Bonita

Bonita

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Romance
Aria Johnson is the most prettiest girl out of all 10th grade. She has the looks, the body, the intellect. Everything a girl wants, Aria had it. Although, Aria has everything she wanted right at her fingertips, she has a normal life like everyone else. Aria's parents are always gone away from home due to their jobs. Aria was walking home from school, she gets kidnapped in broad daylight. Knocked unconscious, the body of Aria Johnson is never to be seen to the daily human eye. Lance Davenport, the kidnapper of Aria, seeks a interest in the girl's young body. 14 years old Aria is about to seek unwanted attention from a man. A man who kidnapped her. A man who'll never be forgiven. And a man who Aria will never forget.
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"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden." My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question. Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead. I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name. "God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core. - An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor. 🏅RANKINGS🏅 #2 lesbian #7 wlw

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