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“Someofthebooksgetmewet.” “Sorry?” “Wet,” she spat out. “They get me wet.” Alek flashed her a blinding grin, and she reached up to pull at the corners of his lips to make that more permanent. He was a handsome man. With his permanent blank face and signature scowl, he was scary, unapproachable. With the grin, he was still scary but more approachable. Softer, even. “Ah. You and your naughty books.” He winced, and his face scrunched up. “Oh, God.”

Where I was touching myself last night as I imagined him as the hero from my book. “You’re already wet for me,” he says softly in my ear. “Christ, you’re absolutely soaked.” “Is that…bad?” I ask hesitantly.

She's warm. She's wet. She feels so good. I draw my fingers in and out, and my cock strains against my jeans as her juices coat my fingers. I curve my fingers. Quietly, she moans my name. My sweet girl. "How's the story so far?" I ask, referring to the book she's attempting to read. "Not as good as you pleasing me." "I appreciate the compliment, baby." I pump my fingers faster, showing my appreciation. "Oh, Jesus."

She was tight, hot, clenching around me like she did not want to let go. The wet heat coated my skin instantly. I added a second finger, curling then, pumping gently. Wet sounds filled the quiet room, soft and filthy, like quiet squelches that made my mouth water. Lenny’s head fell back against the pillow. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of the sheets. “Caleb… Caleb… pleeeaaaseeee” “Yes Lenny. You like that, don't you? Like how I take care of you?” “You're so fucking tight,” I growled. “So fucking wet.”

Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public. ” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.

It felt like a leash, pulling me to him. Another half hour. Still nothing. I sent another: "I'm so wet, sir. Thinking of your cock." Bold, but true. My fingers hovered over the keys. The office buzzed around me, people talking, phones ringing. I felt apart from it all, trapped in this horny fog.

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— I clenched my legs together, feeling my own wetness, the same the female felt thinking about her lover. It was normal for a lady to feel wet. Without much thought, I trailed my hands the same way she trailed hers into my underwear; I pressed my hand on the small bud and let out a small gasp, my body jerking at the strange feeling. But I didn't stop; no, I couldn't stop—it felt so good and I wanted to continue. I moved my finger in slow circles, trying to mimic what I had just read in my book, and I could feel myself getting wetter with the feeling of a knot in my stomach.

I managed, voice hoarse. Aunt Clara nodded and went back to the kitchen for snacks. The moment she was out of sight, Marcus leaned down and whispered hotly in my ear, “Good girl. Now finish that essay while my cum drips out of your pregnant pussy. We’re not done tonight.” I shivered, already feeling fresh heat building between my legs. Being secretly pregnant by my step-uncle had turned me into an addicted, dripping mess. And the risk only made me wetter. End of book 19