Six college buddies. Three guys, three girls. They had made a pact together; unlimited fucking between all of them, no jealousy, no dibs, no emotions. Just fucking to each get their own. The golden rule; No falling in love. ~ ~ ~ ~ "I can't do this anymore," I said, brushing my thumb over her pink lip. "I want you all to myself. I..." "Don't say it, please..." She whispered back. "I love you." I couldn't hide it any longer. Whatever the shit this clusterfuck would bring, I knew one thing. - She would be completely worth it.

"How long did you watch? Be honest," he whispered, as though he were half embarrassed, yet he desperately wanted to know the truth. I was turned on by the blush of his cheeks, because I knew he rarely talked about these things. My heart rate quickened and I felt myself grow instantly wet at the memory. I remembered him sitting on the couch, pants pooled at his feet as his hand gripped his erect cock in his hand, watching the images on the television screen that was right next to the peephole I was watching him out of. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, and now he was asking how long I'd been watching him? I couldn't lie to him, though. "The last ten minutes," I whispered, looking to Locke for his reaction. Locke closed his eyes and raised his head to look at the sky, just so he wouldn't have to look at me as he said his next words. His face was flushed, and his words came out a low growl when he asked, "Did you like it?" *** After her entire world shattered her senior year in high school, Rowan Faye has avoided love. Now, she wakes up in the beds of men she doesn't know, and never lands in the same place for too long. But after one too many strange men in the apartment, Rowan's roommate has had enough. Soon, Rowan is desperate to find an apartment to finish her last year of college. Enter Locke Emerson. The shy, nerdy student who rides a motorcycle to class, and never speaks to women if he can help it. He posted an ad and had started to lose hope when Rowan texts him about the apartment. Everything should be easy, right? She needs a place to stay, he needs someone to pay half the rent. But as Locke will find out, nothing is ever simple when it comes to Rowan Faye. When everything they build comes crashing down around them, will Locke be able to convince Rowan to stay?

[MATURE CONTENT] "This is so wrong," I mustered the energy to say. "We shouldn't be doi-" my words faltered as my body almost gave out, unable to bear his intoxicating assault on my neck. "You know you want me," he said, drawing his head back up so I could glare into his eyes. "Stop denying yourself." Whilst one hand stayed firm on my hip, forcing my bum into the wall, the other trailed down my side and cupped my warm heat through my leggings. I bit back a moan. His hand ventured back up and I almost let out an embarrassing whine of protest, until they were pulling my shirt up to rest over my boobs. I almost orgasmed right there at the way he was looking at my bare breasts. "Naughty girl," I just heard him mutter through my fogged mind as he took in the sight of me. He bent down until I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, eliciting another round of goosebumps. "It's still w-wrong," I said, but this time I could no longer suppress my moan as he took my nipple into his mouth. If it was so wrong, why did it feel so mind-numblingly right?

#1 ART #20 SEXUAL --------------------- "Do you want me to paint out your pussy? Or do you want my artwork in it?" Lukas Rade is an artist who's inspiration comes from nudity. His world is made into a masterpiece as soon as Angelina Ross walks into it. All they have is their endless love and steamy, long nights of hot sex. But all of that changes as Angelina's one and only terrible ex comes back into her life and kidnaps her. Can their love for each other mould together and try to save Angelina as her past comes back to haunt her? WARNING : THIS BOOK IS EXTREMELY SEXUAL AND CONSISTS OF KILLING, BLOOD AND ALL OTHER STUFF ALONG THOSE LINES. NOT RECOMMENDED FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 16.

[MATURE CONTENT] "What if Josiah sees?" I say to him, looking around for a wanderer that could potentially come over to where we were, and then up at the large, towering windows above us. Despite being obscured mostly by an oversized bush, I couldn't help but feel antsy. And that's not just because of the god beside me. His fingers caress my skin. Slow and oh so experienced. His face is so close to me I swear I can make out every hair sprinkling his face, every shallow line, every imperfection he didn't have. That voice brought me out of my thoughts, making my entire body alert to his every move. "Keep another man's name out of your goddamn mouth when I'm inside you." And with that, he drew back and slammed into me, hard.

[MATURE CONTENT] His hands trailed lightly across my skin, tender and somewhat cautious. He gave me opportunity to pull away and refuse what he was silently promising with his inferno touches. God, if only he knew the last thing I would do would be to refuse him. "Amara," his tongue seemed to tease my name as it rolled off it, kneading and toying with each syllable. "Do you realise the strain I have to put myself under to be able to look at you without just fucking you senseless on this desk?" My throat was hoarse. I looked at the desk in question, likely in part disbelief and part desire. "But what if someone comes in?" He smirked in amusement, thumb running over my thin blouse. My body reacted immediately: nipple hardening under his touch. He looked down at me, eyes smothered in lust. "Then they'll see what it means for a woman to experience proper, all-consuming, mind-numbing pleasure."

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

"He'd pay me two grand a month to sleep with me?" "No. He'd pay you two grand a 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬." ... Maggie is a college student working as a stripper in Las Vegas when a close friend approaches her with a proposition. High-end escorting. Desperate to gain independence and pay off a variety of debts, the offer seems more than tempting. Cut off from her family and their illegally-gained wealth, she decides to make money with the only thing that is truly hers: her body. As she pursues a profession in sex work as a way to regain control of her life, her dark past comes back to haunt her, throwing quite a wrench into her plans. Maggie tries to mask her previous losses with love in its various forms. But what is the reality of finding true love when your job is getting paid to sleep with other people? ... *Frequent explicit sexual content, intended for 18+ audiences ONLY. This story is stand alone. You DO NOT need to read the first story to understand this one, but there will be a major spoiler in the second half. Please remember to vote and comment!

[New Title] Lucifer Mariano is the kind of man who'll have your skin crawling with fear. His name will send you in shivers and'll have any man crying just to get rid of the thought of that man. The well-known mafia leader, is that monster your children warn you about who sleeps under their bed. Lucifer Mariano isn't some joke, he's so serious and blood-thirsty to the point he'll have you wishing you were never alive. He has never smiled, laughed, or loved, but all of that seems to change when his heart goes out to a girl who's heart is so fragile, Vanessa. Vanessa is that cliché innocent beauty that the mafia leader wants to take as his. Except she's different. She's broken and lost, and the last thing she needs a man. Especially since she was bullied by this very mafia leader, 5 years later, Lucifer Mariano wants what is his and there is no stopping him. Will she learn to fall for this mafia leader? Let's find out. - [previous title was She's With Lucifer] highest rating : #1 in boy 8/10/18 AVAILABLE ON DREAME