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She said then faced the other side to chat again with Mom and Dad. When I was satisfied that their attention was not in us, I put my hand inside Samantha's pants. She didn't try to stop me because I know she felt so good about what I was doing to her. Fuck, I'm right! She's been getting aroused for a while now. Just by being next to me, she's already getting aroused? She really is a fucking slut! Damn, her! My hand can already feel her damp panties inside. "Want me to finger-fuck you?" I whispered softly in her ear, trying to tease her wet pussy with my fingers.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

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Zoe stood trembling against the bookshelf, cum leaking down her inner thighs from the stranger’s thick load. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist, blouse half-open, tits heaving. The taste of his cum mixed with her own juices still lingered on her tongue. The man tucked his cock back into his pants and smirked at her ruined state. “You’re a mess, little librarian slut,” he murmured. “Cum dripping down your legs like a cheap whore. Anyone who walks by this aisle will know exactly what you just did.”

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

“That empires don’t fall from the outside. They rot from within.” The doors slid open. Zariah didn’t wait for him to step forward, she slipped out first, every movement precise. But his words stayed with her, echoing louder than the sound of her own footsteps. Inside. The betrayal wasn’t just circling her. It was in her walls, her blood, her closest circle. And she had a sinking suspicion of exactly where to look. Damian’s POV Damian hated secrets. Not because he couldn’t keep them, he could, better than anyone. But because they had a way of bleeding into everything, staining trust, staining love, until nothing pure remained.

" His eyes sparkled with amusement as he got a glimpse of my spicy romance book, Lethal Vows by T.L Smith. "I.." I flushed deep red in embarrassment. What an asshole! It wasn't my fault that I loved reading smutty erotic books. Everyone had their own guilty pleasures and I won't be ashamed of mine. "I was just teasing you, my sister is a die hard fan of romance books. Are you a teacher?" He straightened helping me up. "Umm no. Why do you ask?" I frowned. Did I look like a teacher? I was dressed casually. "The combination of the books." He pointed out.

With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’

Samantha In all my years of owning a publishing company, I've read countless books about taboo themes. From reverse harem, erotica, age gap, incest, mafia romance, dark romance, and all the hardcore topics. I realised that, in New York, people shunned books like these, and they made sure to shut them down before they got to the public eye. I built my company to give people a chance to see through their creative imagination, no matter how dark it is. There are people who actually like reading books like these. They are invested in them too; hence, they need their fix.