[18+] | smut warning "You're younger." "Doesn't change the fact that you are dripping wet for me." She said it was wrong. He proved it felt too good to care. He's her best friend's cousin. Sleeps across the hallway. Two years younger, and still knows how to make her bend. Moan. Beg. "Truth or dare?" he asks. "Dare." "Then don't make a sound while I fuck you." She said she wouldn't fall. But when his hand wraps around her throat and he growls, "I don't care who touched you before. You're mine now." She breaks.

A seductive and enchanting one-shot inspired by my love for women idk Brooke, recently divorced, finds herself face-to-face with her ex-wife, Taylor, and Taylor's new girlfriend, Grace. Determined to receive closure, Brooke invites the pair back to her house. From there, well... you can figure it out. ~CONTAINS SMUT, 18+ ONLY, DO NOT REPORT~

Caden Miller. Hot, cynical, and notoriously labelled the bad boy of Crestmont High. Attention-seekers flirt with him. Idiots fight with him. The ones who know what's good for them, stay away from him. If you fight him, you know you'll lose soon. Short-tempered, mysterious, and those oh-so-hot looks. All of that was enough for a person to fall head over heels for him. If only he cared to give a shit about them. Not when he was also the youngest gang leader in New York City, with just one mission in mind: stop his equally cynical brother from ruining his life more than he already had. Skylar Anderson. Not a nerd. Or a cheerleader. All she cares about is her workaholic (and maybe even a little dysfunctional) parents, her adorable cat and her not-so adorable best friend, and her sleep. Quite literally. Living a normal and carefree life, trying her best not to flunk Physics, there wasn't anything more that she wanted. Until she receives a letter in her mailbox... ...and that normal, carefree life goes right above the clouds. . . . "Tʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ɪꜱ," ʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ, "Iғ ɪ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ." #2 in Chick-lit #1 in Humor #7 in Romance #1 in Teen Fiction #3 in The Grace Awards 2019 Text copyright © Crystal7016 ™ 2018 Cover credits: @youtumblrgeek ✨

⚠️ WARNING: This story is strictly for 18+ readers. It contains explicit scenes, bold language, hardcore and passionate romance. A beautiful married woman falls for a young neighbor. 🔥 --- Before Wattpad took down my previous account and this story, it had four to five lakh readers. It was my fastest-growing story ever. When I started writing it back in 2024, people loved it so much, but unfortunately my previous account was taken down, and the story along with it. I'm re-uploading the story here again, and I hope it reaches all the fans once more! 🤞

A man begins an affair with his sons' girlfriend. Through both of their points of view, the affair gradually progresses into something altogether different. When they realize they're falling in love will they stop? Or continue further into their affair despite their feelings? _____ [PREVIEW] You didn't have to come." "I know that." "So why did you?" "To tell you to stop calling me, to stop bothering me. I have a wife and I'm happily married." It sounds so stupid coming out of my mouth because I know that's a fucking lie... _____ WARNING: Contains strong and graphic sexual situations.

"Say it!" "I'm your pet and your my master" "Good girl" You go on summer vacation to your grandparents, but they leave for a trip.....now your in the house with a boy who wants you, will it all just be a game? Or will she change him (Warning: lots of mature language! Very sexual! This book belongs to elliewithdoublel (me) I also made this years ago when this was peak Wattpad and no one cared for proper writing so uh, yeh don't blame me I know it's so cringey #2 in bad boys -06/02/19 #2 in toys -06/02/19 #35 in badboy- 07/02/19 #12 in love - 28/06/19

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

Felt like doing something a bit more spicy. These stories include themes that are not appropriate for anyone under the age of 18! Viewer discretion is advised. Join in on the stories to feel the spicy love in the air. The care and pure love from each story towards each other. Join in on the stories that aren't as pure and just shouldn't happen, they're just there. I also apologise in advance as not all stories are situations and behaviours that I condone. Read at your own risk. ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ The URL cover image needed its own part: 'Cover image URL' - I explained why. Enjoy!

"I don't think I could do what the other girls do with you..." "And why's that?" He asked as he tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. "In fact, I think you would be even more suited for it." "No..." "You can use all of those pent up feelings for me to become a very useful slut," he said turning my face to him by my chin. *** Irene knew Dexter since high school where she was more popular and he was the anti-social nerd. Despite their popularity divide, Irene was drawn to Dexter. Mainly because her sexual desires were rooted in intellectualism, and Dexter is the pinnacle of intelligence. However, his time in college brings out a part of Dexter that for Irene doesn't match the man she has liked for so many years. Dexter is now a womanizer with his sights set on Irene. But he has a secret involving his mentor that may be too much for good girl to handle. *** For mature audiences only. This book like my others is rather kinky. It's not for everyone. Check the tags before starting. Releasing chapters over time. No set schedule.

"This room will hold your highest pleasure... and your deepest pain. I'm going to bring you to the edge-until you're shaking, screaming, begging with a voice you can barely use. I'll hurt you in ways that make your body rebel and crave it all at once. I'll beat you. Bruise you. Etch my ownership into your skin. Do you know why?" he asked, voice like velvet-wrapped steel. "Because I own you, Lahni. Every inch of you. Your moans, your tears, your pleasure, your pain-they all belong to me. You're my toy to break apart and rebuild how I see fit." I moaned without meaning to-my pussy pulsed, my skin flushed hot. His dominance soaked into me like heat into bone. And just like that, my will surrendered, piece by trembling piece.