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I rocked back and forth with my body bouncing against his hips while he rode my ass. It was like those pornos I had watched alone in my bedroom when I was in the mood. I was a sexual person but I had waited until I found someone worthy and he was more than just worthy of taking my precious flower. He was every girls fantasy. He was my fantasy too.

He slowly thrust into my hole, not as fast as before. This time, he seemed to want to savour it. I glanced down and watched as his shaft slid in and out of my hole. It was erotic to watch the movement. The sight of my arse opening to accommodate him aroused me. "Have you seen what you have made me?" He whispered into my ear. "You have made a beast out of me. I'm insatiable for your body." He wrapped his free hand around my shaft and pumped it so fast, it didn't take long for me to orgasm for the twentieth time.

The vibrating plug had been removed at some point in the frenzy, but the memory of its buzz lingered, making her inner walls clench involuntarily around the emptiness now. The women around her, the brunette with her piercings and the ebony goddess with those hypnotic curves, helped her up with gentle but firm hands, their bodies equally spent and shiny. They pulled her into sloppy, tongue-heavy kisses, their lips sliding wetly against hers, tongues delving deep to share lingering tastes of cum and arousal. "Next time, baby," the brunette whispered against her mouth, nipping her lower lip. "We'll break you properly." The ebony woman chuckled, squeezing Lara's ass one last time, her fingers di

And once the line is crossed, there will be no turning back. But Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation. Enjoy reading.. *************

I wasn’t even trying to be quiet anymore—there was no one to hear us but the storm, and something about that just made it hotter. I wrapped my legs tighter around his pumping hips, urging him deeper. Every hard thrust sent lightning bolts of bliss through my nerves. The coil of tension was back, winding tighter and tighter with each delicious movement. I could feel another climax building rapidly; sparks danced behind my eyelids. Ethan’s mouth found mine again in a messy, desperate kiss. His hands were everywhere—one squeezing my ass, the other slipping between us to find my aching clit. When his fingers rubbed that sensitive bundle while he pounded into me, I tore my lips from his and pract

She walked right up to the bed, teasing my jaw with the tip of a leather crop before leaning down to stroke Jake's back. "Such an obedient little toy," she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest. Without another word, she unbuttoned her lace robe, stepping over my hips and guiding my hard cock straight into her wet core in one smooth drop. "Ahhh, fuck," she groaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she sank all the way down. The heat was overwhelming. She rode me with relentless power, her hips slamming against mine while she held a small vibrating bullet right against my tip. Behind me, Jake grabbed the dildo and drove it back into my hole with ruthless force.

“Not a conversation. This.” I couldn’t deny it. The words would have been lies. Instead I pushed back to meet every thrust, the slap of skin on skin too loud in the quiet room, the wetness of my own arousal making every stroke filthy and perfect. His free hand reached around and found my clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles while he drove into me. The dual sensation built another orgasm with terrifying speed. “Damian— I’m—” “I know. Come.”

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

He rubs and slips his fingers back in, teasing me beyond my limit. If sin feels this good, I will gladly own hell. The feeling of his dick pressing into my pussy feels so good! Half way in, he slips his hand in my belly and pulls me closer as he rams his dick in. Up and down my body, rubbing my breasts, he fucks me till all I think about is him. His cock. His touch. His wet kisses along my body… And fuck, his erotic words. “That's my dripping doll.” He slams harder, busting my cookie jar as I squirt and drip, oozing every juice in me.

“Just breathe, little one.” He stayed still, whispering soft words against my skin, kissing away the tears that slipped free. Only when the sharpest edge of the pain faded did I whisper that he could move. He did. He started slow — long, careful strokes that let me feel every inch as he sank deeper. Each time he almost pulled out, then filled me again, the stretch turned into something hotter. He found a spot inside me that made my toes curl and my breath catch. “You take me so well,” he groaned. “Such a perfect little mate… made to be filled by me.”