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WILD ORGASMS (Erotica Collection)

WARNING: This book contains explicit sexual content and scenes. Read somewhere private-you will want both hands free to touch yourself. Wild Orgasms is a collection of explicit stories where good girls get fucked hard, powerful men lose control, and every encounter ends with you soaking wet and begging for more. The President's cock driving into you against the wall of his office. The ex who makes you ride his face until you are screaming. The stranger whose hands know exactly how to make you come undone. Each story is dripping with graphic sex, filthy dialogue, and the kind of orgasms that leave you shaking and desperate for more. Get comfortable. You are going to be here a while.
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Chapter 5

Emma Clarke was the kind of girl men turned to look at twice.

She was just twenty-two and in her third year at Westfield University, and she had one of those faces that made men think dirty thoughts and feel guilty about it after. Her tits were full and sat high on her chest, and her ass was the kind that made men forget what they were saying mid-sentence.

But today she was also very, very horny.

It had started in her Sex Education lecture. Professor Hendricks was teaching the best sex positions for quick intense orgasms, going through each one with diagrams, and Emma had been sitting in the third row getting wetter with every single slide because she had not had sex in five days and her pussy was making that very clear. By the time class ended her thighs had been pressed together so long they had gone numb.

All she could think about was getting Ryan inside her as fast as possible.

Ryan Bennett was her boyfriend and today was his birthday. She had baked him a chocolate cake and brought it in a box beside her. The plan had been to give it to him at dinner tonight but dinner was hours away and she could not wait hours. She needed him now. She needed him to bend her over something and fuck her properly.

He was twenty-six, blond and blue-eyed, and he worked as Head of Corporate Affairs at Aldridge and Sons, one of the biggest law firms in the city. Emma had never visited him at work before because he liked to keep things separate, but she had not had sex in five days and her professor had just spent two hours talking about the best ways to make a woman cum and she was done being patient with her boyfriend.

She reached his law firm and took the elevator to the fourth floor, following the hallway until she found his name on a door near the end. A woman sat outside with a tight expression that did not soften when Emma approached.

His secretary.

"Can I help you?"

"I am here to see Ryan Bennett." Emma held up the cake box and smiled. "It is his birthday and I am his girlfriend."

Something crossed the woman's face and vanished quickly. She smiled but it looked extremely fake. "I am sorry but Mr. Bennett is in a closed door meeting. He cannot be disturbed."

"That is fine, I will wait." Emma moved toward the chair against the wall.

"I really do not think that is a good idea." The secretary leaned forward. "These meetings go on for hours. Leave his birthday cake with me and I will put it on his desk personally."

She stretched her hand out to take the cake.

Emma looked at the outstretched hand and felt something go still in her chest. The whole thing felt strange in a way she could not name. She almost stood up, already wanting to just leave the cake and go.

But then she thought about the five days she had not had sex, and she sat back down.

She was way too horny to leave. She had to get fucked by him before she walked out of this building.

"I am fine here, thank you."

The secretary stared at her. Then her phone rang and she answered it quickly, stood up with a folder and looked at Emma with something close to desperation.

"I have to drop this file down the hall," she said quietly. "Please do not go into Mr. Bennett's office while I am gone."

It was such a strange thing to say that Emma just blinked at her.

The secretary held her gaze for one more second and then turned and walked quickly away.

Emma watched her go. Then she stood up, walked straight to Ryan's door and pushed it open.

The sound hit her first.

But it took her brain three full seconds to understand what her eyes were seeing because nothing in her had ever prepared her for this.

Ryan was on his knees on the floor of his own office. His shirt was gone, his pants were around his ankles and his blond hair was a complete mess. Jake, one of his gym friends, stood in front of him with a fist in his hair and his cock buried deep in Ryan's throat. Ryan's eyes were shut and he was moaning around it in a way Emma had never once heard from him.

Behind Ryan was Theo, both hands gripping Ryan's hips and fucking him in deep hard strokes that filled the whole room with sound.

"Harder," Ryan begged, his voice raw and completely gone. "Please, harder, do not stop, fuck me harder."

Theo drove into him and Ryan dropped his head and cried out, the sound so loud and so shameless that Emma stood frozen for one long horrible moment before the cake box slipped from her hands and hit the floor.

Everything stopped.

I couldn't believe my boyfriend was gay.

Ryan turned and saw her and the color drained from his face completely. He scrambled upright but Theo was still inside him and he made a broken sound pulling himself free, yanking his pants up with hands that would not stop shaking.

Jake and Theo grabbed their clothes and left without a word.

The door clicked shut leaving just Ryan and the ruined cake on the floor between them.

Ryan opened his mouth.

"Are you gay?" Emma asked. Her voice sounded far away.

"Emma, that is not-"

"I just watched two men fuck you in your office." Her voice was very steady. "Are you gay, Ryan?"

"It is complicated."

"It did not look complicated when you were begging one of them to fuck you harder."

"I am not gay," he said.

She almost laughed.

"How long has this been going on?"

He was quiet.

"Ryan..."

"Since we started dating," he said quietly.

Emma felt something crack inside her chest.

She stood there and thought about the last few months. The way he had been coming to bed late and leaving early. The way sex had become something he agreed to rather than wanted. She had thought it was just stress from work and she had even told herself she needed to be more exciting in bed, and give him more reason to want her.

She understood now what the actual problem had been.

"Did you ever love me?" The question came out before she could stop it.

"Emma."

"Just answer it."

He looked at the floor for a long time. When he finally spoke his voice was barely there.

"No," he said. "I never loved you, Emma."

Her face went hot but she absolutely refused to cry in front of him. She pressed her lips together, held it all in, and looked at him one last time.

Then she turned around and walked out without another word.

She made it to the elevator and pressed her back against the wall and cried the way she had not cried since she was a child, completely falling apart all the way down to the ground floor.

She walked out of the building and kept walking because stopping felt dangerous. She walked until she saw the sign for a club glowing at the end of the street, and music already spilling out onto the pavement.

She stepped into the club immediately, found a spot at the bar and ordered a strong drink.

She ordered another.

She was halfway through it when she felt eyes on her. She turned slowly on her barstool and found him immediately.

A man was staring at her.

Mid-thirties at least, maybe more, and that should not have made her pussy clench the way it did but it absolutely fucking did. He had dark hair, dark eyes, a jaw that could cut glass and broad shoulders that filled out his black shirt in a way that made her want to dig her nails into them. He had his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, a glass in his hand and he was looking at her like he knew exactly what she looked like naked and was deciding whether or not he wanted to do something about it.

Emma felt heat flood between her thighs.

He did not look away when she caught him staring. Suddenly he was walking toward her and when he stopped beside her she could smell his expensive cologne and she wanted to press her face against his neck and breathe him in.

"Rough night?" he said as he sat down next to her. His voice was so deep it made her nipples immediately hard.

She laughed and it came out broken. "You could say that."

"Want to talk about it?"

She told him everything even though it was embarrassing. She told him about the five days without sex and Ryan, her ex-boyfriend on his knees being fucked by two guys. She needed to tell someone about it so she would not break down again.

The man listened without interrupting and when she finished he was quiet for a moment and then he said, "That is fucking awful."

"It is the worst."

He shook his head. "What kind of man has you for three years and does not want to fuck you every single day?" His eyes moved over her slowly, from her face down to where her jeans rested on her hips. "A woman like you should never be sitting alone at a bar."

Something in her chest loosened.

She did not want to but she smiled at his compliment.

He slowly set his glass down and turned to face her fully. "You know what fixes a bad day like that?"

"What?"

"Revenge," he answered.

Emma looked at this man, this attractive older man who was looking at her like she was the only thing in the room worth paying attention to. She thought about Ryan on his knees getting fucked by two guys. She thought about how it had been five days without being touched and three years of boring sex with a man who had never wanted her.

She turned on her stool to face the stranger fully and looked up at him.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

His eyes went hungry and he reached out and gripped her chin, tilting her face up so she had to look directly at him.

"Say that again."

Her pussy clenched. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes," he answered and his thumb dragged across her bottom lip. "I want to fuck you until you forget your own name."

Emma's heart stopped.

Damn, she wanted him so badly.

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