As I wrapped my legs around him, he lifts me up gently and pushes me against the desk, our lips never detaching. I feel a slight bulge deepen into my thigh and I grin. He's already getting hard. I couldn't believe my eyes. I got to finally fuck my stepbrother.

Highest ranking: #1 in teen fiction. I though I knew Archer McCarty. The controlling, stubborn bad boy who always try and get his way, the bully who made my childhood days waste away. The guy who grew up to be hot as hell. That was why I agree to play the game, for revenge. I wasn't prepared to see a whole different side of him. He is overwhelming and possessive. He goes all caveman when another guy so much as breathe in my direction. He let me break his defense. The tables are turned and I see everything in his view. It seems to make more sense. I wasn't expecting to fall for him by unraveling him but it was easy. I don't know how to tell him that all of these started with that game. Do I even want to? [WARNING: PG-13 Some scenes may be inappropriate for younger crowds. If you are not a fan of over the top possessive hero. This is not the book for you]

One drunken mistake turned out to be the best thing to ever happen in Maria Kincaid and Cameron Dallas' life. They had both their best friends Nash and Matthew move in with them. They had a baby. They were living the best of their lives... until everything went down hill. Will everything be normal again? Authors note: I was 11 years old when I wrote this story. I never expected it to get as many reads as it did. Please don't correct anything, I'm only leaving it up for memory purposes!

Julie has always been the shy type. Her world changes when she finds wattpad, a very popular ebook community. She becomes addicted to it and even starts posting her own stories. But are friends, fans and votes all she will get from this site? Or is it possible to find love as well?

It was the color her cheeks would turn when she was embarrassed. It was the color my cheeks would turn when her tongue swirled around my tip. It was the color of her favorite flower I would get her every time she was "sick." it was the color her ass would shade whenever I would slap it. It was the color of her walls I saw every time we fucked. It was the color of her I sucked on while she tugged my hair moaning my name. It was the color of her lips every time I would press my own against them. It was the color of the sky we would look upon on a cool night as we cuddle into each others warm embrace. It was the color that symbolized love and passion. It was the color pink.

"It's easy. Boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. Sex." - Caroline Forbes

He kept circling and circling his fingers inside me. I couldn't take it. I needed him now. "Jack please", I moan. "Babygirl that's not my name." "Daddy please."

22 year-old Jack Gilinsky just wants to party his life away and make music with his friend Jack Johnson. Marrying a small town girl was not on his yolo bucketlist.

"you and me, we just don't get along. you make me feel like i did you wrong." + lowercase intended highest rank: fanfiction #27

its funny how sometimes the thing that we love the most can be the thing that kills us