Note: This scene has CNC (consensual non-consent) roleplay.Bonus SceneMiaScreams echoed around me, people laughing, dancing and drinking as strobe lights flashed over Summer’s living room, which was converted to a stage. I tried to cover my ears, giggling when the hanging skeleton’s bones brushed over my head, trying to make my way through the sweaty, drunk teens towards the kitchen. “Hey M!” I rolled my eyes and turned around to see the familiar face that was stroked with black and white paint. “A skull? So original, Aaron.” He checked me out, heat flooding my cheeks as I tugged at the little red skirt. “And you’re a hot demon or little red riding hood?”I lowered the red hood and tightening the string around my neck, its silky cape fluttering against my thigh over the black stockings I wore. When I had donned the costume, it felt a little tight but also made me feel very, very sexy. I couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he finally sees me. “I’m looking for Summer,” I yelle

2 - Show MeCillianThe girl in the black dress seemed like a nuisance. The kind that gets you in trouble with just one batt of her pretty long lashes or sweet smile full of dirty promises. I could tell by the relaxed yet confident way she walked, with a little sway of her hips that made me and the entire male population in the club clench their fists. She knew exactly what she was doing. Little vixen. Her baby blue eyes widened just a fraction when I stood up from the stool, easily towering her curvy, short frame even when she was donning the sexy pink heels. I could see the surprise and lust pooling in her panties—if she was wearing any—the way her breath hitched and the subtle clench of her thighs. Fuck me. I love the way she smelled. Sweet, sensual mix of coconut and heady vanilla. I raised my brow when her eyes peered over my frame for the umpteenth time. And for a split second, the urge to just tug down my sleeves and call it a day came bubbling up. The stupid idea of Sean

4 - Watch MeEmmaMy cheeks were blazing when he titled his head, noticing every little tremble of my body and taking it in. He was like a predator. “Give me your panties, Doll.”“What?” “You won’t be needing them anytime soon. So give it to me before I tear them off of you.” Cillian said those filthy arousing words as if he was talking about clothes and not about my fucking panties. “I won’t be gentle, Doll,” he added, still sitting in that damn armchair and looking smug as hell when I swallowed all the champagne from my glass and kept it on the table. If he wanted to do me for his birthday, I’d make sure this is one of his best birthdays ever. “Cillian,” I called him, my voice sweet and soft. Moving my hair over my shoulder, I spread my legs and slowly tugged the skirt of the dress up my thighs. “Watch me.”I licked my lips, keeping my eyes on him, watching him watch me as I hooked my fingers through the lace and slowly peeled them over my inner thighs. I let out a sigh as the c

6 - There We GoCillianEmma’s baby blue eyes were wide as she stared at me, noting the reaction on my face when I saw her naked on the bed. Her blonde hair splayed on the dark sheets with her gorgeous curvy body spread open for me to devour. Lick, eat, bite, kiss. “I can smell how turned on you are, Doll,” I whispered, my voice low and rough. It was hard to maintain or even give a flying fuck about how starved my voice seemed when I had such a pretty feast in front of me. “I could spend hours touching you.” My hands glided over her pale, creamy skin, squeezing her waist, leaning down to kiss her soft belly before biting it gently. I smirked hearing the sharp intake of her breath and licked the bite mark before kissing her stomach. I loved her body. It was full of softness, silkness, and warmth. It seemed that I had lied. I could spend years touching her. Which was a very indecent thought, knowing it would last only for a few more hours and we would never see each other again. Ins

8 - Are you Sore? Cillian “Yes, Cillian—ah!” Emma moaned, her voice soft and sultry, full of pleasure when I dragged my dick out to slam inside her perfect pussy. I had to clench my teeth and hold on to her pretty body to keep myself from coming. She was fucking perfect. Her breasts jiggling with each thrust, her warm curvy body perfect against mine and her pouty pink lips parted in a soundless gasp. I kissed her calf on my shoulder, biting the soft skin. I wanted to mark her everywhere. Claim her. “Touch yourself,” I grunted, filling her up, her walls clamping me. “Rub your pretty clit and make yourself cum again, Doll.” She obeyed, gliding her hand down her body, but she stopped when I pounded inside her. She was gasping and panting, a thin sheet of sweat glistening off of her. “I—I can’t,” she twisted her face into the sheets, her hands fisting them. “Cillian!” “Yes, Doll, I got you,” I whispered, leaning down and spreading her legs wider. “I’ll make you cum again, yea