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Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

Ryker described how he liked to choke guys until their eyes watered and their cocks leaked all over his hand. I was throbbing by the time the sun dipped lower, the golden light almost gone outside. My mind kept flashing filthy images I couldn’t stop. Both of them. On me. In me. Taking turns. Making me moan like the people in their stories. Rowan stretched, arms above his head, shirt riding all the way up to show the trail of dark hair disappearing into his low-slung jeans. “Fuck this. I’m sweaty from the drive and all this wrestling. The hot tub’s probably nice and hot by now.”

It was the end of a very long week and I was finally going to get to see my boyfriend. See, he works for WWE and I don't get to see him as much as I would like. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for him, but I just wish I could get to see him more. I was currently getting ready for his big arrival home. He will be here any minute. I was in the bedroom getting everything ready for a romantic night. I was in my blue and white lace lingerie that he loved so much. The scent of vanilla was in the air from all the candles I had lit. I ran my hands over my curls, fluffing them so they would pop. As I was touching up my makeup, I heard the door open then close.

I couldn’t breathe. I kept turning pages with shaking hands. Fantasy #8: After Class Empty classroom. Me calling her to the desk. Telling her I had been fighting this for months. Then bending her over the podium, yanking her panties down, spreading her with my thumbs, and sliding into her from behind while she gripped the edge and moaned my name. Fucking her raw, one hand fisted in her hair, the other rubbing her clit until she squirted on my cock. Fantasy #9: Office Hours

That night, back home, he crossed out Fantasy #4 with a slow, satisfied stroke. Then looked at me. “Its your turn next” And I smiled happily. He read the Fantasy #5 I had written. I want angry sex. Because I’m jealous as fuck. Pin me down. Fuck the insecurity out of me.Make it hurt so good I can’t think about anyone.

Dominic admitted. “My prick is so minute, my ex girlfriend called it invisible. Whenever we had sex, she just lay still, rolling her eyes or fiddling her phone in the middle of our heated intercourse. She always said to tell her when I'm done tickling her and would hand me a vibrator afterwards, to give her the real deal” Axel said and the guys roared in laughter. “Poor lady. What mental damage you must have caused her with your pathetic insignificant… maggot!” Anna scolded him and he looked down in embarrassment.

Leah was watching my face, smirking as my legs trembled. “You’re so fucking tight,” Daniel growled in my ear, fucking me with two fingers now. “You’re gonna squeeze my cock like a vice when it’s time.” I whimpered, arching. “Please…” “Please what?” “Don’t stop. I’m— I’m gonna— fuck—!” Leah sucked my clit between her lips and Daniel curled his fingers. I shattered.

Aiden tilted his head and my throat went dry when he said, “Then why did I hear your voice moaning my name when you orgasmed with your fingers inside your pussy?” You can read Twisted Therapist on various online book platforms. This story is about Hayden’s best friend Aiden and his sister Ivy Knight. It has brother’s best friend trope, age gap, mild ddlg theme, very forbidden and a total steamfeast! If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

I challenged my sister Maverick lifted an eyebrow at me, taking his time to answer. “We will wrestle!” Shit! Fuck! I have never beaten him at that. We did that old Indian wrestling with you lying down opposite of each other. Touch legs three times and on the third time you hook your legs and try to pull the other person over themselves backwards. He is just too damn strong. Glaring at him, I shoved what was left in my mouth and walked off. His laughter filled the halls as he yelled after me, “Very lady like!”

щ（ﾟДﾟщ） Usually, as long as someone had no intention of harming Aris, Fynn wouldn’t have thought about it much; after all, Aris had countless pursuers. However, this man’s wedding with Aris’s sister was just around the corner!!! And what was he doing?!? Apparently getting smitten with her little brother and trying hard not to think about fucking him?!?