❝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.

"𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩. 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭. 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲. "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩. •𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 #𝟏•

"Darlin' I don't wish you well when you ain't with me, I want you cryin'. I know it's wrong but I just got to be honest" - Brent Fayiaz *I don't own any pics or vids*

"You disrespect my name on gang my nigga sliding" started 18/10/20 •Baddie

Like What's Love? Love is when you give a Nigga trust and you know you fucked up. Love Is when you tell him who you are, but he too stuck up Love is when you crying on the inside, screaming fuck love.(had to switch it up some)

{The Wattys Awards Shortlist} The Saint's Brotherhood motorcycle club was known all over town, they were ruthless. They were feared, they got their reputation from one member in particular, one member that was so unbelievably intriguing and mysterious, people made legends and stories about him. They didn't know his name, didn't know who he was, where he came from, and they didn't know what he looked like for he wore a mask. The man himself struck fear into everyone he meant, he was the club's personal Devil. But she was okay with him.

"That's your fucking problem right there, Kai." "You want me to keep chasing you and I'm not doing that shit no more." He spat, looking into my eyes as I looked back into his. "You want to leave without letting me explain, then go ahead and leave, Kai." "I'm not stopping you." "But if you want this shit, Kai.." "Then come get it." He spoke sternly, unbuttoning his button down shirt as I stood there in shock, turning around completely to look up at him. Taking his shirt off, I watched as he stripped himself down as his muscular, tall, fit figure appeared and I can't say this man wasn't drop dead fine. Though I was so mad at him in this moment, my mouth dropped, looking at how good he looked. "I'm done chasing your ass, bruh." "You want me, come get me."

"You're just a filthy little Slut" He said as he had you pinned against the cold stone wall. "No i'm not" you said as you glared at him, looking into his cold grey eyes. "No? Well how about I show you how much of a filthy slut you are then" he stated coldly as he began to take off his button up shirt. • This story is very toxic and if you don't like that get lost, don't leave hate on my story or you will be blocked :) • There is 18+ scenes as well, if you don't like it, leave, there are smut and drama scenes as well.