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Touch me tender, Break me wild: Short, Steamy Erotica Compilations Novel Cover

Touch me tender, Break me wild: Short, Steamy Erotica Compilations

Warning: THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. Inside these pages are stories that will make your pulse race, your skin tingle, and your thoughts turn deliciously wicked. There’s dominance and surrender, sweetness and sin, soft whispers and rough hands. If you don’t like being teased, tempted, or broken in the best ways possible… TURN BACK NOW!!!!! ... Each story is a taste of something different — tender, wild, sweet, rough, soft, filthy. They’ll make you blush, gasp, and crave more. These are not just tales of lust — they’re stories of connection, of losing yourself in the moment, of bodies that speak louder than words. Some will make you sigh. Some will make you squirm. All of them will leave you wanting another page. So if you’re ready for a collection that makes your heart flutter and your skin burn… Step into the world of Touch Me Tender, Break Me Wild. Because love can be gentle... But sometimes, it’s so much better when it hurts just right.
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Chapter 2

Zendaya~~

"I will forgive you." My bottom lip trembles. "Only if you make me cum."

I point to my bag where the fake cock could be seen. "It has helped me for the past three years but it doesn't stop the ache I always feel. It hurts so much. I've missed you deep inside me, Malacia. You don't know how much I have."

He stared at me, licking his lips. "I would say the same too, Zee. I searched the entire New York just to find you, but fate was against me all the time. I've always craved your touch every fucking night, and never did I gave up on my search. I'm so sorry for..."

Tears gather again. "Please stop talking and relieve me of this fucking ache, pleaseee.."

I reach down, tugging at his belt before I carefully peel the hem of his trousers. Thanks to the torchlight of his phones still on, I was able to see his huge budge. I smile excitedly. It's been so fucking long.

He stood still as I set the waistband of his trouser under his balls. I didn't care any less as the trouser peeled down his legs onto the floor.

His ragged breathing above me made me grin. It was enough to let me know that I was doing the right thing.

His cock hardens under my hands and I give it some time to get ready while I tie my hair to a ponytail. I kneel down, staring at the crown of his cock greedily.

Leaning forward, without using my hands yet, I suck its head with my mouth. My eyes roll back at the salty taste, and my pussy throbs. I keep doing that for some seconds and the more I sucked it the larger his cock became.

I couldn't take it any more. I took it in my small hands, trying to wrap my hands at the base of his shaft but as expected, my hands didn't make it all the way round.

I grin, looking up at him with my eyes.

"Fuck, baby!!" He groaned. "Don't look at me with those eyes."

I lick at his crown, stroking up and down softly as I bring him to full arousal.

I loved the way he ran his hand through his hair. I know I was driving him crazy. These three years wasn't spent on just crying, I used it to build myself, to know how to fuck pretty good. How to make a man moan your name, to lose control.

I was done being the good girl I once was. The girl who didn't do stuff like this. Who knew nothing about this part of life.

Another soft groan slips out of his throat, and my pussy clenches. I keep stroking up and down, my eyes still locked to his.

"That's enough, Zee." He says as he stands me up, and before I know it, my panties are off my body. He puts my bum on the counter and without any heads up, he pushes a finger at my entrance. I gasp at the first touch of his fingertips in me after what feels like forever. I lean back on the counter, my pussy now in full view.

The expression on his face was priceless. I was glad that I'm able to see this expression again. It was filled with desire, filled with lust just for me.

He rubs gently, fingers teasing at my hole as he gathers my wetness. His stare is intense as he watches himself play with my pussy.

He shifts his body closer to mine, and brings his phone that lay beside me on the counter. I didn't know how that got there nor do I care.

I was wondering what he was going to do with it.

He uses his other hand to open my puffy lips and expose my swollen clit to the phone's light. His breath catches.

"What?" I ask, peering down.

He looks up at me with a gaze that was darker than before. I felt the urge to rub my pussy together in order to create friction between my thighs.

"Such pretty pussy, Zee, just like I remembered."

I blush, settling back into the counter. "Please, don't be gentle, Malachia." I beg, my voice pleading. "I want you to fuck me senseless."

"Mmmm." He hums, ignoring my pleads as his attention returns back to his sinful hands. His thumb circles my pussy as he finally pushes two fingers into me.

"Ohh, gods.." I moan, wriggling my hips.

"Shhh, sugar. Even the thunder isn't as loud as you sound." He says hoarsely. I can bet he has that wicked grin on his face now.

His fingers move leisurely, but I'm such a horny freak that each finger he pushes loudly squelches my juices all over his fingers.

"Does it feel good, Zendaya?" He rasp, pushing a third finger in, fucking me with them faster and faster.

"Arghhh," is all I manage to say. How could my damn brain form words when I was in this kind of situation?

Suddenly, I feel his hot breath between my open legs. It fans my pussy lips and I could feel more of my juices spilling out.

"We can't let all these go to waste, can we?"

I try raising my head up to see what he was gonna do next but I wasn't successful. My vision darkens when I feel his lips on my pussy. He moans between my legs, sucking my hole to the point that I forgot how to breathe.

"Oh, god.. oh, goddd!" I exclaim as he kept doing pleasurable things to me with his tongue. I've never been sucked down there, never really thought it would feel this.. this pleasurable.

"You're so hot and wet that your delicious juices keep spilling out." His tongue teases me running across my bud and I thrash my body on the counter but he holds my hips still with his firm hands. This feeling is something I never thought I would experience.

"Take off your bra. I want to watch you play with yourself from beneath your legs." He commands.

And fuck, I obey. I rock my hips up, trying so hard to chase that release that seems to be close but not quite there.

"Show me those beautiful tits that I haven't seen in a long while, Zendaya." He snaps at me, and my shaky hands pull off my crop top and I try for some seconds to unhook my bra. It doesn't budge.

"Don't waste any more second. I want to view those milky tits from down here."

Finally, my bra unhooks behind me and I slowly pull it off. Cupping my heavy breasts, I turn to see his eyes change, filled with the darkest desire I've ever seen since tonight.

"You've become so full, Zendaya. Look at those beauties." His eyes heated as he stares. "Now, do me a favour and pleasure yourself. I want to hear your moans, Zendaya."

I touched my sensitive nipples, a little moan escaped my lips, followed by another and another before it intensifies as I no longer squeeze them gently.

His hand slides over my belly to push my hands away. He cups my breast himself. His sense organs use my body to learn how to multitask. One sense organ touches, feels and pinches my nipples while the other sucks my pussy bud making me cry out loud.

He moans, fucking me with his mouth and lips. His tongue goes in and out of my pussy hole. Blood shots up to my brain.

"Arrghh, Malachia." I moaned out his name, arching my back.

His mouth leaves me suddenly.

I exhale and inhale heavily. Looking at him with a questioning gaze.

"What's wrong?" I whisper out of breath.

But what I didn't expect was for him to turn my bum to his face.

I gasp, suddenly filled with excitement. Is he gonna fuck me from behind?!

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