We had a code phrase.. "Joshua come save me please!" I sent a simple text in no time he replied.. "I'm on my way, say no more" *Sometimes going the wrong way never felt so right. Sometimes you gotta throw caution to the wind and face what you're not used to.* Kai• X Joshua• {©Caution: Rated ® contains very explicit and vulgar language, this tale is intended for mature audience. Parental advisory is ADVISED! Will definitely contain foul language, scenes that involve lots of sexual content (nudity)! Please be mindful and ENJOY!} ALL RIGHTS RESERVED™✓ Thick Chick APPROVED ™✓ ALL CURVES ALLOWED™✓ Love Handles ON DECK™✓ Markel P. Ward✓ March 19, 2019 ✓

He was standing so close i could feel his body heat through my thin dress his cologne clouded my mind and my senses were drowning in everything that was him. Large hand cupping my chin i think nothing of it until he pulls my bottom lip down. "Youre a long way from home...arent you sweetheart?" Or that fic where the bad guy finds someone who understands him... Somewhat

Eliana Brown has spent four years building a life from the ruins of heartbreak - raising her niece, working three jobs, and keeping hope alive with nothing but stubbornness and love. Theodore Armani has spent his life running - from responsibility, from expectations, from anything that feels too real. When a marriage of convenience offers them both a chance at salvation, neither expects the messy, beautiful chaos that follows. When a marriage of convenience offers them both a chance at salvation, neither expects the messy, beautiful chaos that follows. From the beginning, they clash - Eliana's bright chatter grates against Theodore's icy silence, and their lives seem too different to ever fit together. But the more time they spend under the same roof, the harder it becomes to ignore the cracks in Theodore's walls... and the pull between both their hearts. Raising Aria together means more than sharing a roof. It means facing fears, healing old wounds, and discovering that the family you choose is sometimes the one you need most. Two strangers. One fragile child. And feelings that they never saw coming.

Her back rested upon his front, he wrapped one hand around her throat and the other hand cupped her heat. He leaned his tall frame down to her petite figure before letting out a low growl. "You better learn some respect before I fuck that tight pussy of yours." Ignoring the moisture between her legs and urge to be touched in ways she could never imagine, Dream spun around and mirrored his previous actions in an act of defiance and wrapped 𝗵𝗲𝗿 hand around 𝗵𝗶𝘀 throat, tip toed to reach his height and whispered in his ear... "I dare you bitch." _________☘︎︎♧︎☘︎︎_________ Dream Carter is a boss in a mans world and doesn't take shit from anyone but what happens when a certain 6'5 grey-eyed billionaire who is what every woman wants and what every man wants to be, walks into her life and turns shit upside down? well read to find out motherfucker. (completed and edited.) WARNING! MATURE CONTENT.

"Guys like you don't go for girls like me..." "Good thing I'm not like most guys then, huh?"

𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐚/𝐧: 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣 • ୨⎯ 𝙨𝙤, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚...𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙮? ⎯୧

A collection of BWWM short stories and oneshots.

"Yes, Mr. Khan?" She answers innocently. "Get your ass back to this truck, right now." "You can't handle it yourself?" She asks in her professional voice, clearly around other people. "A bit tied up at the moment." "Don't bullshit me, Deanna." "I understand you're overwhelmed, Mr. Khan, but I'm sure there's a more polite way we can go about this conversation." She's killing me. "Nothing about the way I'm going to fuck you is polite, Ms. Wilmington. I thought you would understand by now that I'm not the one to play these kinds of games with," I say into the phone ______________ Deanna Wilmington didn't expect to fall in love when she joined Khan Developments and Real Estate as the Vice President of Design and Development. After spending years perfecting her craft around the world, Deanna was ready to bring her talents home and settle down. But working alongside her new boss, Harrison Khan, changes her set morals; Don't Fraternize Within The Workplace. Harrison Khan, a celebrated CEO and single father, has built an empire with his creativity and drive, along side his brothers. He's also fiercely private, shielding his young daughter from the spotlight. When sparks fly between him and Deanna, their connection grows into a love neither of them saw coming. But their happiness comes at a price. As the past comes to the present, Harrison becomes the target of malicious rumors and false allegations that threaten not only his career but their burgeoning romance. The relentless scrutiny and a particularly convincing accusation shake Deanna's faith in Harrison, forcing her to make a heart-wrenching choice: to protect herself by walking away or to stand by the man she loves. As the truth unravels, Harrison and Deanna must navigate the fragile architecture of trust and forgiveness. Will they find a way to rebuild what they've lost, or will the weight of the scandals prove too much for love to bear?

"let me tell you something, darling. you've unlocked a side of me, even I fear. but since you want to keep me up all night, challenging me, he's gonna show up at some point." Mateo whispers, huskily into my ear, gripping my neck. "what are you talking about?" I whisper. "like how I show no mercy when killing someone. I can also show no mercy in bed. you're not sensitive, so you should be able to take the degrading. right, Tesoro?" he asks, i nod. "you know it's not true though. you know I love and cherish you, beautiful," he says slowly. "right?" "mhm." I nod. Mateo slowly starts speeding up his thumb, on my clit. "right. now I know, my Tesoro isn't so vanilla and innocent. So tell me, love. do you have any kinks?" the question catches me off guard. do I? "ya," I mumble. "I want you to list them," he whispers, I can hear the smirk on his face. "bondage, CNC- shit- dirty talk, uh-um, choking, degrading, stimulation. fuck i can't think," I mumble. "you've said my favourites, but have you ever heard of darcyphilia?" he asks, slowly entering his finger again. "n-no." I stutter. "well, I want to fuck you, overstimulate you, edge you, until you're in tears, chanting your safe word." _________________________________ ⚠️ I WON'T CONSIDER THIS BDSM, BUT IT DOES CONTAIN HEAVY SMUT⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK DOES NOT PROMOTE TEEN PREGNANCY⚠️ ⚠️EVERYTHING OTHER THEN THE MAFIA CULTURE AND RACIAL CULTURES ARE FICTION⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK IS CONSIDERED 18+ BUT IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT... I AIN'T YOUR PARENT. BUT DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU⚠️ ⚠️YES THE GIRL IS ON BIRTH CONTROL FROM THE GET-GO⚠️

Here's a list of my favorite Hispanic/Latin Males and Black Women book recommendations that I recommend to you.