❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

Maya, an innocent nurse, finds herself forced to accept protection from the Phantoms motorcycle gang, specifically the dangerous, irresistible biker, Jake Ford. ***** Maya has a normal life and a normal boyfriend, Sebastian. But one day she drops off a letter to a prison for a patient under her care, and finds herself being watched over by a dangerous, handsome biker. It turns out Maya is under the protection of Jake Ford, and despite her feelings for Sebastian, she can't resist the pull of Jake's strong arms, dark looks and chequered past. Soon criminals are coming after her, and Jake is the only one who can keep her safe. Will Maya hide behind her good-girl reputation, or let go and lose herself in the passionate world of Jake Ford? Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designer: Ren T. Photographer: Michelle Lancaster Model: Jaxon Human

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

Caine is the Alpha of the Locus pack. Some say he’s strict, everyone knows he’s unforgiving, and most consider him cruel. After an incident three years ago that marked a very important part of his life, Caine decides to shut himself down from all emotion. Charlotte is a free spirit who relishes in being an easy going and friendly member of the Knight Pack. Thanks to a false accusation, Charlotte gets banished from her pack. Her Wolf has yet to make an appearance, and already Charlotte is left to wander around as a Rogue. Surely the Werewolf spirits wouldn’t pair the ruthless lonely Alpha with a lively outspoken girl who tries to live her life like a human….

He pushes his full length into me and I scream, trying to pull my body away from his. He holds me in place, slamming into me a few times before he stills. My breathing is harsh and my body is trembling, I can barely hold my body up. He rotates his hips in a circular motion, grabbing my hands at the same time, pinning me to the bed. Our fingers are interlocked and he begins to rock. When he comes out, he pulls me down. One of his hands circle around and he presses down on my belly. I gasp at the sensation in my belly. "I can feel me inside you," He whispers as he leans over me. He grabs my free hand and brings it to my belly. "Do you like how I feel, Gabrielle?" He thrusts into me hard and I feel him through my skin. "Noah!" I moan loudly. He grunts and smacks my ass. I yelp in surprise. It stings but its an erotic sensation. He slaps the other cheek and my body shakes. "Tell me what you want Gabrielle," He mutters. My body ignites and my skin tingles. The red walls becomes redder, the light becomes brighter, and the smell of sex becomes stronger. "Please Noah," I beg. He rotates his hips again but faster. My senses flash with "Caution! Explosives Activated!" "Come, Gabrielle," He whispers as he slams into me again. My vision goes black as my climax hits me like a thousand bolt of lightning. My head flying back as I scream, Noah reaches his peak also. He holds onto my body and groans. My vision returns brighter than it was before and I collapse on the bed. Noah rolls me over and unties the tail of the whips quickly. He kisses each of my wrists while rubbing slow circles with his fingers. He's one of those sweet dominants. He takes the time to inspect his submissives. I mentally smack myself. You're not his submissive, I chant to myself. "Did I hurt you?" He mutters. I shake my head then smack his face. "Thats for tying me up." I say as I begin to pull my underwear back on. He grins that heart stopping smile and kisses me.

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

On her eighteenth birthday, Sasha Pierce's life tragically comes crashing down. Now, working at a Strip Club in New York City, her only focus is surviving from one day to the next-at least until a handsome stranger makes her an offer that she can't refuse. Everything about Jaxon Edwards draws her in. His charm, his mystery, and especially his simple request; to accompany him to his sister's wedding as his fake fiance and to live with him for six months in exchange for more money than Sasha could ever imagine. But, to top it all off, he also offers her a glimpse into a dark, secret lifestyle unlike anything she's ever experienced.

MATURE ONE-SHOT: If you were wondering what went on in Ashton West's (of The Escort) pretty little head, wonder no more. Please note that this story contains explicit content and is intended for a mature audience. You don't have to have read The Escort first but think of this as the prequel of that story.

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)