My body was stuck. I wanted to move but I couldn't. He leaned down and our lips crashed together. He made the kiss deeper by adding tongue and picked me up giving my ass a squeeze. Earning a moan from me. He began walking upstairs and went straight to my room throwing me on the bed. "I missed you so fucking much." He said aggressively as he took his clothes off. I started taking mines off as well. He laid over my body kissing me again then breaking it-pressing his forehead to mine looking me in my eyes. I arch my back as he reach down to my soaking pussy and he started stroking my clit. "Always so fucking wet, I fucking love it." He continues to rub his fingers up and down my slit. Sticking a finger inside of me every so often. I moan out against his fingers on my clit. "Fuck this I need to be inside of you." He grunts. A love story about Antonio Russo & Shakayla Janai. Not fully edited! Let me know if I made a mistake somewhere!!! But not to much tho 😚 some of y'all be getting smart in the comments 🙃 I definitely return energy.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. KILL FOR HER IS OFFICIALLY ON PAPERBACK! ❤️ 🖤 LINK IN BIO🖤 A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Twenty-five year old Destiny Jameson lives alone with her six year old daughter Elizabeth after the man she thought loved her left after she broke the news to him that she was pregnant. Elizabeth hates seeing her mommy cry all the time and when Christmas comes along and so does new teacher twenty-three year old Jeremy Thomas, she writes in her Christmas wish list that she would like 'A Man For Mommy.'

A taste of melanin. Short scenes with black women and men of all races.

|EDITED| I should've left. I knew I should've turned the hell around. Shut the door. Pretended I didn't see a damn thing. But I didn't. I stood there, frozen. Mesmerized. Cursed. She let the towel fall away. My breath caught when her breasts spilled free-round, medium-sized, her nipples already stiff. She palmed them, moaning low in her throat, her hips shifting against her fingers. Her waist was so damn small, and those thighs... Fuck. Those thick thighs spread wide, holding nothing back. Her clit swollen, her moans growing louder, filling every inch of space in the house. And all I could think was I want to be the one making her sound like that. I wanted to drop to my knees. Slide my mouth up her thighs. Bury my face in that sweet pussy until she screamed my name. God, she was so beautiful, so uninhibited. So fucking close. Amina and Mason have been friends forever. But not even forever prepares them for this. They've shared everything-secrets, laughs, and late-night talks-but never touched the spark simmering just beneath the surface. So when they decide to explore their sexual chemistry under a strict set of rules, it's supposed to be simple. No drama. No emotions. Just heat. But rules don't stand a chance when the lines blur between friendship and something far more dangerous. Because once they cross that line... there's no going back This book was inspired by the song. (That Way by Tate McRae ) !!WARNING!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT OF DETAILED SEXUAL CONTENT|

When broke ER nurse Evelyn Santos stumbles upon a brutal mafia murder in the alley behind her hospital, she thinks her life is over-until the killer spares her life on one condition: she becomes his personal medic. Now caught between her ailing daughter, her cold-hearted family, and a world of crime she never wanted to enter, Evelyn must learn to survive. But the more time she spends with cold, calculating mafia boss Nicolas Moretti, the more the lines blur between captive and protector... and the less she wants to leave. 🥇#Italian 10/22/25 🥉#bwwm 10/22/25 🥉#nurse 10/27/25 🥈#babymama 10/30/25 🥇#evelyn 11/6/25 🥇#nurse 11/15/25 🥇#singleparent 12/5/25

Eliana Brown has spent four years building a life from the ruins of heartbreak - raising her niece, working three jobs, and keeping hope alive with nothing but stubbornness and love. Theodore Armani has spent his life running - from responsibility, from expectations, from anything that feels too real. When a marriage of convenience offers them both a chance at salvation, neither expects the messy, beautiful chaos that follows. When a marriage of convenience offers them both a chance at salvation, neither expects the messy, beautiful chaos that follows. From the beginning, they clash - Eliana's bright chatter grates against Theodore's icy silence, and their lives seem too different to ever fit together. But the more time they spend under the same roof, the harder it becomes to ignore the cracks in Theodore's walls... and the pull between both their hearts. Raising Aria together means more than sharing a roof. It means facing fears, healing old wounds, and discovering that the family you choose is sometimes the one you need most. Two strangers. One fragile child. And feelings that they never saw coming.