"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.

"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚..𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙨 𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚." 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 & 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧

Catalaya 23, has detached herself from her home life to discover herself and chase her dreams, she doesn't believe she can be loved but will meeting Paris change everything for her?

Book 2 of Love Hurts... In book 1, we left off with Rahjaé in the hospital. She went through a lot as a child and you can tell througgt personality in Book 1 that she is a troubled person. Only two people have Rahjaé's heart now; her girlfriend Aleah and Aleah's 3year old son, Che'Vez. Now, the next chapter of her life has begun and she must move on from the life she used to live and as an abusive and depressed stud, and on to bigger and better opportunities with her new family. Unfortunately, she stumbles into more stress filled situations and heartache in this book. You readers are not prepared for what's in store and neither is Rahjaé. Will she be able to protect herself and her family from the obstacles she has set for herself, or will she lose herself in the process of saving the ones she love?

In this drama packed, lesbian book, the main character, a stud named Rahjaé, has a lot to juggle in her crazy life. Because of her undoubtedly horrible past, she struggles with anger and trust issues and with her mother's health taking a turn for the worst, theres no telling how she will keep it together. Having all these feelings and emotions bottled up inside, she will soon find out that she can't always run away from her problems. Will the new women in her life be what she needs to stay stable and sane or will this woman make her be just as heartless as the last?

"𝐈'𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍." #1. #GirlonGirl March 29th, 2025

Onika's a perfectionist. Beyoncé's far from her idea of perfection. But the blonde somehow manages to make the ice queen melt.

Samayah officially hates her life. She has to change schools and leave her whole life behind. Her house, her school, ... her girlfriend. But at least she has family right? I mean if you count her racist, classist, homophobic mom and her push over dad of course. Follow my IG: @Missauthorlady 🥰🥰🥰 thank you for reading don't forget to vote and comment!!!

#LULDICKGIRL666 "Why would you call it love when you knew that it wasn't?"

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ"