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?"
MANDY
I was so excited when my parents told me Brian was coming for supper tonight. Brian is my dad's best and oldest friend, and he's also the man I've been in love with for as long as I can remember. I've never told anyone how I feel about him, but I recently turned 18, and it's getting harder and harder to keep it a secret.
When I hear the doorbell ring, I run for the front door, eager to see his beautiful face again, but when I open it, I feel like my whole world has collapsed. Standing on the step is Brian, looking perfect and gorgeous as usual, but next to him stands a leggy blonde with her arm wrapped possessively around his.
"Hey, kiddo," he says with a big grin.
I can barely manage a small smile before standing back so they can come in. He notices my unusual behavior but doesn't say anything, just quirks an eyebrow at me, silently asking me if I'm okay. I can't bring myself to look into his deep brown eyes, the ones that are as familiar to me as my own, so instead I duck my head and lead them down the hall to the kitchen where my parents are getting the food out of the oven.
"Hey, Brian," my dad says, clapping him on the back. He holds his hand out to the blonde. "You must be Raquel."
Of course her fucking name is Raquel!
I try not to snarl when I look at her. She's perfect, of course she is. Tall, slim but curvy in all the right places, with big blue eyes. I suddenly feel very short and very ugly compared to her, and I don't like it. I especially don't like the way she looks at Brian.
He's mine, lady!
I want to scream at her and kick her in the ass, but I take a seat at the table and ignore the confused looks I'm getting from Brian over her head.
I tune out whatever the hell my parents are talking about with the perfect Raquel, but my head jerks up when I hear my name.
"And this is our daughter Mandy," my mom says to her.
"Nice to meet you," Raquel says with a big smile.
I smile, or try to, but I'm pretty sure it probably looks more like a grimace.
"Brian told me you just turned 18. That's a pretty exciting age. Any college plans?"
I suppress a groan. The last thing I want to do is have a conversation with the woman who's touching my Brian. A part of my brain corrects me that he's not actually mine, but I tell that part to go fuck itself and keep my voice even as I respond.
"No, not really. I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet."
"Well, you still have plenty of time, I suppose," she says and then quickly turns back to my parents. "Is there anything I can do?"
I ignore them and go and let Daisy in. She's my pit bull mix, and I love her more than I can possibly say. As soon as I see her happy brown face, I can't help but smile and feel better. She runs to me with that sort of pure joy that only dogs seem to be able to pull off, and I wrap my arms around her. She gives my cheek a lick, making me laugh, and then she runs to her second favorite person in the world.
Brian bends down when he sees her, giving her a good scratch behind the ears, but it's Raquel's reaction that has us all turning our heads.
"Oh my god! Get that thing away from me!"
She's taken a step back and has her hands held out as if to ward off the hounds of hell.
We all just look at her as if she's lost her mind, especially when Daisy just sits there looking up at her with that classic pit bull smile.
"It's just Diasy," Brian says, trying to reason with her. "She's harmless."
"Is that a pit bull?" she asks, and I swear I hear a tremor in her voice which makes me want to laugh and roll my eyes all at the same time.
"She's a mix," I say, squatting down by Brian so I can pet her. "Brian got her for me for my 16th birthday."
"Well, just keep her far away from me," she says, and I notice that she's not nearly as pretty as I thought she was. Her face looks more pinched now, and her anger has really accentuated all those fine lines around her mouth and eyes.
"Gladly," I say in a tone that has her narrowing her eyes. I stand up and head toward the stairs, Daisy following along by my side.
The muffled voices of my parents float up to me, but I can't make out anything they're saying. I sit on my bed with Daisy, giving her extra love to make up for Raquel. I can't believe Brian would date somebody so horrible. She didn't deserve him, and the image of her clutching at his arm was going to haunt me for a long time.
My stomach growls when I start to smell the grilled hamburgers and my mom's cheesy potatoes, but I refuse to leave Daisy and go down. Instead, I sprawl on my bed and smile when Daisy immediately cuddles up next to me. I pet her soft brown fur as my eyelids eventually grow heavy. The next thing I'm aware of is a warm hand on my face. Somewhere in the back of my brain I register the smell of Brian's cologne, and I lean into his touch and give a soft moan. My nipples harden immediately at the smell and feel of him, and I feel the same familiar wetness between my legs that I always get when I'm around him.
I'm about to run my tongue up the palm of his hand when I hear him say, "Mandy, wake up. I brought you some food."
I slowly open my eyes to his smiling, amused face. Returning his smile, I raise my arms into a long, lazy stretch, and I inwardly give a happy squeal when I notice his eyes drop to my tits.
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."
***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 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?"
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."
The Billionaire Betrayed Wife follows Rachael Morgan, an orphan whose search for love leads her into the ruthless world of the Blackwood family. Betrayed by her husband and tormented by her adoptive sister, Rachael's life spirals into chaos when she's cast out and left to survive on the streets, pregnant and alone. Just when all hope seems lost, a mysterious savior from her past rescues her, giving her the chance to heal and rebuild. Years later, she returns stronger, armed with a fierce desire for revenge. With her son by her side, Rachael will stop at nothing to destroy those who shattered her trust-even if it means risking everything to reclaim her life and her power.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
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.