Renee Michaels always had a love for music. It pulsed through her veins and her soul. It was always her main focus. But what happens when she's knocked off of her feet by a forbidden love that isn't viewed to be forbidden.

I began dancing sexually glancing at him with pure lust in my eyes. I moved my hips to the beat of the song, before slowly taking the strings from the top of my outfit to release my natural Double D titties. My body was completely natural so no they didn't sag to the floor but they also weren't plastic surgery high either, they were just right, and most men appreciated it, no shade. I laid on my back down in-front of him spreading my legs beyond my head. I rolled into a split grinding on the floor slowly as if I was riding dick. I began crawling towards him until I reached in between his legs before standing to sit reverse cowgirl on his lap. He leaned back into the couch as I damn near dry humped his dick. I could feel the bulge in his pants with every bounce I made and I could feel the tip of his dick at the end of his thighs where my hands gripped to keep me from falling forward. I knew he had big dick energy. He grabbed my waist guiding my hips to grind deeper into his lap, setting flame to my already sparked arousal. I began to forget that one, I was at work, two I didn't know this man from a can of paint, and three I already have a man. But even with all those factors, I let my pussy glide against his silky pants causing my pussy to get wetter and wetter. It's like Persuasion took over my body greedily trying to pry out the orgasm I was suppose to get earlier that night. It wasn't until my pussy juices started leaking down my left thigh,that snapped out of my lust filled haze that I realized I was doing way too much right now. I don't know if it was him or the money that had my pussy dripping like a faucet. ------------------- Kiana's desire for financial freedom has caused her to live a life she never thought she would. Life threw her heartache after heartache causing her to accept love in all the wrong places. She's normalized abuse and toxicity so will she be able to recognize if someone truly loves her? Read to find out.

| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED

Come explore and find a deeper understanding of how the Watson name came to be. The struggles. The love. A prequel of His M.V.P. ⚠️ Recommend reading His M.V.P. first but not required!

Zolan Book 3. Can be read as a standalone. One second I'm at the NASA headquarters, and the next second, I'm teleported to the territory of an angry alien.

" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡" 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐀𝐑𝐈4𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ™

𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢.

❝ɪ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ғᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ.........❞ 𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏