my magnificent cock.”

I’ve always been crazy about books. Ever since I was a kid, I’d spend hours in the library, running my fingers over the covers, breathing in that old paper smell. It’s like the stories were part of me. My name is Eliza, and I run this small library in a quiet town. No one comes here much, which is fine by me. It gives me time to be alone with my books. But my love for them has turned into something more. I have this secret fetish. I dream about the characters jumping out of the pages and touching me, holding me, doing things to me that make my body heat up. It’s embarrassing to admit, but just thinking about it gets me excited. My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I