[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

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Moving to L.A  Taylor  expected alot of things but  falling for the sexiest most dominant alpha male wasn't a part of her plan

Being with a girl never crossed Hazel's mind. Only thing that was on her mind was wake up, go to work, then go home. That is till she meets Kristina aka Kriss. Not Edited, All Rights Reserved. Do not steal my shit.

"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.

Book #1 Mercedes is a young , 18 year old girl In a relationship with an older man who happens to be playing for both sides . Her parents are oblivious to who the man really is & what he's doing to their daughter . See how Mercedes is not only rescued from these horrible predicaments , but also how she found love through crying the tears of priority . ❤️

Giselle Jones, or better known as Gigi is a rich girl that stays on the rich side of Los Angeles, California. She's going into her senior year in high school with her best friend Tiara Young. Tiara betrays her by sleeping with Gigi's high school sweet heart. Her lover and best friend betrayed her. She's lost, broken, and most of all imperfect. Her father sleeps with her aunt, leaving a very dysfunctional family. She feels she has no one to run to. She meets Wade Johnson. He's the boss of a drug cartel. Will Gigi fall in his trap? What happens to Tiara's and Gigi's friendship? Let's just say love can be Indulging. Copy rights are reserved by the author which is me. If Plagiarism occurs, legal action will be taking place. I DO NOT own any of the pictures, videos, or lyrics affiliated with this book.

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*