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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 3

Malachi's point of view~

My cock's precum slips from it's crown at the thought of fucking Zendaya from behind. I can't think straight now that I finally have my little Zee squirming before me. On this counter. In my mouth. I've had lots of sexy, plenty of bodies, uncountable pretty faces but what I don't really know is why nothing or no one ever hits like her. Nothing ever struck. I haven't tasted her in years and my hand shivers as I picture how she will react when my cock enters her fully.

Fuck, I can't wait, especially now that I know she's ready to take me whole.

She has always been my addiction. My drug. I'm so obsessed with my little Zee that in those three years of being away from her, I felt I could die at any moment. And now, I'm close to her, I could finally breathe in air, that refreshing air that's filled with life. I longed for my filthy little girl who used to write me letters she never thought I'd read and even memorized again and again. I love how mature she has become now. Like a full grown, independent lady.

I watch her with pride. Those pretty rosy hard buds of her breasts jut out from the perky mounds.

Her pussy hole is a beautiful sight to behold. Blood rushes south, my cock hardens to the point that I start to feel a throbbing pain as she widens her legs, inviting me in.

I grip the back of my wet shirt, pull it off my body and toss it to the floor. My eyes never leave her glorious body for once.

I approach her, stroking my length vigorously. "I see you've gotten so naughty, sugar."

I watch her as she parts her pussy lips with her wandering finger. She was too horny to even reply to what I just said. I smirk.

She fingers herself for a few more minutes while I stand by and watch her. I chuckle darkly when I hear her frustrated cry.

She turns to me. "Please fuck me." She whines.

I close my eyes briefly, remembering the days I stood under the shower, stroking my cock while calling out her name desperately and now, now she was here right in front of me, in the position I've once fantasized about.

"How long I have waited for this day when you will say those words to me, baby."

I stride forward slowly, building the tension that I know had a fucking effect on her.

"Pleaseee! " She begged.

I step behind her, gripping tightly to her waist. She breathes in when she feels my hand snaking its way towards her breast. I cup it, tweaking her nipple with a quick pinch. She moans, pushing her ass into my thick erection and that movement was enough to shatter me. But I still try to hold on, she won't get what she so desperately needs now.

I grind my cock against her ass cheek. She widens her legs, propping her pretty bum half way for easier access. She's making it harder for me not to take her right here and now.

Unexpectedly, my hardened cock as if it had a mind of its own betrayed me into putting the tip of its crown into her entrance. Her moans make my member harden some more and the pain I feel down there starts becoming unbearable. I don't think I could take it anymore.

Slowly, I enter her, kissing her ass cheek so she doesn't really feel the pain of my large cock.

"I'm gonna make you cum so many times you never need that pathetic toy again, you will need a real cock. My cock. Only mine."

She cums at my words. God damn. She is so fucking responsive.

She shudders, panting. "I wouldn't think of it if.. if you've always been here with me."

Sadness slows my act.

"Please.. please don't stop." She begs.

I continue thrusting inside her because of the desperate pleading in her voice. "I will never leave again, Zee. Come what may."

I promise, crossing my heart with the determination of keeping to my promise this time.

I pull my cock out and she lets out a sad whimper. Quickly, I turn her over so I could see her beautiful face as she takes my cock whole.

She didn't expect my sudden change of position nor was she ready for me when I push into her. I make short little thrusts, only pulling back a couple of inches and pushing forward quickly till I'm buried to the hilt.

Her nails claw at the counter made of wood. "Ma-lachi!" She moans my name. All my fucking imaginations are becoming a reality. I've longed to hear her say my name with her voice filled with pleasure.

Her pussy tightens, flattering almost like she's ready to come again. I let go of her breast to wrap a hand around her throat and pull her against me, the other hand making a quick flick of her clit.

I loved the look on her face when she shattered, her cunt pulsating on my cock in short sessions, and I groan.

"You are one of a kind," I whisper against her temple. "And I love it when you come so beautifully."

She tries catching her breath before saying, "Meadows, I've missed this."

I twitch inside her. "Yeah, baby. Me too. You like my cock, don't you?"

She doesn't move or say anything for a moment before slowly nodding. Her eyes closed.

"Hmmm, that's my good girl." I skim my nose down her face and tilt her head towards me. "Open your beauty eyes, Zee."

She obeys and the heated passion that reflects in them makes my member enlarge in her. She gasps, her bright eyes blinking up at me.

"You want me to fuck you with my big monster?" I say against her lips.

She nods.

"No, Zee. Use your words."

"Yes!" She breathes out with that raspy voice that had a very great effect on me.

"Yes, what?" I continue to tease.

Her nostrils flare, and her pussy throbs. "Yes, please. Fuck me with you large monster..please."

I press a single harsh kiss on her pleading lips and her tongue licks it as if savoring my taste. The sight of that small, pink tongue of hers gets me turned on that I couldn't help but slam back into her.

"Oh, my god!" She cries, her eyes rolling back. I growl, thrusting into her faster as her pussy tightens with another orgasm.

"Thank you. Thank you." She begins to chant, and I kiss her again.

She explodes, squeezing down on my cock. I pause for sometime, waiting for her muscles to relax so I can move again.

One thing I love about my little Zee is the fact that she's so damn responsive. She's so triggered by everything. Even the slightest touch. And I never want to stop touching her. This..this is addicting.

I smile, kissing the side of her flushed face. "I forgot to count how many times you've cum. Did you?"

She shakes her head, "No more, Malachi. I've never been this—"

I thrust, picking up my pace again in order to shut her up. So glad it worked. My hard length drags against her battered walls, I can feel every inch of her tight warmth. Her pussy fit my cock as if it was molded for me. She's mine.

I hear her moan, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Please, please. Come inside me."

I grunt, slamming deeper into her. "Oh, fuck, Zee. If you keep saying words like that, it will be harder for me to stop."

I want to. I so much want to fill my little filthy girl's pussy with my hot cum, flood it so deeply that she will leak for days.

"Okay? You really want my cum, my good girl?"

She nods so quickly, pushing her ass into me. "Yes, yes, Malachi. I need your seeds."

Fuck, fuck! The way she phrased it, the hot pleasure in her eyes made it all sound as if I could knock her up. My cock swells with the thought of her belly bulging with my child. My little wolf. I roar as my release shoots inside her, coating her cervix.

I carry her to the couch in her bakery and then lean against her back as I cum down from the high. My half-hard dick was still housing deep inside my sweet girl's pussy. I didn't want to disconnect yet.

I still want a part of me to be connected to her. My hand drifts to her flat-toned stomach.

"When you said you wanted my seeds inside you..did you mean it?"

Her breathing and the pounding of her heartbeat is all I hear. Her cheeks flush, and she nods.

"Yes, love. I meant every word."

Love. My wolf and heart take turns to leap in joy.

I kiss her neck and she squirms. So damn responsive.

"I want you to know that I didn't cheat on you." I say, trying to make her understand. "I was threatened by my nemesis, Nathaniel, your ex-boyfriend."

She made to turn and look at me but I held her down, not wanting to disconnect yet.

"Nathaniel?" She asks.

"Yes, he needed something I had and when I refused to give in to his demand, he threatened me with the most precious person in my life. You." I kiss her earlobe. "When I finally agreed to give into his demand because I didn't want anyone to touch you, he went ahead to add another demand. Saying that I should break up with you and I didn't know his mind was so crafty until he told me to feign lying with Bella and make you think I really cheated."

Silence fell and the soft pouring of rain on the roof was all I could hear. "I'm sorry," she apologizes, and I kiss her again.

"No, baby. I should be the one saying that. I was a coward not to come back to you again. I didn't want my enemies to perceive you as my weakness and try to find a way to…to kill you. So I left for my pack. And there, I was made the Alpha."

"Seriously?!" She exclaimed.

"Yes, and so I ask again, Zendaya Lightwood, would you really take in all my seeds without you using birth control later."

"Hmmm, now you've broken it down, I don't think..." She paused and my breath hitched. Will she say no? I know all I've just said wasn't convincing enough for her to trust me again, and I will really understand if she still doesn't believe in me. But if she says no to me, I might really shatter this time.

My hand on her stomach trembles. The beating of my heart reminds me that if she answers negatively, I will never remain the same again. I swallow.

She continues. "I don't think I would want to be apart from you again, Meadows. So yes, I want to carry what's yours in me."

I exhale heavily, a smile etching on my face. This girl. She knows how much that suspense could've done to me. It could've killed me.

My cock perks up at her words, and I growl. Suddenly, my body is on top of her. "You cocky girl,"

She laughs, mischief evident in her eyes.

"I'm gonna breed you everyday until you're swollen with my child. I will stuff you full to the point that you will never forget that your pussy belongs to this Alpha. My Luna."

Her eyes are bright with that light I've only seen in hers. "And I can't wait to see little alphas and lunas running around my bakery, My alpha.”

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