[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

This is where I will be writing my erotic short stories!!! If you have suggestions for short stories inbox me. Most stories are 18 and up!!! You are warned!!!

She was his innocent sin. And he loved it.

WARNING: The majority of these imagines contain explicit content and words. Thank you so much for your time and I hope you enjoy. :)

"Name" He barked still not bothering to even look at me. "Delilah" I whispered. Why am I whispering? I could feel the nervousness flooding over me like a wave. "Name" He stated again "Delilah" I said with more confidence "Delilah what? Did your parents not give you a last name or are you incapable of answering my question to its full capacity" Delilah Suren was a young girl living in the dumps of Chicago. She never had life easy and she didn't expect it to to be easy. Enter Ian McKinley. Cold. Hard. Rude. These two are complete opposites and mix them together you have a toxic combination. Ian is used to getting what he wants when he wants. He is after all Mr. CEO.

"ill make you feel good princess"

His mesmerizing livid green eyes slowly drink me in, as the lips I've dreamed about having between my thighs in the long, agonizing nights are parted by his sinful tongue. He slowly slips his long, skillful fingers under my dress, getting close to where I ache the most. He places his dirty mouth next to my ear, his hot breath warming my neck, as his deep, raspy voice asks; "You're going to let me have a taste, won't you baby girl?"

What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]