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Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. (Nora Moore and Ethan Allen). "Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick. "I," she gasped, closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words, "I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me." He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him. He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his dick, "Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a fucking slut. Hurt my pussy."
NORA
It's not stalking if the guy is your dad's best friend, right?
That's what I tell myself as I sit in my car with a pair of
binoculars stuck to my eyes. This is a totally sane thing for an 18-year-old to be doing on a Friday night. Not nutty at all. The truth is that I'm just waiting to see if anyone comes by about the room he just put up for rent.
The room I'm planning on renting.
Ethan lives pretty close to the college campus, so I'm sure there's going to be a ton of people interested in it, and I can't let any of them get it. Just the thought of some other young girl living so close to him has me gritting my teeth. That can't happen.
As soon as I see his black Jeep pull in the driveway, I breathe a sigh of relief and let all the tension run out of me. Just the sight of him makes me happy. The streetlights aren't bright enough to completely illuminate him, but it's enough for me to see his light brown hair and broad shoulders. I watch him walk to his front door, marveling at how anyone can look so damn sexy just walking. He just looks so confident and powerful, and I can't help but squirm a little bit in my seat.
Once he's inside, I force myself to wait. I can't just go barging in the second he gets home. It will look way too obvious. Moving my ass around some more, I try to get comfortable, but now I'm all wet after seeing him, and I'm having a really hard time focusing on anything else.
Movement catches my eye, and I bring my attention back to Ethan's house. He hasn't pulled the curtains shut, and I can see him pacing the length of his room. He's talking to somebody on his cell, and oh sweet Jesus, he's taken his T-shirt off. A small groan escapes me when I run my eyes over all that magnified muscle. The binoculars make it seem like he's close enough to touch, and all I can think about is running my body all over that hard flesh.
Without consciously making the decision to do so, my right hand is moving up my inner thigh and diving beneath my skirt. For a brief moment, I remember where I am. Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to masturbate in a fucking parked car with a pair of binoculars pressed to my eyes?
My fingers edge under my wet panties telling me that yes, I definitely am. I'm beyond wet, and my finger easily slides all the way in. I grip the binoculars tighter as my breathing picks up. Ethan has stopped pacing and turned toward the window. I know he can't see me. He's not even looking in my direction, but a thrill shoots through me nonetheless, and I start to rub my clit faster. God, his body is a thing of beauty. My eyes roam over his defined abs before going back to his pecs and broad shoulders.
Working my hand faster, I feel the beginnings of the orgasm already starting. Right as it starts to wash over me, I raise the binoculars so I can see his face. The golden stubble on his cheeks, his full, kissable lips, and when I see his gorgeous green eyes, I moan his name into my empty car and cum with a fierceness that leaves me shaking.
I lazily rub my clit, moaning when it sends little aftershocks of pleasure all through me. Dropping the binoculars, I notice that I've fogged up my windows. God, it looks like I've been doing some heavy making out in here. Nope, good neighbors of Ethan, I've just been fucking myself in my car while parked on your lovely street. Once I start giggling, I can't stop. By the time I get control of myself, I have tears running down my face, and I'm starting to worry about my sanity.
This is what happens when you become completely obsessed with an older man and keep yourself a virgin for him. You go nuts! Well, all that's about to change. I'm going to rent this room, and I'm going to make Ethan mine. Soon, I'll be fucking that gorgeous man in the window, and there will be no more solo sessions in my car.
With a smile, I pull down my skirt and open the door. I look up at his window right as he looks over at me, and the wide smile he gives me sends a shiver of excitement up and down my spine. By the time I get to his door, he's already ended the call and is standing there in nothing but a pair of jeans. For a moment I can't speak. All I can do is stare at his amazing body and hope I'm not drooling.
When I manage to bring my eyes to his face, there's a very amused look in his green eyes. I also can't help but notice the heat in them, even if he does try to hide it. Very briefly his eyes run down my body, and I know he's taking in my braless tits and the short skirt I'm wearing.
Unfortunately, he doesn't act on any of that, though. Instead, he brings his eyes back to mine and gives me a big smile, ushering me in.
"What are you up to, Nora?"
I try not to hide my disappointment when he grabs the T-shirt he'd been wearing and throws it back on. I watch as that gorgeous body disappears from view, one perfect inch at a time.
When I look back at him, he looks as if he's trying not to laugh. I feign ignorance and go sit on his couch. He sits down at the other end and tilts his body so he can see me, resting his arms on the side and back of the couch and propping his ankle on his knee. I desperately want to crawl and sit in his lap, but muster up the restraint to stay where I am.
He lifts an eyebrow at me, waiting.
"Well, I wanted to talk to you about something," I say, suddenly very, very nervous.
"Is everything okay?" He looks at me a little worried and then adds, "You look really flushed. Are you feeling okay?"
Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. "I'm gonna take your throat first, Mandy. Then your pussy, then your ass." I'm not even sure what all that means, other than I'm gonna have sex. He takes out his dick and pumps it a few times, pulling it up towards his stomach, exposing the long vein, pulsing with blood as it fills and becomes hard and thick. "Put your hand around it, Mandy." I reach up and gently place my hand around his thickness. Immediately the wetness between my legs is back. "Stroke me," he says in a softer voice. "Harder," he demands when I am timid. I squeeze harder and stroke up and down. Finding a rhythm like our heartbeats out on the beach. Is this the same man? I pump faster, and that makes his eyes close to half-mast. "Your little hands on my big cock, Mandy. I love it. Now open your mouth." I freeze. Staring at him. Deciding "Open," he says again. I obey. "Wider," he whispers as he places his hands on either side of my head and crawls up my body. The tip of his dick touches my lips. "Should I tell you how I like it, Mandy?"
***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Enough spoilers, read on to know what happens. Don't forget to leave your comments. XoXo. "I need to come," I tell her. "Please... yes..." "Come with me..." I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest. "I can't..." she whispers. "I'm so... fluttery..." "You can," I tell her. "I promise you, you can." I pause. "And you will. Again, Laine. Come for me again." I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum. "I'm gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Laine." "Yes..." she whispers. "Oh God, please... please, Nick..." "Don't call me that," I growl, and I'm on the edge, right on the fucking edge. "What shall I call you?" she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she's thinking it, too. It's in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust. My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it. "Call me Daddy," I growl. "You can call me Daddy."
"Is there a reason why I shouldn't fuck your brains out right now?" he ask and I shudder. "Nnn... Nooo! I don't have a reason," I stutter. "Good! I am about to forget you are my princess and fuck you like a slut," he promises as he fucks me. "I am a slut, only for you," I murmur. ******* I have always had a crush on my dad's best friend but Jack never saw me as a woman and rather he always referred to me as a child and treated me just like one. Just that, something ws soff in the eau he looked at me and spoke to me from time to time. I could feel the need in his voice and fire in his eyes. So when my parents had to leave for some days and he was asked to take care of me I knew that was the only chance I will ever get at making my feelings known to him and to know whether or not what I saw was real ot if I wasn't Hallucinating. The first few nights were tough and he kept off saying I was off limits to him, but what if I am not and he is only trying to send me away bechause of the lady I saw him kissing the other night?
"Oh, Fuck Blaze " The Rythm of his movements was relentless, hips and dick and fingers. He licked my lips and I sucked his tongue. Then pinched, the barbell hard against my teeth. He groaned and it was wet. I didn't let him go, and he wriggled and squirmed. I pressed harder against him, bucking harder. ***** At twenty-three, Tiana Melody Taylor is a renowned impostor, her fraudulent acts of using her charms to lure men to her bed and room and then drug them to sleep is what has been putting food on her table. If she is being discovered, she pulls prettying so face that no one will believe she is guilty. ThaThisghasne on for several years, each time playing with the men's desires. To Tiana she wants to support her father's company which Is under the control of her uncle, he keeps sending her on endless missions just to have her will done. Well, she does it anyway till she can't anymore, standing up for her right, Uncle Maxwell assigns her to the last tax which is to extort thirty million francs from the richest billionaire in town_Blaze Jadiel Lewis. While Tiana is targeting Blaze, he is also targeting her, and on the night they meet up in his house, Blaze sees the drug she secretly puts in his drink and switches the drinks.
At twenty-three, Laila Danvers is the only female werewolf over the last century to exist but being born as a descendant of the most hunted Mutt(werewolf outcast) automatically puts a red flag on her name throughout her existence. She comes out in a world filled with disgusting mentalities and this automatically puts her life in danger. She gets tired of a hide-in lifestyle and runs from New Orleans “The city of fangs”, to the quiet town of Malibu, Southern California to live in as an ordinary person not knowing that her last will always hunt her down Just as she gets comfortable with her new lifestyle, she receives a life-threatening call that puts her on the run again from an unknown source, and for the past number of years had been like that, ' run or you get slain
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."