" Look at you all sweaty and needy for my touch " Rafe grunted spreading my legs slightly to fit himself between, his eyes exploring my body. " Today l will ink myself under your skin in away that you will whimper when you look at yourself and you will only think of me when you touch yourself, " Renee Blue Tyson was a golden child turned wrong. Since her teenage years she yearned for something that she didn't know of. At seventeen she explored her body and learnt that she liked it rough and mostly she liked older men as they knew what they wanted and did. She discovers SHE'S NOT A VANILLA GIRL , she likes it with ropes, chokes and spanks. Now at twenty-three in her last year of college she stumbles in his safe place. Kirill Rafe Merceaux , is a 35year old rich successful business man by the day , a tattoo artist in the evening and a monster in bed at night and when a 5'3 raven haired girl which captivating dark chocolate eyes knocks into him, he knows he's ruined and most importantly he knows he's going to drag her with him. Willingly or Not.

Michael reached under my short skirt and ripped my panties. His mouth found my knees and my inner tighs. Both of my hands flew to my mouth in order to supress the moans. "Hands off, baby, I want to hear you." I obeyed him and instead I held firmly the edge of the table. Flashes of euphoria cursed through me when he licked my folds and sucked gently my sensitive nerve bud. "You are so fucking wet and delicious." He paused for a second only to suck harder my sweet spot afterward. She was human. He was the last lycan living on Earth. She was his weakness. He was her fate. He calls her his mate. She calls him her sin. Anna Dwason is an ordinary human - a veterinary student with dreams far removed from the world of werewolves and Lycans. She doesn't date werewolves nor lycans. But everything changes the day she meets Michael Lyakos the enigmatic businessman whose dark eyes and commanding presence stir something wild inside her. One glance, one stolen touch, and Anna's world unravels. His voice is a low growl that seeps into her dreams. His presence burns under her skin like fire she can't extinguish. She tries to stay away, but the pull between them is relentless-a force of nature that leaves her breathless and trembling.

Have you ever touched yourself, Miss Hawthorne?" He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly along the shell of my right ear. My head was growing fuzzy with lust. "Yes," I breathed. "How many times?" "Multiple... multiple times," I answered shakily. "Who were you thinking of when you did it?" he teased, voice thick with dark pleasure. I almost moaned his name but barely held back. "No one." "No one?" He grabbed both of my breasts fully, squeezing them firmly in his large hands. "No one," I repeated weakly. "Have you ever..." He paused, rolling my stiff nipples between his fingers, tugging them lightly. "Done it in front of a man?" I gasped sharply. "No." "Do you want to try it out?" he mumbled hotly against my flushed skin. I heaved hard, my entire body trembling with need. "Answer me." "Yes." "Spread your legs." ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ Daphne Hawthorne was living her best life as a recent graduate until she met a mysterious Spanish man with hazel eyes and a flirty smile. It didn't take long before she found herself giving in to him completely, opening her legs and indulging in everything nasty things he wanted. Their relationship quickly grew, leading to marriage, but just four months in, her life fell apart, leaving her broken beyond repair. Three years later, fate drops a near-impossible twist in her lap: a new boss walks in with Gabriel's face. Only he isn't Gabriel-he's Gabriel's twin, the complete opposite in manner and morals. Daphne is pulled between the memory of a man who destroyed her and the confusing, magnetic pull toward this new man who looks exactly the same but acts entirely different. Trust me, you don't want to miss it. (18+ rated ❤️ ) I update this story daily.

First little story in the Fucklust Series. Fuck-lust; Draco had liked to call it. A state of tension whereby two people hated each other so much that one day they would implode all of these emotions and take them out on each other. The outcome would usually end in them both rutting like rabbits. Not him and Granger, though. No, they wouldn't just rut. They'd fuck. Hard. *Mature content from the start.* ** Draco and Hermione are the Bestman and Chief Bridesmaid at their friends wedding. Maybe there are some things that are better left unsaid. I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX!

He needed a shower. He needed a shower and a good wank. He needed a shower and a good wank over Granger's tits. He needed a cold shower and an obliviation spell. He didn't want the memory of Granger and that silk peach bra with those virginal white French knickers to be etched into his brain for all eternity. Even if she did look outstanding in them. What was the French word for 'French knickers', anyway? Les knickers? Granger's Les Knickers ... Oh, mon dieu! He was fucked. *** Draco loses a bet and to his utter bewilderment has to endure an hour in potions class looking at the Hogwarts girls in their underwear. Even Granger. I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

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ACTION ROMANCE - ADULT CONTENT Stacey Meadows is a model/office assistant for a local modelling agency. She lives with her gay BFF who is the best stylist on the scene and his hairdresser boyfriend. Things couldn't be better. She makes friends with another model called Sandy and accepts an invite to her house party where she meets smoking hot Gary. She immediately notices the sexual tension between the pair and plans to get them together whilst getting herself very drunk! Other girls at the party keep asking Sandy's when her brother is coming. Stacey teases her for having a hot brother with a 'fan club' she never told her about. A very annoying and stalkerish fan club, but when he turns up she wants to become a member! Hell she wants to set up a website! Have him as her screensaver! He is the hottest guy she has ever seen and she works with models for gods sake! Sandy talks Stacey into pretending to be her brother's new girlfriend to shield him from the queen of the stalker fans. Before she knows what is happening they are sharing a kiss that would change her life and lead to the best sex ever! Unfortunately she is so swept up in new romance that she fails to notice the danger lurking in the shadows...a stalker of her own who takes things a step too far as he can't handle seeing them together and in love. Become a facebook fan https://www.facebook.com/groups/368374213248700/

I was slightly drunk and horny, and I was frustrated. Mainly because I haven't had sex with someone in over a year. So I decided to slide into someone's DM's for fun. Only it wasn't fun, it was hot, sexy, and dirty. I didn't imagine this guy would be so good at dirty talking, he had an effect on me through the phone and I could only imagine what he'd do on person. I was having fun texting him one afternoon at work and when my boss called me to his office. I tried to look like I wasn't completely turned on. Until I noticed the massive bulge on his pants and our whole conversation on his phone screen. No, it can't be. I haven't been sexting my boss all this time. My sex on legs boss has a dirty mouth and huge dick. Oh, fuck me. Literally.

Warning: Dark and BDSM theme story which involves highly adult content. A naive maid who worked for two domineering billionaire brothers was attempting to hide from them because she had heard that if their lustful eyes fell on any woman, they made her their slave and owned her mind, body, and soul. What if she one day came across them? Who would hire her to serve as his personal maid? Who would control her body? Whose heart would she rule? Who would she fall in love with? Who would she despise? *** "Please don't punish me. I'll be on time next time. It is just that-" "If next time you speak without my permission, I'll shut you up with my shaft." My eyes enlarge, listening to his words. *** "You belong to me, Kitten." He pounds into me hard and fast, going deeper into me with his every thrust. "I... be...long.. to you, Master..." I'm just moaning insanely, clenching my hands behind my back.