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up.
    You
want me to stop hitting now?
    Thank
God.
    Oh,
yeah, you’re there, the way you’re arching, shoving back onto me and then…ah,
that’s what I love. Your cunt hugging my shaft, powerful pulses of bliss
drawing out mine, it’s too much…
    The
surge in my cock is both agony and ecstasy. Heat burning up my dick and
spilling into your depths. And you’re wailing now, screaming for more, yeah,
here’s more. Keep coming baby and I’ll keep fucking.
    This
is awesome.
    Cunt!
    You
said the word. Fuck. You want me to just hold your shoulders. I can do that.
Jesus, I’m still hard, still hard enough to drag another climax from you. Good
girl, take it, take all of me.
    You’re
mine, only mine.
    Don’t
you ever forget that.

Also by Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae, THAT FILTHY BOOK, a
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    Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought. But it turns out an
old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I’d been
forced to hide it after reading, has sunk deeper into my erotic subconscious
than I’d ever imagined. Luckily, though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side
of me that has risen to the surface after all these years. In a whirlwind of
wanton adventures that pushes us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to
rediscover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to
accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.
     
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KEEP READING TO ENJOY THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS OF THAT
FILTHY BOOK

CHAPTER ONE
     
    I stared at him, this husband of mine, his naked form rendered
a silhouette from the brightness of the sun streaming through the hotel room
window. The light filtered through his black tousled hair, glinted off his
shoulders, giving him a glowing aura. This was our first time alone together
since what felt like forever, what with meeting and having children in the
blink of an eye. Ten years had passed—where had the time gone?—and
here we were, away for two nights just so we could get back to being who we
used to be; why we’d become a couple in the first place.
    The sun had hung heavy in a blue swathe of cloudless sky
earlier, the fiery orb almost lazy in its placement, as though someone had
painted a picture and tossed in the yellow ball, not caring where it landed.
Funny how the sky could be deceptive, making a person think it was hot outside
when it was cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. Faint, puffy
clouds had appeared since I’d first woken, too, and I marvelled at the way my
body had gone back to its old, pre-children habits. Waking, having sex, dozing
off again.
    Now—around noon—it was time to get up, go out and
do something, I supposed, but what I didn’t know. I didn’t have any energy for
anything much beyond another languid fuck. A tress of my long blonde hair
tickled my bare breast, the ends teasing my nipple. It sparked desire inside me
again, and I wondered if my body would ever get enough this weekend. God, I’d
been insatiable since we’d arrived last night. Perhaps shirking off the shackles
of motherhood, of the responsibilities that came with the job, had freed my
mind and allowed me to abandon everything. I had become what I once was—a
woman who enjoyed a hot night of sex with her man, not giving a hoot whether
her screams of