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“She was distracted from her speculation, however, when he opened his mouth and uttered the sexiest words a man had ever spouted in the history of orgasms. "We have cheesecake in the fridge.”

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Battle Royal

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“Jack slid his hand between my thighs, fingers stroking where once dry panties used to be. "This doesn't change anything." I sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers breached the cotton barrier. "I'm still angry with you." Jack froze, his fingers only inches from where I wanted them to go. "Are you sure you're good with this?" "Yes, so long as you understand that it doesn't mean anything. After this, things go back to how they were." Twenty minutes later, disheveled and breathless, we held each other in the shadows. "Jack?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "You can have your greenhouse.”

“Reggie, please." My pleas seemed to spur him on, his grip on me tightening as he hauled me up even closer to his mouth. I tried to buck against his face, his clever tongue, desperate for more friction, for release. But his hold on me was too strong. He pinned me in place, keeping me right where he wanted me, preventing me from moving at all as he drove the tight coil of pleasure inside me higher, and higher. And then--- He pushed one rough finger inside me, and then another, so tight, the delicious intrusion forcing every sentient thought from my head. I needed this--- him--- all of it. I needed it now. "Hades," he growled against my cunt. "I cannot wait to fuck you." His filthy words, muttered right there, were all I needed to hurdle headlong into orgasm. I scrabbled at the sheets, at Reggie's hair, clinging to anything I could to anchor me as the waves of bliss came again, and again, and again. Reggie coaxed me through it with his lips and tongue, holding me as he urged my body to keep going. I moaned his name, mindless, back arched like a bow above the bed, locked in pleasure that seemed to stretch on forever. When I collapsed to the bed, boneless, he was on me in an instant. "You are so fucking beautiful." His growl was visceral, animalistic. "The way you looked when you came--- fuck. I nearly came too, just from that.”

“Stop giving me those sexy eyes." "Sexy eyes?" He chokes on an incredulous laugh. "You're looking at me like you... you..." His eyes gleam with wicked intent. "Want to stick my head between your things and slowly lick you until we both come?" A strangled sound leaves me as a pulse of pure lust hits my sex. I want to touch myself, press against that ache to relieve it. "Macon..." "Because that's what I'm thinking half of the time," he goes on levelly. "When I'm not thinking about kissing your soft mouth or easing up your top to finally-- fucking finally-- see those gorgeous tits." "Macon!" "Delilah," he shoots back with cheek. God, I want him to do all those things and more. I want to strip him down, lick his warm skin. Lick him up like ice cream melting off a spoon. Why did I say anything about going slow?”

“I'm going to devour every inch of you," he growled into her ear, setting her blood on fire, incinerating any incoherent thought she might have had left. "But first..." His cock settled against the throbbing slit of her body, and Farah was only able to produce a mewl of demand before he found his way, and slid inside with a low groan. Hot breath brushed her cheek, but they only touched where their bodies joined.”

“And he buried his cock inside her, right up to the hilt. Rosemary cried out, the pleasure of every inch of her filled by Ellis's size was almost too much. "Fuck." Ellis hissed and drove into her again hard, his free hand circling her clit. "You're taking me so beautifully," he praised her, thrusting deep, again and again, building Rosemary up until she was shaking, twisting, no longer in control of her limbs or her speech, crying out as she clenched and came. She heard Ellis whispering, "Like that, good girl, come for me," and felt the roughness of his stubble as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the breasts, and the wave brought her down. "You're so beautiful," Ellis said, looking down at Rosemary. Her brain warped at how he could say something so lovely, so endearingly romantic, yet continue to buck his hips, his cock driving into her. "So are you." She reached up to run a finger through his dark hair, tracing the silver scar on his forehead. She was learning what Ellis liked, and when she scratched the nape of his neck with her nails, he bucked suddenly, fucking her faster.”

“Caspian dragged his tongue over my entrance, playful and exploratory at first but soon he was teasing my clit, and I was already squirming. “You like that, do you?” he mused. “My weak spot,” I managed to get out. “Slightly higher, bigger cirCLE—“ Caspian barely needed the directions before he had me completely figured out. My breath quickly turned to needy panting, and at some point my hands moved down to thread my fingers through his lush, dark hair. It was as soft as I’d imagined. Changing speed and rhythm, he had me at his mercy quickly. When I truly started to squirm for him, he seemed to sense the building climax winding me tight. He introduced a finger just inside my entrance, toying with me as his mouth focused on the bud of nerves that was driving me wild. “Caspian—“ I barely managed his name in warning when he added a second finger, attacked my clit with new fervor, and unwound me entirely. I screamed, mostly figuring that out because I scared off a bird outside the window and its flapping wings registered in my ears. Caspian didn’t stop until my orgasm had well and truly run out. With hazy vision, I moved my gaze to his. “Fuck,” I managed, drawing a satisfied sound from deep in his chest. “That’s the idea, Madeline.” He slid his body up until he hovered over me. His hair was mussed from my fingers running through it and his mouth was wet and swollen from pleasuring me. My eyes drifted down, where I had a good look of his hard chest through the top of his loose Atlantean shirt. Raising one leg gently, I made sure to brush it softly against the hardness I found in his pants. Good, if he was hard… “My turn,” I whispered, and his eyes darkened with a heated anticipation.”