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She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

The real thing was beyond any fantasy I could've cooked up. I soon found myself gazing down at her. Her big breasts became hypnotic as they bounced around wildly. I had to remind myself that I wasn't dreaming. Natalie's body was jerking and writhing in pleasure for real, right in front of me. I grinned for a brief moment, praising myself for the confidence to make it all the way with a girl that had been torturing my fantasies for months. That moment quickly passed as I focused back on the splendid pleasure that very same girl was giving me.

I whined, as Meredith finished luridly describing the loud and acrobatic sex they had back in the Qatari's hotel room. "You shouldn't be jealous," Meredith concluded. "Because I don't understand why you can't just loosen up and take what you want, too. The good ones are out there!" But Meredith was missing the point. Perhaps it was a testament to our friendship that she sometimes forgot that I was different from just "one of the girls". My dating and hookup life wasn't limited by my confidence (or lack thereof), or the size of my boobs or spank-ability of my ass. It was my penis. Despite our friendship, Meredith still didn't understand the balancing act that transgender women like me went th

I'd undergone a total makeover at his command, with him buying me clothes and dressing me up, and the whole situation felt surreal. "We've just begun," he added cryptically, and I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. As if to push the boundaries further, his hand brushed against the side of my breast near my ribcage, causing my breath to hitch. "A doormat is what I really prefer at the moment, Carissa," he murmured.

I was shocked at first, books like that weren't supposed to be found at your school library, but I guess they really didn't give a crap here. It all started with fictional stories back at my former school, with my love for the male protagonist, I always had a fantasy for book boyfriends. He had to be tall, smart, charming, funny, nice and a bit shy. He had to treat me like a queen and tell me I'm beautiful even though I'm not. Books and painting were my escape. Ever since what happened, I turned to painting to free myself from that void solitude. But then I started searching for more books, I decided to go into the steamy novels, until I came here and discovered this section. Taking out the

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Genre: Explicit Steamy Fantasy Romance | Dragon Shifter | Dark Romance | Delayed Pleasure | Sex Toys Characters: Ziaanat: A headstrong, curious mortal woman with dragon blood she doesn’t know about. Tovian: The unhinged, brooding Dragon King, tormented by centuries of hunger, lust, and a prophecy that names Ziaanat as his only release. . .

I slide my fingers down further, careful not to penetrate, but feeling my own wetness sliding down my thighs, rinsed away by the water like a dirty little secret I can never tell anyone. What’s happening to me? I’m not this kind of woman. Did Club Red change me? Or have I always been this naughty, but somehow kept these dark desires locked up with the key long since thrown away?

They edged me mercilessly, bringing me to the brink again and again only to slow down or stop completely. I was sobbing with need by the time they finally released my restraints and moved me to a new position. They laid me on my back on a wide silk-covered platform. My wrists were cuffed above my head to a hook, stretching my body beautifully. Damien lifted my legs high and wide, folding me nearly in half as he thrust back into my pussy in a deep mating press. “Fuck… yes!” I screamed. “So deep… you’re so deep inside me, Sir!”

I shivered the moments the words left his mouth, my gaped pussy clenching. “I need you to fuck your boyfriend how you would want him to fuck you” he said easily but my body tensed, not because he had said something wrong but because he literally said my fantasy. He wrapped a hand around my neck gently in a show of dominance and whispered, “I could read your nasty thoughts as you stood in the doorway earlier” he casually said but a shiver ran down my spine as he straightened.