DARK FUCKING PLEASURE: The Little Black Book Of Sin (+18)

DISCLAIMER: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OF HORNINESS “Desires take many forms. Some are meant to stay hidden. Some refused to be controlled. From erotic start to spine-tingling stretch to a mind-blowing, leg-shaking orgasm.” CUNT & CUM: THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK OF SIN is an extensive collection of short, steamy tales of sex. It includes every sexual desire, fantasies, temptation, and ecstasy from Masturbation, Lesbian sex, threesomes, BDSM, Solo orgasm, Taboos, Noncommittal relationships, and so on. This book is the perfect bedside companion. NOTE: All characters depicted in this book are consenting adults. If any of these themes are distressing or not to your taste, you may wish to skip the book. EXTRACT The door slams shut behind us as he dragged me into the bedroom by my wrist, his grip unyielding. I barely had time to breathe before he hoisted me up and tossed me into the bed. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs. And before I could scramble away, he was on me, yanking my arms above my head with one hand and reaching for the restraints tucked under the pillows with the other. Ropes bit into my skin as he lashed my wrist to the headboard, then pulled my legs apart and secured each ankle to the bedpost. I thrashed, but it was useless. The moment I was spread open, vulnerable, he dropped between my thighs and dived in. His tongue flicked my clit in rapid, punishing strokes, his fingers digging into my thighs hard enough to bruise. He licked up my slit before circling my clit with cruel precision. I arched off the bed, a choked cry tearing from my throat. “Please…please…fuck me.” “Not too soon, Bambi.” He growled. He sealed his mouth over my core again, sucking hard. My whole body seized as the first orgasm hit me like lightning strikes. “There,” he murmured. My hands clawed at the ropes as I tried to twist away when he dragged his tongue through my folds again, slow and filthy. He pinned my hips down and licked deeper. “I can't…stop, please!” I begged. He didn't stop. He picked into me like he was starving until another wave of climax hit me again. My moans dissolved into broken whispers as my vision nearly blurred. He pulled back just enough for me to see the smirk on his face. “Breathe. Breathe. Just cum for me. All you have to do…is cum.” his fingers circled my clit in tight merciless spirals. “One more, love.” He ordered. I shook my head wildly. “I can't. I'll die. Stop...please.” He laughed. “You are not dying yet, dear.” His fingers replaced his mouth, plunging two in me, stretching me with a rough twist that made my hips jerk in weak, involuntary spasm. “Take all of it,” he curled his fingers just right, pressing against the G-spot that made me see stars. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck!” He didn't slow down. His thumb ground right circles on my clit while his fingers pumped in and out. The wet sounds filled the room. His fingers worked me towards the edge again. A sob broke out of my throat as I came again. “Fuck!” My eyes rolled back. Still, he doesn't stop. I lost count after six orgasms. The bed was soaked. My body wrecked. I was an overstimulated mess under his tongue and fingers. SPRINKLE HOLY WATER AFTER READING.