Let me make love to you tonight, beautiful Brynne." He hovered over my face. "Please." "But I can't stay the ni ....", His mouth swallowed my protests as he stretched me out on his soft, plush bed and started touching my body. Kissing my body. Heating my body until any conscious thought I had before this point fled my brain and kept on going. I was breaking my rules, and I was very aware of that fact as Ethan's tongue swirled over my hardened nipples, alternating between little scrapes of teeth followed by soft stroking to soothe what he'd done. ONE NIGHT OF PURE DESIRE 18+
"Huh!
My mother can't see this, and that's a really good thing", I inwardly talked to myself as i stood, staring at one of the pictures on the wall. My mother would freak out when she sees it.
This photograph was shot by my best friend Benny and tonight it is going to be sold in his show. I told him I'd be here and I know how important it is for him. It's important for me too. I only want the best for my friend, just like he does for me. In the past three years Benny has been right there to console me, drink with me, commiserate with me, and even to help me pay my rent upon occasion by giving me work. Well, that is all fine but the main problem is the picture I'm staring at right now. And it's a picture of my nude body.
Posing as a nude model isn't something I dreamed of doing for my life's work or anything, but it is a way to make some extra money in between student loans. And lately I'd been getting offers from other photographers. Benny said to be prepared for more interest too, because of this show tonight. People will inquire about the model. It's a given, Brynne. That's my Benny, always the optimist.
I sipped my champagne and continued to study the really huge image hanging on the gallery wall. My portrait had been enlarged and printed on canvas for this show. The effect was a bit startling but even so, it was apparent that Benny had talent. For a child of Somali refugees who started with less than nothing in the UK, he knew how to configure a picture. He'd posed me on my back with my head turned to the side, my arm over my breasts and my fingers flared between my legs. He'd wanted my hair splayed out, my legs straight up, and my pussy covered. I'd worn a string thong for the shot, but you couldn't see it. Nothing showed that would classify my image as porn. The proper term is artistic nude photography, anyway. My stuff was shot tastefully or I didn't do it. Well, I certainly hoped my pictures didn't get onto any porn sites, but who could know for sure these days. I didn't do porn. I hardly did sex.
"There's my girl!" Benny's big arms wrapped around my shoulders and he rested his chin on top of my head. "It's smashing isn't it? And you have the most beautiful feet of any woman on the planet." He said staring at my portrait.
"Everything you do looks good. Ben, even my feet" I turned around and faced him. "So, you sell anything yet? Let me rephrase. How many have you sold?"
"Three so far, and I think this one's going very soon." Ben winked. "Don't be obvious, but see the tall bloke in the gray suit, black hair, speaking with Carole Andersen? He's inquired. Seems he's quite taken by your gorgeous naked self. Probably going to go for a good palm session soon as he can get the canvas all to himself. How does that make you feel, Brynne luv? Some rich toff pulling his pud to the sight of your unearthly beauty."
"Shut up." I rolled my eyes at him. "That's just nasty. Don't tell me things like that or I'll have to stop taking jobs." I tilted my head and shook it. "It's a damn good thing I love you, Benny Clarkson." Ben could say the crassest thing and manage to make it come out proper and refined. Must be his British accent. Hell, even Ozzy Osbourne sounded proper at times thanks to that accent.
"It's true, though," Ben said, placing a kiss on my cheek, "and you know it. That chap hasn't stopped eyeballing you since you glided in here. And he's not gay." I gaped at Benny when he said that.
"Good to know, thank you, Ben, for the update. And I don't glide!" He grinned at me in that wicked, boyish way of his. "Believe me, if he was I would've offered to blow him in the back room by now. He's off the charts hot." "You're going to hell, you know that, don't you?" I snapped at my friend but as I looked over casually and checked out the buyer. Benny was right about him; the guy oozed hotness from the leather soles of his Ferragamos to the tips of his wavy dark hair. About six foot three, muscular, confident, rich. I couldn't tell about his eyes because he was talking to the owner of the gallery. About my picture maybe? Hard to say, but didn't matter anyway. Even if he did buy it, I'd never see him again.
"I'm right, huh?" Ben saw me looking and nudged me in the ribs. "About the jerking off? No possible way, Benny!" I shook my head slowly. "He's far too beautiful to have to resort to his hand for an orgasm."
And then that beautiful man turned and looked at me. His eyes burned across the room almost as if he'd heard what I'd just said to Benny. But that was impossible. Wasn't it? He kept staring and I finally had to look down. There was no way I could compete with the level of intensity, or whatever the hell was coming at me from where he stood. The urge to leave kicked in immediately. Safety first. And it was already night.
I gulped another swig from my champagne and drained it. "I need to go now. And the show is brilliant." I hugged my friend. "And you will be famous the world over," I told him, grinning. "In about fifty more years!"
Benny laughed behind me as I headed for the door. "Call me, my lovely!" I waved a hand without turning and stepped out. The street was busy for London on a weeknight. The upcoming Olympic Games had turned the city into an absolute cluster of humanity, though. It could be years before I got a cab. Should I risk the walk to the closest Underground station? I glanced down at my heels, which looked great paired with my dress but were seriously lacking in the walking comfort department. And if I took the Tube, I'd still have to hoof it another couple blocks to my flat in the dark. Mom would say no, of course. But then again, Mom was not here in London. Mom was home in San Francisco, where I didn't want to be. Screw this. I started walking.
"It's a very bad idea, Brynne. Don't risk it. Let me give you a ride." I immediately froze on the street when i heard the voice. I knew who spoke to me without ever hearing his voice before. I turned slowly to face the same eyes that had burned me back at the gallery. "I don't know you at all," I told him.
He smiled, his lip turning up more on one side than the other of his goateed mouth. He pointed to his car at the curb, a sleek black Range Rover HSE. The kind that only Brits with money can ever afford. Not that he didn't reek of money before, but he was way out of my league.
I swallowed hard in my throat. Those eyes of his were blue, very clear and deep. "Yet you call me by name and-and expect me to get in a car with you? Are you crazy?"
He walked toward me and extended his hand. "Ethan Blackstone."
I stared at his hand, so finely elegant with the white cuff framing the gray sleeve of his designer jacket. "How do you even know my name?"
"I just bought a work entitled Brynne's Repose from the Andersen Gallery for a nice sum not fifteen minutes ago. And I'm fairly sure I'm not mentally impaired. Sounds more PC than crazy, don't you think?" He kept his hand out.
I met his hand and he took mine. Oh, did he ever. Or maybe I'd lost my mind shaking hands with the stranger who'd just purchased a huge canvas of my naked body. Ethan possessed a firm grip. And hot too. Had I imagined he pulled me a little closer toward him? Or maybe I was the crazy one, because my feet hadn't moved an inch. Those blue eyes were nearer to me than they were a moment ago, though, and I could smell his cologne. Something so gawd awfully delicious that it was sinful to smell that good and be human.
HIS SEX SLAVE. *The devil's hostage* (She was the light not until when she was captured by the king of darkness) ~~~~~ Mithran Princess Adora Solen is on her way to be married when her kingdom's centuries old foe, the Thanatens, attack her carriage. Taken as a captive, she's swept up in an adventure of darkness.... and a dangerous desire for the enemy. She cannot resist the devilishly handsome king of darkness. Also the King of Shadows, Caliban Mor'gen, doesn't know what he's getting himself into when he takes Adora as his captive. For the first time in his life, he craves the kiss of the sun. He wanted her for revenge but she was so beautiful.
~l have never had a threesome with anyone~ ~But still fuck me~ TAKEN TWICE. 18+. Karen Ryder ran away from her abusive boyfriend and swore never to fall in love with any other man but she instead fall in love with not one but two men.... In fact brothers. Twisted pasts and unforeseen future leaves her breathless and though innocent about the threesome thingy, she ends up exploring her darkest fantasies and feelings. Things were all good not until when one brother got jealousy, possessive and wanted her to be his only. This was so hard for her to decide since she loved both brothers.
~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ THE VAMPIRE'S DESIRES 18+ I was trembling The fact that he had taken ownership of me and forced me to lay here with him was repulsive. I tried to pull away but he quickly grabbed me again. "Don't tell me not to touch what's mine again , you get a pass because of the day you have had but don't forget it that fucking you is all about me ,once l change my mind you will receive it hard", He growled while pulling me more to him.
~He is a porn star and he has no feeling for any woman~ ~It is just sex, no feeling involved; so fuck me like a pornstar~ **** Raelynn Williams was moving clear across the country to start a new life but fate had other plans. On her way she met an arrogant guy who she realizes later that he is her neighbor. During the process, she unintentionally ended up having a night stand with him. This was however a mistake because after that night, sex with him became her addiction. This went on for a good couple of months until when Raelynn realized that it wasn't just sex. However just as she was falling in love with him, she shockingly realized that he was a porn star. A porn star who had no feeling for her.
Love me or hate me either way, I will fuck you every night. **** I needed to be inside of her again so desperately that the moment she moved enough that her legs parted, I couldn't help myself. She was already wet again, and my cock slipped inside of her with shocking ease. Her right heat gripped me so exquisitely I thought I would burst. In the room's silence, I could hear her breathing pick up, but when I looked down, she still appeared asleep. Yet she now clenched her eyes shut and her lips parted in a silent moan. I let more of my weight settle on her as I pushed deeper inside of her slick pussy. Her body welcomed me eagerly, and I exhaled sharply at the satisfaction of filling her. Fucking Rhea was the best experience of my life. I wanted to have her as much as I could. Something told me she enjoyed me as well. The way in her and how she moaned when she came on my cock seemed genuine. "Aleksander," she whispered my name, and I shoved into her harder at the sound of her breathy voice. "Ah!" She gasped and her arms flew up to wrap around my ribs.
WARNING!!! 18+ He was watching me as I rode his cock. With our eyes locked together, l began to feel it, it felt so fucking good. His eyes traveled from my eyes , down over my body and stopped at my southern parts. He watched me as I fucked him. It was such a turn on that l couldn't stop , no matter how hard I tried. "Touch yourself, show me how you like to be touched, Rianna....", His eyes came back to mine for a split second before l slid my hands up to my breasts. As l began to massage them and lightly pinch my nipples between my fingers, l watched John watch my every move. His thrusts became more intense as he watched me. "Yeah that's it", He growled. "Fucking hell, woman" *A Night With The Guy Next Door* It isn't normal for a student to have transfer to a completely different university on the opposite side of the country during their last year but Rianna had never been normal and neither her life. Staying at her old school meant putting herself into a scandalous position, forever staining her record while leaving meant she could start over. Choosing to leave, Rianna soon meets a sinfully attractive guy by the man of John who lives next door. However though he was devilishly handsome, there was something very mysterious and dark about him that Rianna couldn't put her finger on. She was desperate to know more about him and one evening of snooping around where she couldn't have been puts her in a very dangerous situation. She just hopes that their Sexual relationship would be enough for him not to kill her. He is dark and scaring.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
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.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
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."