Emily Larson is a well-educated virgin who's decided to save herself for marriage, and she's quite knowledgeable about the ins and outs of intimate positions. Her story unfolds as she catches the eye of a CEO billionaire, Liam Robert, a man of multiple facets. Liam Robert is not just a wealthy businessman; he's also an advocate for various important causes like world hunger, clean energy, and environmental issues, making him a prominent figure in the tech industry. Despite his philanthropic efforts, he's known for his playboy persona, often surrounded by a bevy of women. Liam's charm and charisma are as notorious as those of Tony Stark's. Emily works at an exclusive country club and finds herself spellbound by Liam, even though she's aware that she's far from his usual crowd. She secretly admires him from a distance, but Liam never seems to acknowledge her beyond the role of a mere servant. Emily understands the harsh reality of beauty standards, and she believes herself to be far from Liam's league. In an attempt to move on, Emily starts dating an average guy she met on Tinder, Matt. He's cute and likable, but Liam's allure keeps pulling her back in. When Liam unexpectedly becomes her knight in shining armor, their story takes a wild turn. The playboy billionaire starts showing genuine interest in the seemingly not-so-innocent bartender. The story promises a rollercoaster ride of rags to riches, the taming of a player, and the transformation of a sex-driven man into a potential husband. Along the way, love triangles, jealous boyfriends, fame, paparazzi, Twitter hate comments, lavish nights out, and an escape to an island add drama to their budding relationship. Emily Larsson chooses to lose her virginity to the daring billionaire, Liam, or will she stay committed to her first boyfriend, Liam? Read on to uncover the passionate and tumultuous journey that awaits them. After all, being pure doesn't mean being inexperienced, and locked cherries can drive any man crazy.
I kick off my shoes after a long day serving drinks at the country club. I groan and reach down to press on the red areas of my feet. Damn it...I need new shoes...or I need to stop standing for so long. I'm sure they're swollen. I close the hotel room door, which is where I live since it's closer to my job and cuts rent in half. $30 a night beats $950 any day. That's not even including bills. At my last place, a one-room apartment, my rent was $1250. I'm saving $350, which is nice. I can use it on necessities. I walk to the club, which is five miles away.
I don't mind walking twice daily to keep my stomach flat.
My soles are killing me! I open the glassy door to the shower-tub combo in my bathroom, while I run cool water. I turn to the vanity, where a bowl sink and tall mirror are. An olive-skinned, blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl stares back at me in the mirror, yeah that's me. Hmm...I'm breaking out, I noticed. I move closer to examine the pimples all over my forehead. "Ugh! I need to cut out sugar." My light voice pouts, then sighs. My hands open a bottom cabinet on the vanity to retrieve Epsom salt while I walk back to the tub and pour the salt in. I sit on the wide ledge and swing my feet over to submerge them into the steaming water. Ahh...that's so much better! A buzz from my back pocket makes me smirk. I slide it out, face unlock my phone and click on Tinder. Nine messages wait. I reply to each.
All the men were thirsty and all they wanted was sex, I teased some and left the rest hanging. I rub my sore back as I view 3k matches and swipe right on a dozen. Each of the guys is a 10 in looks and they could even model. But I know looks don't always mean the guy will be the one. Hot guys are sluts....man whores, not husband material. They're good to toy with and nice to look at, but that wears off after a while. Beautiful men don't seem to settle down until they've sown their oats as much as possible. I need someone who's hubby material. I'm not dumb. I know I won't find that on Tinder. I'm just on the app to pass the time while I wait for Mr. Right.
Some people think men don't want virgins. But I think men find us hotter than fast girls or cam girls. Judging by the men in my inbox, which has to be close to one hundred, I found that this surprises and arouses them. I haven't had one guy get turned off; instead, they wonder how tight I am. I love telling them I'm completely untouched.
No insertion of any kind has gone inside me. Sex toys aren't for everyone. Some guys ask if I don't have experience, then how would I be good at sex? I study technique books for mouth positions and sex positions.
Their stunned replies always amuse me. I guess they think virgins are still living in the 1950s. They probably think I don't masturbate...I do. I'm not entirely insane! All I know is that I won't be unprepared. Whoever my future husband is will be screaming on our wedding night. And yes, the honeymoon will be traditional. No sex beforehand...yet fooling around will be allowed.
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In the morning, I wake with my hair all over my head and the sheets in a twist around my body. The alarm from my phone blares the air like a siren. The only sound that works for me. I showered, washed the suds from my hair, flipped it back, and then got out. I take two towels from a rack and wrap one around my head, then one around my breast. For breasts that are a 24b cup, I'd like them bigger and higher. This is one of my flaws. If only I had money to throw away my insecurities. The FaceTime tone vibrates my phone. I rush to the counter and read the screen.
"Fuck!," she moans as my finger slides fully inside her, her body responding instantly. "More," Elisia demands, breathless. "Really?" I taunt her. "Beg. You know how this works, Elisia. I'm in control, not you." "I'm not begging you," she retorts, though her voice wavers. Without hesitation, I pull my finger out, leaving her aching for more. I begin teasing her, running my finger along her slit, knowing she'll eventually break. "I'm going to kill you," she growls. "Oh, really?" I mock, pulling my hand away entirely. She sighs, realizing I'm serious. "Theo, please," she whispers softly. "Not good enough," I say, sucking on her neck, leaving my marks. "Please, Theo, touch me," she whimpers, her voice more desperate as I bite into her skin. I stop and smirk against her neck, savoring her submission. I pull back, admiring her. She's a beautiful, needy mess, just for me. "Was that so hard, Sia?" I tease, enjoying the control I have over her. They were forced into a marriage, but fate had other plans. What started with resentment turned into something deeper. She wanted to hate him, but he replaced all her anger with tenderness. "It's hard to explain," I sigh. "I'll listen, baby," he whispers, resting his forehead against mine. "Just talk to me, please."
If it were up to him, he would have broken her into pieces and never put her back together. Instead, he let her build herself up, watching her fall and rise, die and live, float and drown, all while controlling her body like putty in his hands. Dominic was never gentle; his methods were unique. He understood her completely and used her own strengths against her. Sheila knew what she was getting into, but nothing could have prepared her for Dominic who made everyone obey him, including her. How would she survive his ways, or could she even survive at all?
Warning: Reader's discretion is advised, gun violence, assault, sexually explicit, violence and use of strong and abusive words "No matter how gloomy he seemed, I could spot a tiny angelic spark in his eyes. "Stop, we cant be doing this!" I shouted, but my words were cut short as he forcefully pressed me against the wall. I almost choked on my breath, feeling the intensity of his action. His adorable blue eyes stared into mine, making every bone in my body go weak. He smirked, fully aware of the effect he had on me. "You got too comfortable with me, doll, but I haven't revealed Huncho's true capabilities to you," he muttered. Breaking our eye contact, he leaned in close to my neck. My heart raced in sync with his, and every breath he took sent tingles across my body. Fearful of my own words, I bit my tongue. "And I don't think you want to know," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine as his words tickled my ear. I took a deep breath, attempting to gather my thoughts. Returning to meet my gaze, he sought to gauge his impact on me. However, I resisted, smirking as I lowered my chin and looked up at him. "You're all talk, Huncho," I whispered, not even blinking. I noticed a gulp rising in his throat, strengthening my smirk. "Even when I'm in your grasp, you're still under my control."
"Nivea never imagined that her life could take a stranger turn than working as a waitress at an exclusive erotic masquerade ball for the ultra-wealthy. However, everything changed when she captured the attention of her stunning billionaire boss, Christian Bart. What initially began as a night of anonymous indulgence swiftly evolved into a whirlwind of emotions, propelling Nivea into the harsh realities of the affluent and influential. Christian Bart: I've never been captivated by a woman, and I've certainly never experienced love because, to me, it's nothing more than a fabricated illusion, a chemical deception posing as momentary madness. It's all a strategic exchange, but for individuals like me, it's a cutthroat takeover. At least, that's what I convinced myself. Then, that tempting young woman entered my world and turned everything upside down. Nivea James: Talk about a bizarre night. I faced harassment, assault, and termination (not necessarily in that order) before spontaneously igniting into unbridled sexual passion with my former boss. And Christian Bart wasn't just a sophisticated billionaire and an untouchable green tech mogul. From his deep blue bedroom eyes to his emanation of restrained power, he posed a danger to both my well-being and my undergarments. We were a fleeting enchantment, an extraordinary accident that left my legs trembling and my body yearning for much more.
(!8+, sexual content and strong language) "The taste of you is divine, feels like i'm fucking an angel. Ivy, take my soul, i'm all yours" Murphy said Billionaire technology visionary Ivy Vanderwalt embarked on a mission to improve the world alongside the six men she holds dear to her heart. Yet, her pursuit of success exacted a profound toll. Now, faced with an unrelenting and formidable menace born from the very technology she pioneered, she must muster every ounce of her strength to safeguard not only those she loves but also herself from this relentless adversary. Murphy has always been a beast in bed. He knew the exact place to stroke, how hard and how quickly to make me lose my mind. I straddled him, riding his cock with my eyes trained on Will's as the bastard grinned scandalously. Moaning lowly, I clinched down as tightly as possible. "So. Fucking. Beautiful." Murphy groaned beneath me. I held his hands as they settled on my breasts, squeezing and pinching my erect nipples. "I could watch this view all day for the rest of my life." "Some of us want to taste the view too. You can't hog all the cookies. There's always been plenty to go around." Bradley commented, sidling up next to the bed, nude. "Are you still on your period, Murf? A little tense?" He ran his eyes down my bouncing frame. "Because just a few minutes inside her should cure whatever the fuck it was that crawled up your ass and died." ***This is a reverse harem story. It features a single woman with six men.***
Eunice finds herself trapped in an unfulfilling and discontented marriage, where her primary focus is keeping her husband content. However, her life takes a surprising turn when she crosses paths with two intriguing men who force her to reevaluate her desires and priorities. As she delves deeper into this new chapter of her life, Eunice uncovers a side of herself that had long been suppressed, along with a love that defies conventional boundaries. This tale explores themes of polyamory and romance, where the dynamics involve multiple partners in a mixed-gender context (MxFxM), adding layers of complexity and passion to Eunice's journey.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
Lucille was one of the most skilled female assassins, and on the previous night, she embarked on a top-secret mission. However, the mission's details were leaked, leading to her untimely demise at the hands of a traitorous companion. She never discovered the identity of the person who betrayed her before her death. But by some miracle, she was granted a new life, and was reborn as a girl with the same name. Determined to uncover the truth and seek revenge for her family, Lucille seized her second chance at life. She planned to avenge her loved ones. However, her plans were complicated by Joseph, an apparently frail man who was actually skilled in martial arts. And he seemed to fall for her deeply, now this newfound knowledge only added to the complications of Lucille's revenge plan...
For seven years, Jillian pursued Bryan with unyielding passion, but he remained distant, his emotions tightly sealed. Disheartened, she left for overseas after graduating from college. Three years later, Jillian, now a successful attorney, sat provocatively on the lap of Bryan's competitor. She flashed Bryan a playful smile and taunted, "What's wrong, Bryan? Are you impotent?" Bryan's restraint shattered in an instant. In a swift motion, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed. The next morning, as Bryan woke up, Jillian flashed a mischievous smile. "Let's keep things casual, okay?"
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
Damian didn't believe in love, but he needed a wife to claim the inheritance his uncle left him. Amelia needed to take revenge on her ex-husband, and what better way to do it than a marriage of convenience with his worst enemy? There were only two rules in their fake marriage: no entanglement or sexual relationship, and they would go their separate ways after the arrangement was over. But their attraction for each other is more than they bargained for. When feelings start to get real, and Noah wants Amelia back, will Damian let her go? Or will he fight for what he believes is his?