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Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection  Novel Cover

Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection

TRIGGER WARNING This book is STRICTLY EROTICA. It contains graphic sexual content, taboo themes, age gaps, and explicit scenarios intended for mature audiences only (18+). If you are underage or easily disturbed by mature, forbidden, or extreme content, do not read this book. About the Collection This is not romance. There are no fade-to-black moments. Every word drips with heat, sin, and raw pounding desire. Between these pages, you'll find stories that push boundaries and explore the forbidden-age gap temptation, reckless taboos, and sinful encounters. And when you think you can't take more, a bonus awaits you at the end-an exclusive MILF , BDSM series written to make you horny instantly. If you came here for the hottest, most descriptive, most unapologetic erotica. You're in the right place. Are you ready to sin? Don't touch yourself too much🤭
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Chapter 3

NOVA POV She grabbed me, hoisting me onto the counter like I was her dirty little toy, her hands gripping my hips hard. Her lips slammed into mine, kissing me with wet, nasty passion. I moaned loud into her mouth-fuck, her tongue fucked mine better than any cock ever could. She knew how to make my pussy scream. Still tongue-fucking my mouth, she ripped open my shirt, her soft hands diving in to grab my tits. A desperate, slutty moan spilled out as she pinched my nipples, twisting them just right, sending arousal straight to my soaking wet cunt. I was her filthy bitch, ready to get fucked stupid. Her mouth attacked my tits, licking every inch of my chest, her lips greedy and hot. She grabbed my boobs, squeezed them roughly and hungry, sucking my nipples so hard I gasped, her tongue flicking like she was starving for my body. I was ready to be her slut, ready to be fucked senseless. No guy ever made me this wet. "Fuck... Zara... suck those tits harder," I moaned, my eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy as I fisted her hair, yanking her mouth tighter onto my nipple. She bit down just enough to make my body jolt, her tongue swirling around the hard peak like she owned it. She popped off with a wet smack, spanking my tits again, watching them jiggle with that filthy gleam in her eyes. "You love it rough, don't you, my little cum-slut? These perky tits are begging for my marks." I bit my lip hard, nodding like the desperate whore I was. "Yes... fuck yes, mark me, Zara... make me your bitch," I whimpered, my pussy gushing, dripping down my thighs for her. She shoved my back against the cold wall, dropping to her knees. She hooked my legs over her shoulders, burying her face in my wet folds, sniffing deep like she was addicted to my scent. "God, your cunt smells like pure sex," she growled, her fingers digging into my ass as she spread me wide. "Fuck, my dirty little slut's pussy is already soaked and throbbing," she purred. "Get ready, baby-I'm gonna eat this sloppy hole until you're squirting all over my face, then grind my wet cunt against yours 'til we both cum screaming." Her hands grabbed my thighs, spreading me wider, and she dove in, her tongue spearing straight into my dripping pussy. "Fuck... Zara!" I moaned, my head slamming back against the mirror as her mouth went to work, slurping my juices like a thirsty bitch. She sucked my pussy lips hard, pulling them into her mouth, then flicked her tongue over my swollen clit in fast, nasty circles. "Mmm, your cunt tastes like fucking candy," she mumbled, her lips smacking against my wet folds. She spat on my clit, the warm glob mixing with my slick, then sucked it hard, her tongue lashing the tip like she was trying to make me cum in seconds. My hips bucked, grinding my pussy against her face, smearing my cream all over her chin. "You like that, don't you, my dirty little whore?" Zara growled, pulling back to slap my pussy lightly, the sting making me gasp and drip even more. "This tight cunt's mine now." "Yes... fuck, I'm your slut, Zara! Eat me raw!" I cried, grabbing her hair and shoving her face back into my pussy. she zeroed in on my clit, sucking it hard like a mini cock, her tongue flicking the tip relentlessly while she hummed vibrations against it. I was a mess, grinding my pussy on her face, smearing my wetness everywhere. "Oh shit... Zara... don't stop, you're making my cunt explode," I cried out, my toes curling. She didn't let up-instead, she shoved three fingers deep into my tight hole, curling them to hit my G-spot with brutal precision, pumping fast and rough. Her other hand slapped my boobs. That's it, you nasty bitch... finger-bang my hole!" I gasped, my body shaking as pleasure tore through me. "Cum for me, Nova... soak my fucking face!" she demanded, diving back in to suck my clit like a vacuum, her fingers slamming into me relentlessly. My pussy clenched, and I screamed her name, my orgasm exploding like a bomb. Hot squirt gushed out, soaking her mouth and dripping down her neck. "Fuck yes... drink my cum, baby!" I moaned. She kept fingering me through it, milking every last drop, her tongue lapping up the mess like she couldn't get enough. Finally, she pulled back, rubbing my pulsing pussy with her palm, smirking as she licked her cum-glazed fingers clean, sucking them like a cock. "Taste so fucking good, Nova... your squirt's my new favorite drink." But Zara wasn't done. "My cunt needs some love too," she growled, standing up and shoving her pants down. Her shaved pussy was dripping, her clit swollen and begging. She climbed onto the counter, scissoring her legs with mine, our slick lips slapping together as she started grinding hard. "Feel that? My clit rubbing your sloppy hole... fuck, you're gonna make me cum too." We rocked together, our pussies sliding and smacking in a wet, filthy rhythm, moans filling the air. "Harder, Zara... fuck my cunt with yours," I gasped, our clits bumping, sending sparks through us both. She grabbed my tit, pinching the nipple as she humped faster, our juices mixing in a sticky mess. I rubbed her clit hard, loving how slippery and hot she was. "You're such a dirty bitch, Zara... your pussy's begging for me," I purred, slipping two fingers into her tight hole, pumping fast while she humped my hand. Her moans were loud and filthy, her tits bouncing as she rode my fingers like a cock. "Fuck... finger my cunt, Nova... make me cream!" she gasped, her hands grabbing my tits for leverage as she ground harder. I leaned in, sucking her nipple into my mouth, biting just enough to make her scream. Our bodies were a sweaty, sticky mess, our moans mixing in the air. "Let's scissor, you slut," Zara panted, repositioning us so our pussies slammed together, wet lips smacking in a filthy rhythm. "Oh fuck... your cunt feels so good on mine!" she moaned, our clits rubbing hard as we bucked against each other, juices mixing in a sloppy, dripping mess. The wet slaps of our pussies echoed, driving me wild. "Harder... fuck my pussy with yours!" I screamed, grabbing her ass to pull her closer, our hips grinding furiously. Her clit slid against mine, and we both lost it, cumming together in a shaking, screaming mess, our squirt soaking the counter as we collapsed, panting and sweaty. Suddenly, the door banged hard. "What the hell's going on in there? Open up!" a voice yelled from outside. Zara smirked, licking my cum off her lips. "Just a little girl talk!" she called back, her voice teasing as she winked at me. "Open this damn door now!" the voice demanded. "Get dressed, quick," Zara whispered, her eyes still hungry as she tossed me my shirt. My legs wobbled, my pussy still throbbing, craving more of her nasty touch as I scrambled to cover up.

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