The flame of Attraction.....(Completed)
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I don't know what happened but I took my heel off and played with Jamie's member underneath the table, he gave me that look.
The pills made me want to do things that would get me in trouble.
"Oh baby you don't want to start that"
"Oh but I do," I said biting my lower lip...
He pulled my chair closer and slowly trailed his fingers under my dress exploring what was hidden by that white dress, what he wasn't expecting was I wasn't wearing any underwear...
"Fuck ...... baby no underwear" he gave me a look that told me he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
Then he played with his thumb slowly rubbing my wet pussy....then went to the most dangerous part and rubbed it ....the more I wanted the more he played with my feelings ....rubbing it and stopping giving me half kisses, biting my lower lip...
He didn't prepare me...
One finger then two than three...He had fun and took his time showing me why his fingers were magic fingers ...
He got rougher and went in deeper, I tried to suppress the moan but it came out louder than I had anticipated as my body received a million feelings giving me the quivers...
"Fuck" is all I could say when everyone turned and looked at us with disgust...
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Addict In Black ✔
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ECSTASY
My body was stuck. I wanted to move but I couldn't. He leaned down and our lips crashed together. He made the kiss deeper by adding tongue and picked me up giving my ass a squeeze. Earning a moan from me. He began walking upstairs and went straight to my room throwing me on the bed. "I missed you so fucking much." He said aggressively as he took his clothes off. I started taking mines off as well. He laid over my body kissing me again then breaking it-pressing his forehead to mine looking me in my eyes. I arch my back as he reach down to my soaking pussy and he started stroking my clit. "Always so fucking wet, I fucking love it." He continues to rub his fingers up and down my slit. Sticking a finger inside of me every so often. I moan out against his fingers on my clit. "Fuck this I need to be inside of you." He grunts. A love story about Antonio Russo & Shakayla Janai. Not fully edited! Let me know if I made a mistake somewhere!!! But not to much tho 😚 some of y'all be getting smart in the comments 🙃 I definitely return energy.Complete
Mac (Riders of Apollo #8)
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Content Warning: This story contains themes of abuse, mental illness, blood, and drug use. Reader discretion is advised. If any of this feels familiar or personal, please know you're not alone. Feeling overwhelmed or emotional doesn't make you weak-it makes you human. If you're going through something and don't have anyone to talk to, you can always message me. My DMs are open on Instagram @thegoob_first. No judgment. Just someone who's willing to listen. ⸻ People say it gets better. That pain is temporary. That if you just "hold on," things will change. But I've been holding on so tight my hands are bleeding, and nothing's changed- except me. I'm thirteen, and I'm already tired. Not just sleepy. I mean tired in my bones. Tired of pretending school matters. Tired of dodging fists and fake smiles. Tired of being the leftover twin. Kevin was the one people loved. The loud one. The brave one. He used to say we were two halves of the same storm. But he's gone. Drowned in a river we weren't supposed to be near. And I'm still here. Alone. Sometimes I wonder if the wrong twin died. And some days, I know it. My mom won't look at me the same. My dad's fists speak louder than his words. And me? I gave up a long time ago. So I did what you're not supposed to do. I ended it. Only-I didn't. Because I woke up. Again. Same day. Same weight in my chest. Same pain. Now I can't even die right. But then I met her. Skye. And suddenly, dying isn't the hardest part anymore. Living is.
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