"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but...
Frankie is leaving her old life behind and starting over at college. All she wants to do is get through college so she can go far away. But Cameron, Rand and Dylan have other things in mind. Thanks so much to Brynna Buckmaster for the amazing cover! Copyright 2016 by K_Williams1 THIS STORY IS NOT MATURE. Ju...
Ronnie has been through a lot in her life and now she's able to start anew with her daughter Amy, her brothers, Dylan, Rand and Cameron and her best friend Frankie. Ronnie wonders if she'll have what Frankie and her brother's have. As she takes her daughter to school, she meets Solomon, Tyler and Greyson. Will they...
The truth is such a fleeting little thing. Disclaimer: this story contains strong language and sexual content. For people 18 and older.
Evan Sudlow is narcissistic, over-dramatic, and secretly gay. Sebastian Amsel is calm, casual, and hotter than hell. Evan is absolutely infatuated with Sebastian, and is desperate to be with the attractive boy. But Sebastian barely acknowledges Evan’s existence, and when he does, Evan makes a complete fool of himself...
Has your mother ever been so worried that her husband is cheating on her that she sends you to go undercover where he works? No? Well, mine did. Just to clear it all up my father works as a teacher for an ALL boys college. ------ Claire Martez had a pretty normal life, she had just recently graduated a few months ag...
[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's l...
“More! More!” I beg. My body craves this like a drug addict in withdrawal. I try to raise my bare hips to meet him, but the ropes dig into my flesh, rubbing and tearing the skin. “I don’t think you can handle more,” Thomas says. I whimper. “Please, Sir. Please give me more.” “That’s it, baby, beg for me,” he answer...
