From the author of the "U, Me & She" Wattpad's bad boy of erotica is back with the second part to the strange tale of love, deception and redemption. IVBLUD Productions Presents: U, Me & She ii

ALL RIGHT ARE RESERVED. "Dookie,what I plan on doing can change your life foreva. Umma put you on to this hustle. Pay close attention to this pimpin." Photo credits to: naduspike from deviantart

It's a bit crazy how your life can change within just seconds. Kody Kingford is abducted from the home of her boyfriend with no idea why or where she was being taken. She is then forced to take on an entirely different lifestyle. Will she find a way out? Or will she just cooperate and find herself adjusting to such insane changes?

She was different. She didn’t fit in with the rest of us with her pale white skin that made her appearance more pronounce and eerily beautiful or those strange mismatched eyes of hers that seemed as if it seen too much. Each time I saw her, she was often alone either sitting on the bench underneath the weeping willow tree reading a book or always around that petite girl who seemed fragile next to her. I don’t know what is it with this particular girl who never once sported a smile but always with that hard expression that intrigued me. Mesmerized with the way she moved stealthily through the halls, I knew this little fascination I had of her was going to get me into serious deep trouble. The question was…how deep will my grave be to seek that trouble of fascination? © Copyright 2014 All Rights Reserved

From the author of the "Candy Like Love series" Wattpad's bad boy of erotica is back with a strange tale of love, deception and redemption. IVBLUD Productions Presents: U, Me & She

“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 answers in a low voice, his fingers teasing my entrance and making me even wetter. “Please, Sir! Please give it to me!” “How much do you need it?” he draws this out. He slips one finger into me and I moan. He slowly moves it and I try to make him go faster, thrusting my hips to meet his hand. His other arm pins me down, restraining my movements. “How much do you need it?” he repeats, sliding a second finger in. “VERY!” I cry out. A third finger enters and he starts to move them faster. “Tell me how you want me to give it,” he growls. “GIVE IT TO ME ROUGH!” I holler.