🎧 Her back arched off the desk as Zahir fucked her with his fingers, his mouth still on her clit. His fingers curled, hitting that spot, making her tremble, making her eyes roll back. "You gon' cum for me?" Zahir murmured, his voice thick, teasing. "You gon' cream all over my fingers, Dee? And then cream on this dick?" Dee whimpered, her hips grinding against his face, her body already right there. ----------------- Sports radio host Delilah "Dee" Vaughn built her career on sharp opinions and unfiltered shade, never backing down from a challenge. NBA star Zahir Coleman isn't used to being called out-especially not by a woman who seems immune to his charm. Their on-air feud turns into something far more dangerous: an undeniable attraction neither of them can ignore. But in a world where the spotlight never dims, one wrong move could cost them everything. Released: 03/17/2025

🎸 "You feel that?" he murmured. "Feel how wet you are for me?" "Maverick-" she gasped. "I could fuck this pretty pussy all night," he groaned. "Look at the mess you're making on me. Soaking the sheets. Look up, baby. Look at what I'm doing to you." She looked up at the mirror-saw his body rocking into hers, the muscles in his arms flexing as he pinned her down. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples hard and huge milk chocolate areoles glistening with sweat. Her mouth fell open again. "No lyrics now?" he teased. "I c-can't-" "You were doing so good," he murmured, grinding deeper. __________________________ Celeste Jones is music royalty-an electric guitar virtuoso with a voice that sells out stadiums and a presence that commands every room she walks into. To the public she's bold, curvy, unapologetically sensual, and used to being admired from a distance. But there's so much to her they don't know. When an anonymous threat shakes her world, her team hires a bodyguard she can't ignore. Maverick Walker is ex-military, all discipline and control. His low waves are always tight, his dark skin glows under stage lights, and his trimmed beard frames a mouth that rarely smiles. He's not here to play fanboy. He's here to do a job: keep Celeste alive. But Celeste doesn't make it easy. She flirts with him like it's foreplay. One shared kiss is all it takes for Maverick's resolve to fracture. As danger creeps closer, the chemistry between them catches fire. Their kisses turn to touches. Their touches turn to nights neither of them can forget. And when it all explodes, it's more than just lust-it's survival, it's love, it's everything. Released: 04/02/2025

Reign Tate Calloway is a 27-year-old plus-size Black woman with rich brown skin, deep dimples, and a confident stride that commands attention. Her dark, coily hair is usually styled in long twists or a sleek bun, complementing her expressive, almond-shaped eyes. She dresses with effortless style-form-fitting jeans, statement blazers, and sneakers that keep her ready for anything. As a community organizer, she's fiery, passionate, and deeply loyal to the people she fights for. She's got a sharp tongue, a soft heart, and a past that's made her strong-but also cautious when it comes to love. Rashad "RJ" James is 30, standing at 6'2" with an athletic build that still carries the power of his football days. With a strong jawline, neatly trimmed beard, and piercing dark eyes, he's the type of man who turns heads without trying. His style is effortless-fitted sweaters, designer watches, and tailored slacks that hint at the success he's built. Born and raised in Philly, RJ came from humble beginnings, but his drive pushed him into the world of real estate, where he's made a name for himself. Beneath his polished exterior, he carries the weight of past mistakes and the pressure of proving he's more than just another former athlete. When Reign and RJ clash over the future of a beloved community center, their differences are undeniable-but so is their attraction. She's fighting to save what matters, and he's determined to build something new. Their chemistry is electric, their arguments intense, and their connection undeniable. But as past wounds and personal ambitions collide, they'll have to decide if love is worth risking everything.

"Never get enough, she's the sweetest drug." Naomi is one of the fiercest lawyers in the city that everyone is scared to go against. But when she isn't being a lawyer, she's looking for her soulmate. Maybe she'll find one, one day. She just hopes her past doesn't get in the way.

Stretch Marks : A form of scarring on the skin. May diminish over time, but will never disappear completely.

Nina who is a recent divorcee, gets a job working for a Millionaire as his daughter's nanny, all while trying her hardest not to fall in love with him. *** The last thing on Nina's mind is falling in love and getting back into a relationship. Nina is done with love after getting her heartbroken and divorcing her philandering husband. Now Nina is back at home with her grandmother with no job, but at least she has a place to stay. When a chance encounter with a millionaire happens at Walmart, with the hot Tristan, she finds herself working for him and keeping her walls built as she promised. But the closer they get to one another, the harder it becomes for Nina not to make those walls crumble down. Tristan knows falling in love is a trap. He doesn't have time for it, anyway. Taking care of his daughter and running a millionaire business is the only thing that's on his mind. That's what he tells himself until he meets Nina. He tries his best to keep things between them professional, but it proves to be hard when she always finds a way to kick in his protective instincts. Will these two be able to let their guards down and fall in love, or will they let their pride stand in the way? *** This is a revamped version of Nina's Second Chance at Romance. Character's names may be different or different characters altogether. The storyline will differ. Mature content 18+, please. Updates will be on either Wednesdays, Fridays, or Saturdays.

DeMarcus asks for an open marriage but will he be able to handle it when Aleena plays by his rules? We'll see.

Widening the door I seen him holding another bag, with flowers in his hand and a blunt behind his ear "really? More peace offerings?" "Ain't none wrong in that" I thanked him for it as I was raised with manners I placed the flowers on the counter alongside the bag not bothered to look inside and see what he got. "That's how you gon do me?" He asked pointing at the flowers on the counter. "I mean flowers really not cutting anything right now" I shrugged. "It better cause I came here to apologise" he walked over and stood in front of me with his tall ass self. "Mhm" I hummed ready to hear what he has to say. "Real shit though. I know I ain't really been on my shit cause I got other shit I'm dealing with so Ion really wanna put that onto you cause you'n deserve none of that. So I told you Ion wanna rush it so I don't become the man that don't treat you good" at this point he put his hand in mine and used his thumb to rub the back of my hand in circular motions. "So I wanna apologise for allat cause I ain't really tell you what's going on but Ion really wanna wait for that date no more". There was just some in his eyes that was getting me especially with his head being slightly tilted not even thinking of trying to break eye contact with me. "So what does that mean?"

The Price of Fame follows Andre Ellis, a rising basketball star, and Kaddi Clark, a freelance photographer, as they fall in love under the glare of public scrutiny. As Dre's fame grows, pressure from the league and his PR team threatens their relationship, forcing them to confront the harsh reality of love in the spotlight.

Blind to his relentless gaze, Ciauna moves through her day, unaware of the noose tightening around her. It only took one glance-just one-for Obeye to decide she would be his. From that moment, he watched from the shadows, his patience unnervingly steady, biding his time and savoring the anticipation before he struck. By the time Ciauna feels the shift in the air, a chilling prickle at the back of her neck, it's far too late. He has her now, ensnared in his grip, forced to bend to his every dark whim-no escape, no turning back. But the worst part? A small, unyielding part of her doesn't want to resist him at all. ________________ As I reached the edge of his desk, his hands gripped my hips, the sudden contact making me gasp. His touch was firm, almost painful, as he spun me around to face the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. "Look out there," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "See all of that?" I nodded, my eyes blurring with unshed tears as I took in the twinkling lights of the cityscape. "That's your world," he whispered, his grip tightening. "And I control it. Now, bend over the desk."