Malachite

Malachite

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Taylore Keanon Pearce is a straight A student living with his single father. Until until the accident happened. Keanon has always kept to himself. Except when he's with his girlfriend Ariana the head of the AV club. After being neglected by his deadbeat alcoholic uncle for so long he's just given' up. Even if his home life sucks he's still got her and that makes it just a little more bearable. Quarl sees Taylore as a burden. After the kids father died he had to take care of the damn kid. Quarl blames keanon for his fathers death. So why should he care about the damn him. 1 year after his fathers death he's still scarred by the memories and nightmares. What happens when everything takes a turn for the worst? ---------------- Quarl is pronounced Carl ( I know weird but I hate him) I don't even know just read it.
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I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing me into the couch, my breath coming out in pants once I'm disconnected from her. It takes a few seconds for my dazed eyes to make out the expression on her face, and I notice that, while her lips are swollen with my kisses, her eyebrows are pulled forward in frustration. "Kai." She lowly whispers my name and pulls the hand that isn't tightly grasping my neck out to caress my cheek. I can't tell whether to bask in her attention or obsess over the fact that I did something wrong. "Stay still," The right hand clasping my neck tightens to the point where I gasp for breath, but quickly releases soon after. My dick jumps in my briefs at the feeling and I blush, secretly hoping she didn't notice. By the way that her eyes light up and her eyebrows release to a more neutral stance, I can tell that she did. But there's no time to acknowledge that because her next words and actions render me breathless. "Remember, I am in control." She states, and then pushes her pelvis so that her heated core presses right against my aching cock. *** In which an inexperienced college freshman catches the eye of a sinful Dominatrix who wants to take every ounce of his innocence... WARNING: This story isn't limited to BDSM. It explores the kink world. And as you may or may not know, kinks go beyond pain/pleasure. If you're brave enough, check it out ;) *Trigger Warnings are provided in the first chapter* **The female lead is older by several years - suck it up sweetie, you'll survive** 110,000 - 120,000 Words

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