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It feels swollen and heavy with want. Like the torturer that he is, he slides right around my clit and parts my pussy lips with his fingers instead, trailing his fingers along my slit. I can feel how wet I am, and he grins, his lips smiling where they’re still pressed to mine. He pulls away just far enough to gaze down at me, eyes lidded with desire. “You feel how wet you are?” he murmurs. “For you,” I whisper, arching up to meet him. His cock digs into my hip, and I grind against him, desperate, needing him.

The slow-burning stretch of being filled by him is turning my brain to liquid, not to mention every other organ in my body. It hurts, but it’s not enough. I need all of him. Suddenly, I’m overcome by a desperate need to be filled by him. A burning desire to have him deep inside me, until there is no space left between us. My pussy throbs with a deep, carnal longing for his cock. Dusting my lips over the skin of his neck, I smile as it elicits a deep growl in his throat. “I want more,” I whisper. “More?”

"Tell me what you want. What you really want, your deepest dirty desires that you never voiced" She bites her lip, her face flushing red with embarrassment. "I-I want you to take control," she whispers, her voice shaking. "To do whatever you want with me." Kade's eyes widened, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He had fantasized about this moment countless times, but nothing could prepare him for the reality of it. He had dreamed of being able to fulfill Lily's deepest desires, of bringing her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. Her admission sparked a flame within him, and he knew instantly that he would stop at nothing to satisfy her every craving.

I was drenched, my juices trickling down the insides of my thighs. "I love the sensation of your sweet pussy gripping my cock. Just imagine what your asshole will do." He inserted his fingers into my wetness, opening me up with each rhythmic thrust. "Oh, yes. Nice and hot." "Uh, oh, God." This was sickening, repulsive in every way. Especially considering my body's response. "God won't help you. Only I can give you what you crave, provide the fix for your insatiable desires."

He replied and she sniffed. “Stop crying okay?” “Okay.” She muttered and he wiped her tears, he let go of her and turned on the shower, she pulled him under it and giggled seeing the annoyed expression on his face. “Fuck. Being drunk is fucked up.” He groaned and took off his shirt. He took off his pants too and Xalia looked down at his boner. “Want to work on that?” He asked and she nodded. She slowly knelt down and pulled down his brief, staring at his dick. She slowly wrapped her fingers around it and took it into her mouth to worship it.

It was a scent that stirred my wolf, awakening a primal longing within me. "Take them off and spread your legs. Show me how wet you've become." His commanding words sent a surge of heat rushing to my cheeks, both from the embarrassment of his order and the smoldering desire that his eyes ignited. Submitting to his order, I hooked my fingers to my panties and slowly slid them off, watching his eyes follow the movement. Spreading my legs, he growled deep in his throat. My desire lay bare for him to see, wet and unsatisfied. He cursed under his breath.

My clit throbbed and was needy, and my mind spiralled further into the filthy fantasies that had been haunting me all day. I wanted to rub my wet, throbbing pussy against his face. I wanted to see his tongue out for me, ready to obey every desperate urge I had. I wanted to straddle his face, to feel his tongue flatten against my pussy, wet and hot. I wanted to grind myself against him, to ride his tongue until I couldn’t take it anymore until my cum dripped down his chin, messy. I wanted to see him lick it clean, savouring every drop of me like he couldn’t get enough.

The pull was too strong; I stepped closer, hand reaching out tentative, palming his cock through the fabric, feeling it pulse, thick and ready. "You... cocky bastard," I breathed, but desire won. Turning, I pressed against him deliberate now, rubbing slow circles to show the sign yes, I wanted it, grinding the curve over his length, shorts barrier thin. "Like this? Feel how big?" I whispered, wiggling hips impatient, the friction teasing my clit, wetness soaking through. "Fuck... yes, just like that," he rasped, hands gripping my waist to guide the ride, his cock throbbing under the pressure.

When I pulled them back out, they were slick with my pussy wetness. “Damn it! I usually only had wet dreams when I was close to my heat or in my heat. But about Damon? This… was a first. I couldn’t believe it. I hate Damon. I hate everything about him. I can’t even stand him being near me. So why the fuck did I just have a wet dream about him? Damon was an Alpha. I was an Omega. Living in the same house with him was a biological nightmare. I tried to stay away, but he was always there, leaking his damn pheromones, filling the house with that stupid, irresistible scent.

Just imagining my mouth on hers, stealing her breath away, tangling my tongue with hers, stroking every corner of her mouth with my tongue, making her moan in excitement with parted lips? I know how dangerous my thoughts are, but I still can't stop my mind from thinking of what I desire. This is the woman I want, the woman I want to do beastly things to, the woman I want to steal from my brother and hold dearly in my arms, pampering her with kisses, loving her with my caresses, spoiling her with sweet words, and most of all, fulfilling her lusty desires. “Darm!” The words slipped out of me before I could control them, my eyes shone with uncontrollable desires and wicked thoughts which were f