"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Erotica *MATURE* [COMPLETED] Book 1 Ellie Taylor is hiding from her past, trying to fix her broken life piece by piece. She has no intention on being in a relationship, even when Maddox enters her life. *** Maddox Bouchard is the fuckboy every girl dreams of fucking. When he set his sights on Ellie, he knew he had to have her. "Maybe I want to prove you wrong." His hand tugged at the hem of his shirt that laid on my body. "About?" "I can definitely make you cum." His lower lip snaked between his teeth as he eyed my annoyed expression. Max dipped his head to the nape of my neck, his breathing warming my cool skin. *** #5 in romance #1 in eroticromance #2 in BoyxGirl #7 in College #3 in eroticastories #3 in Collegeromance #1 in Hook-ups) *As of 11/15/2020 this story is undergoing editing*

Him: Successful, rich, intelligent, harsh, fuckboy-that's what the media says about him. But away from cameras, he's a twisted, cruel bastard; a nightmare. A man oozing power and danger; a lethal combination. He doesn't kneel before anyone, in fact, you kneel before him. Her: A sweet yet hot-headed and ill-tempered lady, prideful but humble. She was intelligent indeed, with big dreams and visions set. But as the daughter of a corrupt politician, her fate was sealed without choice. She was the mafia's unwanted bride, but also the only person he would ever kneel for. ~ Started: 18 jan #1 in arab #2 in mafiaboss #2 in mobster