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she whispered, and they kissed each other. From that day, they were inseparable. The sex was fire, and the connection was undeniable. Months later, she got pregnant, and they got married. On their wedding night, the memory of Tyler’s humiliation burned into their souls like a brand. It was a day of revenge, dominance, and ultimate submission. Sometimes, some lessons… need to be taught the hard way.

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

Scene Notice – Taboo Group Erotica This scene features explicit sexual content between Bianca and her three stepbrothers—Damian, Victor, and Julian. It contains themes of forbidden attraction, seduction, and multiple partners (MMMF). Bianca has always flirted at the edge of what’s acceptable, teasing the boundaries of step-sibling propriety. But tonight, the game changes. Tonight, the teasing ends. Tonight, they give her exactly what she's been asking for. All characters are consenting adults, and the story is intended for mature readers (18+) who enjoy taboo, emotionally charged, and provocative erotica. If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter

She spoke softly walking towards them as they sat on the large bed. " We're not. She doesn't want to tell us a bedtime story." Emma grumbled. " Come on." " We don't want to hear about Rapunzel or sleeping beauty. We want your story." Emma cried and the twins nodded in agreement. " Alright fine. Gather around." She pulled the kids closer to herself and covered them with the duvet as she started her story. " The story I'm about to tell you is called the Unicow. Once upon a time, there was a girl named Sophia." She began.

I just picked up my fork and began eating my steak, cutting it into small, precise squares. "What's the wildest place you've ever had sex?" Celine asked the table, her voice cutting through the murmurs. Callum grinned. "Helicopter over the Grand Canyon. Don't recommend it. Turbulence is a hell of a mood killer." Devlin snorted into his wine. "Classless." Genevieve watched me for a moment, then leaned back, her attention shifting to the table. "I once had a one-night stand with a Saudi prince," she whispered. "He bought me a car just to get me to leave in the morning. Some people know how to end things."

Loving it. The invasion was swift and brutal, stretching her already sore ring of muscle. A sharp cry was muffled by the cock fucking her throat. Full. So full. She was packed, a triple penetration that stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind. Her body bowed off the bed, a silent scream of overwhelming ecstasy. “Look at that,” someone whistled. “All three holes stuffed. A perfect fucking gangbang slut.”

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

3 holds her head in place, moaning loudly as she did. On the other end, I circle my tongue over No. 2's clit while Mr Sterling's cock slams into me, stretching me and making me scream against her skin. The room is chaos now, full of moans, cries, the smell of sex and the sound of balls slapping against pussy. ... And the mirrored ceiling above reflects us, three Agency top models, taken one after the other and together by one married older man who hasn't even taken off his tie. I cum loudly, shaking and trembling, and he pulls out at the last second, stroking himself over all three of us.

"Start talking. Now." Avery told her everything. The photograph. The roses. The ex wife named Celeste. The way Drake had gone cold and alert when he realized someone had broken into his penthouse. She left out the part about him asking her to move in, because that felt too private, too precious to share. Chloe listened without interrupting. When Avery finished, she let out a long breath.

"Have you gone nuts? We're in the parking lot of a family restaurant! she said furiously. He glanced out the window, dazed. "Oh. I forgot," he muttered. "Forgot! Hah! I do not want the worthy citizens of Bernhard, Arkansas, to actively participate in my sex life" so get your greedy paws off me, you sex-crazed maniac! She seized his wrist with both hands and yanked it out of her jeans, glaring at him as she buttoned them up. He deliberately licked the hngers he had thrust into her panties, savoring the sweet, rich flavor that lingered there