Erotic Stories For The Horny Souls

reasts, the fabric of his disheveled shirt chafing

little girl?" he growled, the word

o hard you can't

he admission tearing

abric of his shirt bunched in her fists. She was adrift in a

of pleasure-pain through her core, building a

spot deep inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids.

gasped. "Oh God, Ja

attention on that one devastating spot, his hips

who slept down the hall; he was a primal force, a dark ruler of

forcing her leg higher to split her open completely, the othe

g now, a coiled serpent of pure sensation

world dissolved into the slick slide of his skin, the musky scen

f fact. He could feel it in the way her walls fluttered

ark flush spreading across his cheekbones. His eyes, when they met hers, were black fire. He wasn'

a physical tou

fying surrender. She was no longer the girl who had tiptoed dow

that she felt in her bones. His hips stilled for a fraction of a

tight little pussy

w nerve. Her hands flew to his ass, fingernails digging into the hard muscle, tr

word a broken, shameless

ng, soul-shattering thrust that stole the air from her lungs. The rhy

hips was harder, deeper, a raw, primal rhythm th

reedy sound lost under the wet slap of

m her back, sliding up to cup the back of her

ong, vulnerable line. His other hand hooked under her knee, lifting

n, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave the sh

in her belly was wound so tight it threatened to snap, to tear her apart. She couldn't s

humb found

swollen, slick nub with the sa

her under. It wasn't gentle. It was a violent break. Her walls clamped on him, spa

and Jack, still pounding into her, making the pleasure

g, gone. But Ja

it made him wild. With a low groan, he sh

much. He leaned in, his weight pinning her, and started to fuck her wi

t, sharp jab hit that tender, swollen spot deep inside, sending aft

itive, the stimulation almost painful, but her body betrayed he

s too much. Too deep. Too good. Jack's breath was ragged

way his control finally snapped. He was no longer the calculated, dominant

gritted out, the words a ha

ve of heat washed over her, a dark, final submission. "Inside,"

d then he was pouring into her. She felt it, the hot, thick flood, a possessive mark that filled her to the brim. The sensatio

avy, suffocating blanket. For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged gasps f

y sore, a map of pleasure and poss

face softening, the hard, dominant mask cracking to reveal the man underneath. He

ords seemed imposs

ding across her lips. She knew, with a certainty that

ng this would go on, how long they could walk this tightrope of taboo and desire

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