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She wasn't expecting my nerd of a self to actually be able to have an affair in the school restroom. I must look like a cock-hungry slut, on my knees with saliva dripping down my chin and tits exposed to the large hands of Xavier. Thinking nothing of it, I tore my gaze away from her back to Xavier’s length and started in long, slow strokes. Running my hands up and down his shaft, taking his balls into my mouth, I gave a deep suck. “Fuckkkkk…” He groaned loudly, grabbing a fistful of my hair. Before I even had the time to process anything, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock into my mouth.

I had to talk some sense into Zaire, and hopefully it helped. Author Note: This will be my last author note until the end, which is close. Just wanted to know if you guys are enjoying this story. I usually write contemporary romance and this just like A delicate taste is out of my comfort zone, and it’s my first time writing a wolf story. It would mean the world to me if you would rate and review so I know what you all think so far. Thank you so much for the support.

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As he sucked on a piece of rum-soaked ice, he found a listing of channels that caught his attention. There was actually a movie in progress on the channel he picked. Of course, from the way it had been listed, this was one of those movies that actually had three or four segments with unrelated stories to it. Ones with no real plot, just ones with a story-like beginning to them only to get them to the gratuitous sex that people interested in porn were more interested in seeing. Xavier, of course, being one of the people who didn’t always need a storyline to precede his porn, was glad to see that the introductions of the characters, a saleswoman at a department store and a man wanting to try o

Or is this her way of showing off because she’s already moved out of her parents’ house while I haven’t? She does realise I still make considerably more money than she does, right? I studied her for another moment. Perhaps she isn’t as naïve as I thought. “In that case, it’s safe enough to tell you.” I said, deliberately ignoring the list of responsibilities she had apparently been preparing to recite. “It’s a bit of a. . . spicy and steamy plot.” “Oh!” she gasped. “So it’s rated R?” “Definitely.” I confirmed, glancing sideways at her with a mischievous glint. “Do you enjoy those sorts of films or something?”

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.

Fate of poor soul. _________________________________________ Warning. Let me tell you guys this story is completely different from my other stories. This story is only dark. But contains extreme violence. Rape and abuse. There is nothing like romance in this. It's all about submissive and dominant with an interesting plot. Trust me if your below 18 then this story is not for you. Don't blame me if you got traumatized. I warned you. Risk is on you. Lastly let me tell you this story is completely differeny from my other stories. There is nothing like romance. Or regret of male lead.

she teases Jenny. "Have you forgotten already? We own a small bakery and I can hear our bakers talking about those things. And sometimes from our regular customers, their mothers actually are the ones sharing those stories to my mother," Jenny explained to her. Ara nodded. "So you think I should tell my parents the truth?" "Of course! And why is it that you still have to hide or keep it from your parents when you are not hurting anyone? You are both single and your parents are not against your relationship."

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

This big boss was supposed to look down on Uea for being too clumsy~ until the drunken main character who rejected Theo seduced the big boss to bed! It was really a filthy short story... 'But isn't that why I'm here?' 'I love filthy short stories the most!' Uea laughed wickedly. The door opened, and Ryan returned with a cup of water. After drinking the water, Uea knew there was no chance to touch or eat, so he left the office and returned to sleep in his office. Later in the evening, he received a call from Ryan, who wanted Uea to accompany him to meet a business partner in a bar.