"Lay down for me, baby, you're going to be a good doll for me, aren't you? you're going to let me do anything I want with you?" Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content.* Remy lived most of his life in a boring middle-class family household before everything turned out badly and he found out what his parents had been hiding from him. He left home out of spite. Then a certain situation made Remy a serial bedwarmer, moving from one lover to another. Ghazi didn't expect to bump into Remy. He knows what is expected of him, the family does not tolerate same-sex relationships. It was frowned upon within the organization where Ghazi had managed to hide that part of him for years. That was before he met Remy. Since then he knew he was screwed cause he realize that he'd kill anyone for Remy, even if it was one of his family members.
When dad moved out of the house I didn't know what to expect. We were a happy family with a nice house. I did well in school, we went on vacations and I seldom see mom and dad fight. We appeared normal, boring even. So when mom told me that dad had another family with children, I was dumbfounded. I felt so betrayed, but she didn't stop there. Turns out, she and I were the reason why dad had another family. The fucker wanted children and mom couldn't give him.
"But...you have me," I said genuinely confused, but then... Oh, fuck...
"Remy, we adopted you since you were a baby. I thought it'll solve our problem. But a year ago I found out the truth."
I was adopted. Yes, it was a hell of a way to break the news to a hormonal teenager.
"It's been a year?" I squeaked, my heart was beating too fucking hard I almost didn't catch what she said next.
One single word. "Yes." She said it coldly, there was no hug, no tears, no emotion shown on her face. She had known about it for one whole year and still managed to greet dad and cook for dad like nothing happened. Fuck, it was so fucking messed up.
All of that happened while I was in high school. So the second I was able to, I was determined to get out of the house by enrolling in the furthest college. I left mom with her new boyfriend, yep, another shocker. She had an affair knowing dad had another family, seemed that everyone had one foot out of the door, but me. So, what I did next was something that I needed to do out of spite. I left for college and never looked back.
Since the split fiasco, money was tight, mom and dad had little to spare for their adopted son since they have another family and another life. I hated that I still needed them for money, so I said nothing but take any amount they were giving me.
Though I got into college on a scholarship I still have accommodation, books, and meals to think about. I ate instant ramen on most days except when I had my shift at the gay club, which was three times a week back then. Yep, I took bartending as a way to keep myself afloat during my college days. Oh, and I'm gay which surprisingly put more gap between me and my adoptive parents' relationship.
After I finished my art degree, I still worked at the club since there was not much work out there, when my true passion was jewelry making. At least I'd upgraded to working full-time at the gay club. So in my downtime, I sketched a lot in my shitty apartment and kept on working on my designs.
Aside from having to flaunt my bare chest behind the bar and flirt with customers, the tips at the gay club, Zephyr, were way better than the regular club. Also, the cook took pity on me and let me eat whatever he had left that was going to go bad the next day.
The gay club owner, Jed, had his rotation of boyfriends. So, when after years of working at Zephyr his eyes finally landed on me, I was flattered. I know I was good-looking and had a good body, but I was a virgin though it seemed that the fact had made him want me more.
"I can't keep my eyes away from you, that harness and the leather pants look too good on you." One night Jed praised me as I was about to change into my normal clothes to go home to my crappy apartment.
"Thank you." I blushed at his words. Jed was older, he was in his late forties while I was in the ripe age of my early twenties. Yep, a virgin at twenty-two, working in a gay club. It was not that I was holding on to my virginity, but I had been too busy with my studies and saving money for my art supplies.
So when an older man as established as Jed took interest in me I was ready to sink to my knees and let him have his way with me. Don't get me wrong, I might be a virgin but I was a pro at sucking cocks and restroom handjobs since those were the only activities I had time for.
Then when it was time for Jed to take me on dates, I kept my act and managed not to put out until he took me to our third date.
"Why don't you come and pack your stuff for a couple of days and stay at mine," it was a blatant invitation for a fuck, not to move in and I was humble enough to recognize that, and so I did.
"Okay," I shuddered under his touches. Jed was known to be a bit rough, it was behind the club gossip where his exes talked about how the man would fucked them to the bed and leave love bites and bruises in the morning.
The future of losing my virginity and being taken care of by an older man was too exciting for me that I missed all the red flags. And Jed had been sweet with me for the last couple of dates. By the end of the day, I just wanted to be in someone's arms, then maybe someday I'd be truly loved. Yeah, someday for sure. Being adopted made me realize that I was unwanted and unloved the second I was born, then my adoptive parents put the last nails in my coffin, securing the dark thoughts in my head.
"Oh Remy, tell me is it true that you're still a virgin?" There, Jed finally asked after our third date while he was stripping me naked in his bedroom.
"I am," I smiled shyly, feeling too goddamn nervous cause I wanted me and Jed to last, hopefully for a couple of months. Because I know it won't be forever, not for people like me. I liked his apartment, and I wanted to stay there longer than a month. Yep, it was no secret that Jed likes to keep his boyfriend within reach and I was having no problem with that as long as I could get out of the blistering cold of my tiny apartment which had no proper heating.
"Fuck, gorgeous and willing. Why don't you kneel for me and let me shove my cock through that pink lips of yours."
And so I did, I opened my mouth and let him in while I relaxed my throat. The older man groaned and thrusts in and out. It didn't take long until I was on all four and he took my virginity. He was gentle for the first part as if he was cherishing my virginity until I slipped out a moan and the man goes wild.
I was sore two hours later while he cuddled me when all I wanted to do was to take a shower. Somehow the fucking didn't seem as wonderful as the ones in romance novels and the dried cum itches. But I didn't move out of the bed cause I wanted to please the man, letting him hold me and pressing his sweaty chest on my back until he finally snored. I gently pushed away from him and quietly went to the bathroom to clean myself.
The next couple of months fly by easily, I was fucked, sheltered, and fed, all while trying to find a proper job suitable for my art degree.
"I know not to get my hopes up," I told my bestie and fellow cocksucker from Zephyr, Marx.
"Yeah, your ex-virgin ass is not going to entertain him much longer. The man builds Zephyr for his personal enjoyment. But tell me, are you sure you're okay?"
I was not, but I didn't tell him. Instead, I hid my duffle bag under the counter and start preparing drinks for Marx's table. The chirpy twink grinned and took his table's order in seconds.
When no one was looking I wiped my tears and took a deep breath before I plastered a fake smile on my face. Being subtly pushed out of Jed's apartment was a low blow, I thought we were going somewhere. I did last more than three months with him, which was a couple of months more than many of his conquests at Zephyr.
I know so because they talked.
It was Emilie's last chance to save her career. She was balancing her folder while knocking the door at the same time. She was supposed to meet Mr. Markov, a single doctor in need of re-furnishing and re-decorating his house. Her boss was itching to date her, saying if Emilie lost the contract she would have to date him to remain as an employee in his company. The folder was heavy, her arms were getting tired. Moments later, the door opened and revealed the handsome single doctor. Emilie was overwhelmed and dropped everything to the floor. ***** He had one appointment before he went to the ER. He needed the meeting to finish early. Max opened the door as soon as he heard the bell. He was not ready for the beauty in front of him. The woman seemed clumsy enough to drop everything to the floor and then cursed colorfully. Well... he was amused by her as he helped the woman with her things. What will happen after their first meeting? And where's the Mafia part in this story?
Welcome to Smut Town, where the steamy stories are connected. Feast on our townies' thirst for romance. From their sexy billionaires, and ruthless mafias, to their sexy sugar babies and hot college students. This is a book compilation of our town's smut universe, where lust turns to love and happily ever after is inevitable. The book will start with our delightful sugar baby Jacqueline and her polyamory relationship with the twin billionaires, Percy and Grady. Then we continue with Ella's story who is also Jacqueline's neighbor and the twins' sister. All the stories will entwined as you go through each couple and end with their happily ever after. As a bonus...find the new adventure of our townies' very own Vampire clan. Read the first story of how our Vampire King falls for his little human killer, Tessa. To all of my readers who have read my books as stand-alones, I dare you to read the book as a whole. Experience our townies' lustful endeavor to reach their ever-after without pause.
Armand was appointed king, his small hellish kingdom was nothing compared to his nemesis. But he was not claiming for more, he was done after his lover's demise as King Ranulf accidentally kill her and made both of them cast to hell. He's a fallen angel who wanted nothing but to spend the rest of his eternal life grieving in his way. That was until the day he met Rain, the human werewolf he thought can heal his wound. But he was rejected, he thought Rain liked him until he chose King Ranulf. The day he was going to kidnap Rain was the day he got badly wounded. And Rain once again rejected him and told his lover not to hurt him. And that's how for days he ended up in the care of a very chatty Succubus named Basilea. ***** No one knows how valuable Basilea was, not even the last king she served her life for. Basilea was the last princess of the demon succubus, both parents were killed in the great war less than a hundred years ago. Her kingdom falls and she had no desire to fill her royal throne. She was living the harem life with King Ranulf, her life was easy under his protection. Basilea was brought by King Eustace, the ruler before King Arkael and King Ranulf. She was taken in just before her she reach adulthood, no one knew her, and no one gets close enough to peel layers of her deep darkest secret until Armand. The one being she couldn't resist, the one male who can fulfill her desire. She was a demon after all, and she knows that demons don't get her happy ever after. Or do they? ***** Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content*
"Don't play coy with us, Jacqueline. You know that we want you," Grady was to my back and kissed my naked shoulder excruciatingly slowly. We...oh, fuck. ***** Since a very young age, Jacqueline has always been the adventurous type. Growing up she didn't change, her curiosity developed in all aspects of her life. But watching her mom wilted away because of her dad's affairs made her swear not to fall for any man. She moved miles away from home to free herself of her family's hypocrisy and judgemental view of their social circle. Jacqueline couldn't believe the day when she was recruited by an escort agency. Her love of intimacy was reflected in ways she always imagine. The lack of family closeness made her crave attention from others, up until the day she met the twins, from then on she never felt so suffocated in all her life. Follow Jacqueline's journey as she discovers love, not only from one but two men. How will she handle them, and will she follow her guts and fall for both brothers?
"You can strip him naked, baby, and do what you want. I'm just going to watch." I said huskily then backing away and poured myself another glass of wine. Promiscuous Series: 1. Between Them 2. The Lovers 3. The Desires 4. The Forbidden Lust Ben has always been best at what he does, he's handsome, tall, kind-hearted, and cheerful. That shouldn't be the result of growing up with parents who rejected his sexual orientation. But he learned how to survive when he run away from home. Ben knows how to mingle with the right people and have the guts to take jobs that would support him. His life was doing just fine, he was happy, he was financially okay, until one day he was terrorized by one of his clients. ***** Jasper is a straight man, he grew up to be a paralegal, have a safe job for his boring kind of life. He was satisfied with what he had accomplished in life, he thought he was happy, until he met Ben. Until he was falling for the one sugar baby he shouldn't have. ***** Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content*
Bree was moving erotically teasing the handsome man sitting still with his hands planted firmly above his knees while he calmly enjoys the strip show. Gage's eyes scanned her body, watching her intensely as her thumb hooked on the waistband of her skirt then slowly unzipped and let the skirt fall to the floor then she turns around shaking her ass adorably making him laugh. ****** Babes is a strip club where the dancers danced, there are strict rules for the dancer not to offer themselves to their clients. Prostitution is a big no at the club. Though rules are meant to be broken, especially when the dancers are desperate enough to get extra cash. Babes cater to a high-end clientele of well-dressed men with various backgrounds, from rich sleazy playboys, and bad boys CEO executives, to cheating husbands with cash to spend for a private lap dance. The dancers at Babes are beautiful sexy women with different backgrounds from struggling actresses, and single moms with bills to cover, to students having to pay for their student loans, there are also women who just like to dance and be appreciated by men. But in Babes, people fall in love, strangely they found their match in the high-end strip club where they least expected. Follow this story and read how the dancers struggle for love and how the men find their future happiness.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
She was the notorious Alana Wilson, a shameful daughter of the Wilson family. Her reputation went downhill after she broke her engagement with her fiance, Albert Harris. They pointed finger at her, calling her a cheater. However, in truth, who was the cheater here? Alana would do anything she could to have her engagement with Albert broken, even if it meant sacrificing her own reputation. Ten years of abuse she endured in her last life was enough. She made sure that in this life, she would never marry that cheating bastard again. As her previous crush, as well as her brother's best friend, Lorenzo Miller is now back to the country, what would happen to her already messed up life? Especially when her ex-fiance also didn't want to leave her alone. Sequel is out now! Rebirth of the Billionaire's Vengeful Actress Wife
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.