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Chad with his lies, his fake promises of forever, and his body on top of my stepsister like I’d never even existed. Every man, every moment, every fear, every pain disappeared into white noise up here. It was the definition of sick, twisted thrill. The high of choking and pleasure, terror and trust wrapped into one. My whole body shaking, my lungs burning, my head spinning. And yet I was so close. So close.. “Oh shit. You are so close, Tiger,” he growled as if he was coming undone as hard as I was. My hands clutched at his like I was begging him, begging for my damning release, begging for my life and my death at the same time.

, I said As I walked towards him , I took his dick with my hands , smooth it before putting it inside my mouth , I started licking his Dick, I could Felt him twisting with pleasure , I twist my mouth fucking his dick, I heard moaning from him, I was already wet I pulled my skirt up, I don't wear pants, i twist his dick Into my pu***ssy in a butterfly style , I felt his hands twisting in my boobs harder , I moaned in pleasure , I continued to fuck him as he sits on the chair I was fucking him when there was a knock ar the door " who's that, let find out in chapter 5

Imani whispered, voice low and breathless, fingers tightening around theirs, “I never imagined it could feel like this… all of this.” Zariah leaned closer, cheek brushing along hers, lips tracing the curve of her jaw with slow, teasing warmth. “Neither did I,” she murmured, voice soft, playful, deliberate. “But I wouldn’t change a second of it.” Every word, every brush of her fingers, carried a spark, a thrill, a daring sense of discovery that made Imani’s chest tighten in delicious tension.

She raises her brows and tucks the bill into her bag. “So?” He replied with a questioning tone, knowing exactly what she was asking. He needed another drink. “Which was it?” Her eyes scan down his face landing on his mouth as he bites his bottom lip. Kol squinted at her, she didn’t need to know anything about him. If he told her about Lara Jane, she would just ask what happened and he wasn’t ready to explain that he had broken the heart of the only girl he had ever loved. “Neither...I’m gay.” He lied just to get her off his case. He pushed her hand off of his chest and stood up, heading towards the bar.

He mused and only when the knife cluttered to the ground, I took a breath, but that was short lived as he twisted his hand in my hair and connected our mouths together. I gasped and he used it as an opportunity to plunge his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned in protest, but he didn't let go of my wrists. Spicy peppermint. That's what he tasted like. I wanted none of it. He acted like a king claiming his ownership on an untouched land. He was conquering my mouth. Dominating it. When he finally let go, we were both panting. His eyes focused on my lips and slowly drifted down to my breasts. He adjusted himself in front of me and I heard the click of a lock. I didn't think twice before going out

I sat up, sucking on her nipples while she ground against me until we both shattered together, her body trembling in my arms. Afterward, we stayed tangled together under a soft blanket. The night air was cool, but her skin was warm against mine. I stroked her back slowly, feeling her relax completely. “I stayed away for so long because I knew one taste of you would ruin me,” I confessed quietly. “Every time I saw you with Ryan, smiling through his lies, it tore me up. I wanted you so badly it made me angry. Angry at him for wasting you. Angry at myself for wanting my brother’s wife.”

"You're cruel... twisted..." "Cruel?" He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips, forcing me to taste us. "Taste your sin, Clara. That's the flavor of your guilt—sweet and filthy." I licked instinctively, the salty tang making my core clench emptily. He growled in approval, positioning himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my folds. "Twisted? Yes. But you love it. Your pussy's clenching just thinking about me slamming into you." With a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself fully, the stretch burning anew, making me cry out in a blend of agony and ecstasy.

Such roughened friction sparks an uncontainable wildfire throughout me. "Uhhh! Ahhhh!!!" I cry out as I feel it. A mind-numbing pleasure painfully reaches its peak. My vision nearly darkens before I felt like I was bursting into light. The tidal wave rendered me so powerlessly debilitated. My entire form quivers roughly multiple times. I sob out my climax. "So good, so pure." He groans avidly, crushing me against him one last time. My body trembling in aftershock. His lips kissed away my tears. ___ next chapter will be updated soon, please vote and comment! thank you for reading. <33

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by: Authoress Ricky Chapter four Damn it what should I tell him, I was nervous as he keep staring at me waiting for an answer. "Actually I was telling my brother about why I got drunk last night' I lied. "Is he your elder brother" he asked. "Actually they are my elder twin" I replied knowing he was falling for the lie. "You didn't tell them I got you drunk because you did that to yourself" he said and I don't even know what to say.

He kissed down my stomach, then hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly pulled them down my legs. Now I was fully exposed beneath him, bare and trembling. He spread my legs gently and lowered himself between them. The first touch of his tongue against me sent my head falling back against the pillow. I gasped, breath catching in my throat. He moved with precision, slowly at first, then deeper, his tongue gliding over my folds with skill and intent. His hands gripped my thighs to keep me open for him as his tongue circled and flicked against my most sensitive spot. My hips began to move on their own, seeking more.