I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

Completed ✅️ Nora desires two things, finishing her degree in creative writing and saving enough to finally be free from her mother's abuse. So she's not prepared for the unexpected meltdown of her one safe space on wheels or the silent brute mechanic who's chosen to repair the damages. What happens when Nora, who isn't seeking a relationship, falls into the orbit of Mr. Silent, James? The universe moves galaxies to bring the two into each other's worlds. James sets out to fix what is broken, but along the way, repairs so much more. ~~~ James let's go of me and spread my folds apart with his thumbs. I feel as he spits on my pussy and before it can slide all the way down he flattened his tongue rolling the center around my clit. Each circle around rubs his piercing in a way that feels like the best feeling imaginable. "Shit slow down." I beg because the way he's ravishing me feels too much. I try to move away from his mouth but James just holds me down, palm flat on my stomach. "Where do you think your going?" "Its too much." I plead to him. "You know what to say baby if you want me to stop." He pauses as if to create space for me to say my safe word. But I don't. "That's what I thought. Stay still and let me finish." Started: April 11, 2025 Ended: August 10, 2025 Cover was made by chrissy_too_nice22

*NOT EDITED* "You're mine to kiss," he murmured against my skin, his mouth moving to my neck, pressing soft, slow kisses there. "Mine to love." Roman's lips continued to trace lower, lingering along my cleavage longer than I anticipated. His kisses were slow, deliberate, leaving behind a warmth I couldn't ignore. I felt the pressure of his mouth against my skin, each soft touch making it harder to resist him. His lips pressed against my skin, and I felt him leave a mark, a hickey right at the curve of my breast. My breath hitched as he pulled away slightly to look at the mark he left, his eyes dark with desire. I could see the need in his eyes-the hunger for me, the desperation. "If I ever catch you with another man again, Solana." he said in a low voice, his words practically a warning, "I'll kill him." first story please be kind!! will be smut but not a lot.

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing me into the couch, my breath coming out in pants once I'm disconnected from her. It takes a few seconds for my dazed eyes to make out the expression on her face, and I notice that, while her lips are swollen with my kisses, her eyebrows are pulled forward in frustration. "Kai." She lowly whispers my name and pulls the hand that isn't tightly grasping my neck out to caress my cheek. I can't tell whether to bask in her attention or obsess over the fact that I did something wrong. "Stay still," The right hand clasping my neck tightens to the point where I gasp for breath, but quickly releases soon after. My dick jumps in my briefs at the feeling and I blush, secretly hoping she didn't notice. By the way that her eyes light up and her eyebrows release to a more neutral stance, I can tell that she did. But there's no time to acknowledge that because her next words and actions render me breathless. "Remember, I am in control." She states, and then pushes her pelvis so that her heated core presses right against my aching cock. *** In which an inexperienced college freshman catches the eye of a sinful Dominatrix who wants to take every ounce of his innocence... WARNING: This story isn't limited to BDSM. It explores the kink world. And as you may or may not know, kinks go beyond pain/pleasure. If you're brave enough, check it out ;) *Trigger Warnings are provided in the first chapter* **The female lead is older by several years - suck it up sweetie, you'll survive** 110,000 - 120,000 Words

"𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐚𝐦?" "𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧." ... Antoinette Santil has spent the past nineteen years of her life concealed from the reality of the real world. Her day-to-day routine consisted of ballet practice, bookstore, and gardening. Even though the ballerina was aware of her monotonous lifestyle, she never had the urge to divulge the actuality of her life, That is, until she got wrapped up into Micheal Benedict's hurricane. His past three years were spent inside the New York federal prison and after being released the only thing Micheal Benedict wanted was to be alone. That was until he encountered the same doe-eyed girl that his entire family has forbidden him from even speaking to his entire life. Despite them being polar opposites and prohibited from being around each other, the two find themselves extremely intrigued by one another. But it doesn't take them long to find out exactly why their families didn't want them engaging with each other... But without rain, there's no flowers.

Antonio Rodriguez laid eyes on Clarina Morales and knew, she was the one. He watched over her from a far . Got to know all there was that concerned her. To his great pleasure, she landed right into his nest. Clarina let him take her to his house. Unaware of the dangerous consequence her decision would bring the next morning, and days to come. ... " you can scream louder than that."

Violet was settled in her life. She had a rewarding career, beautiful home, and the perfect life. She was childless and had no thought of a man. That was just the way she liked it. Until, he came along... Marco was a biker who never knew life without his club. He was content with leading his club and living the remainder of his life as a bachelor. Women were nothing more than a good time, just not for a long one. Until, she came along... Rankings! #1 bwwm #1 blackwoman #1 blackandwhite #4 love #1 interracial #1 wmbw #1 motorcycle

"This is your home. This is where you belong." There wasn't any second-guessing, we were all on the same page. Mature content Copyright ©️ 2024 by CloseDistance All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher, or author, except as permitted by U.S. Copyright law 🏅#1: Polyamory 07/31/2024 🏅 #4: bwwm 11/28/2024

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