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I dumped my boyfriend, Julius Rowe, with the excuse that we weren't compatible when it came to our intimate life. He was a great guy, no doubt. In fact, he was an amazing caregiver. It was just that he was too gentle with me in bed. Although I was immensely pleasured during each round, it just wasn't enough to satisfy me. The breakup was swift. Julius stood where he was, his eyes already red-rimmed. Still, he didn't stop me from leaving.

The title caught me off guard. 'His Father’s Kiss.' I tapped on the link immediately and the description made my pulse skip. 'My ex boyfriend betrayed me. But his father sure tastes nice.' It was a short erotica and I should've known better than to d******d the book to read it. Than to proceed with it all. But it was weird that such an absurdly relatable storyline had found me in the first place and I just couldn't help but itch to know how the story went. Curiosity won. I downloaded the book and began reading, fingers tight around my phone.

Consuming, even. My thighs pressed together on instinct. “I love you,” he murmured against my lips, his breath hot and a little ragged. “I love you so fucking much, Zoey. And I don’t want to just say it. I want to show you.” His hand slid down my back, tracing lazy circles at the curve of my ass. My breath caught, my core hammering wildly at the hot sensation. “I want the world to see how I feel for you. I want to write your name in the stars and make them jealous of the way I love you.”

When I'm down to my underwear he takes the rest off and starts the hot tub. The water is warm and no one else is around. Just us. Two forbidden adults spending the night in a hotel. Two adults wanting to spend time together before fall break ends. It's the last night of fall break and for a few more moments we let the fantasy continue. The dream we are living today is a fleeting heart ache tomorrow. His career and my student enrollment can go fuck themselves tonight, tonight I am making love to Blake Oakley in a hot tub. The bubbles are foaming and the champagne is sweet to the taste. Blake and I are naked. The hot tub is in the shape of a heart. I climb on top of Blake and start riding his

"As for the reward... The first two pairs to finish fastest get to enjoy the hot springs tonight... with the ladies accompanying them." She paused dramatically, letting the implication sink in. "Oh, and it's the kind where we are all undressed..." Lisa's bold suggestion left me utterly stunned, and my heart raced wildly in my chest. I wanted to refuse, but with everyone else so enthusiastically agreeing, I found myself silently nodding along, unable to say no. Inside, a small voice mocked me, 'You're probably more excited than you're pretending to be.' The first man to pair with me was a chubby guy.

Gosh, his cock looked like it belonged to a young male pornstar. "Touch it," he ordered in a steely voice. "Wrap your pretty hand around it and help me come over your big, beautiful tits." I reached out, wrapping my small hand around his thick shaft. It felt so hot and heavy, my big tits jiggling as I gave him firm strokes, his eyes never leaving them. "Fuck, Elena... that feels so good." He'd groan, thrusting slightly into my fist. "Look at your fat tits swing as you jerk me off. So....so.... close. "

He bit down gently, a sharp nip that made her toes curl, and then he whispered directly into her ear, his breath hot and demanding. "Cum for me, babe." It was a command, not a request. Liora’s body reacted as if it had been waiting for that exact trigger. The tension that had been building since he first touched her feet snapped. She arched her back, her entire frame shaking as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, her muscles clamping tight around his fingers, pulsing in rhythmic waves of pleasure. She came hard, the intensity of it leaving her breathless and dizzy, her vision blurring as she collapsed back into the cushions.

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He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people. Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me. There's this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he's probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that's what all the girls think. He's tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He's a really fun person to be around, and he's a pretty smart guy. We're in all the AP classes together.

When we stand to leave, someone from the back calls out, half-mocking, and half-admiring, “Hey! ZZ merch for sale? I want one!” Zarek bows, ridiculous and regal, and shouts, “Limited! Only five made!” The cafeteria roars; the sound is a tide that lifts us, and shields us. It feels like a victory. It also feels like drowning. Later, at the corridor, Kai slips up beside me. He’s a tick—small, annoying, and persistent. When the crowd thins, his face leans close enough to my ear that I smell his cheap cologne. “You making a habit of collecting hearts?” he murmurs, smiling sharply. “Or is this another one of those attention stunts? You always did love a good audience.”