Fluttering Butterfly Skirt

"Fuck," I snap, unzipping her jeans skirt and tearing the thing down her legs, throwing it over my shoulder. "You've driven me to the edge, little girl. It was hard enough having you wiggle that tight ass around in my lap without coming. Then I see other males looking at you?" I yank down her panties and discard them in the foot well. "For that, I'm going to pump so deep, you'll see stars." "Yes," she gasps, spreading her legs wider as I go down and take a long, sweet whiff of her pink pussy. "I'd like that very much, Daddy. Please me. Please, Daddy...fuck..." I take the first lick, my fingers digging into her laps as she moans out in pleasure. "Oh, fuck! Oh. Oh my God." One more lick and her pussy starts to quiver, her legs stiffening where I've rested them on my shoulders. "Damien." I close my lips lightly around her clit and apply careful suction, increasing the pressure until she's crying out. "What do you really want from me, little girl?" "Go faster, Daddy. Please me harder. Please me..." ------------- Warning: This book is intended for 18+ audiences. It is an erotic boxset, containing seventeen original erotic short stories. Steamy, fun, and fulfilling, just how ya'll like it.

Hope is a seventeen year old Omega. And for as long as she can remember, she has been moving from one pack to another with her widowed mother. Hope is a loner and all she longs for is to be accepted, to have friends and not be bullied. But coming to Crescent Manes, she meets her greatest nightmare in the form of Blake Parker, soon to be the Alpha of Crescent Manes. But Blake the tormentor carries a scar, a burden that no one knows. He holds a dark secret, one if unleashed might just spell doom to the entire race of wolves. ***** "Say it, Hope," he says, his voice dangerously low as he traps me against the cool tiled wall. A shiver runs down my spine and I have to close my eyes. His voice is pulling me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asks. "No." I try to slip away but he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head. He presses his hard body against mine and I stifle a gasp, aware of every inch of him that is touching me. "You're not going anywhere. We're not done yet." He slides his hand up my skirt even as his lips trail from my neck to my collar bone. And lower. I can feel my resolve weakening as his hand reaches its destination. "Say it," he orders. I moan, dipping my head back. I want to say it, I really do. But I know that if I give in and say the words, there will be no going back.

I went through surgery at the hospital 99 times because of my boyfriend's fetish. He promised to marry me after the 100th round. I was filled with joy when the final procedure was finished. This was our 100th round of intimacy, and I wanted to give Chad Simmons an unforgettable night. I quietly pushed open the doors of our villa. I heard laughter coming from inside the house and my name being mentioned. It made me pause in my step. "You've got the most high-end social butterfly of the upper social circle wrapped around your little finger, Chad. She's really stupid enough to believe that you'll marry her. "Will she go mad when she finds out that she isn't your bride half a month from now? Will she get her old lovers to destroy your company?" Chad took a puff of his cigarette and said with a smile, "She would never dare to do something like that. I have videos of her sleeping with 99 men. If she does anything to me, I'll post those videos online and make her famous." "You're incredible, Chad! She probably has no idea that she slept with a bunch of old men instead of you!" Everyone started heaping praises on how impressive Chad was. I was stunned. No wonder Chad fed me a glass of milk every time before we slept together. It was to keep me from resisting. I tore up my surgery report and turned to leave. Since I was not his bride, I would make his wishes come true and marry someone else.

Run, Run, RUN. Don’t stop. The night was falling and like the creatures of the day, I needed to hide. My heart is thundering in my chest, echoing the sounds of the war that rage from the fields of my once loved home. That was before the coven came. Surprising us and taking my home and pack. The attack happened so quickly that no one was ready. We had no warning and after hours of waiting I was found. I had to run. Don't stop running. “CRACK” the current of magic shoots by and hits the tree to my left, my bare feet crunching the earth hard and fast. My small heart fluttering faster than a hummingbird's wings, my once sparkling beautiful dress is no more. It’s tattered, dirty, and torn. The edges burnt to a crisp and coated in blood from bodies of the battlefield that I raced away from. “Come here little wolfie,” a harsh raspy voice calls out cutting through the trees I hide quickly behind a tree to take cover to breathe, “I just want a little chat!” He calls singsong like, taunting me. He wants to find me to kill me. Ducking further behind my tree I hold my breath, my young body shaking with so much force my bones ache. Holding my breath and closing my eyes hoping for safety that surely won’t come. At only 11 years of age, I can’t fight this grown warlock... he will surely kill me like he did my parents... “Wolfie princess, where are you?” He mimics the rhythm of a child’s tune, as if I’d listen. Closing my eyes tighter I don’t want to die. I’m too young. My mind is racing, and my hearts bound t....

A wild night of reckless and careless thinking, what could possibly go wrong? -----☆----- 19-year-old Jake Miller isn't your typical everyday guy, he doesn't drink, smoke, party nor does he like girls. In fact, he's an antisocial butterfly whose wings were clipped at childhood. But what happens when his new roommate asks him to accompany him to a party? An accidental kiss with a stranger was definitely NOT on his list. The kiss rocks Jake's world and he's left questioning everything he ever thought he knew about himself and his interests. 24-year-old Liam Morgan, smart, handsome and always prepared and the next CEO of a renowned empire. He thought he had his life all planned out: he'd have the perfect wife, perfect home with his dream job as CEO and most importantly, never be like his father. But then everything took a turn for the worst and he's left to re-evaluate his life. He doesn't know what to do anymore and in a moment of self pity, decides to have a wild night out. While in his drunken state, Liam accidentally kisses a total stranger not knowing the domino effect it would create. Their encounter leaves Liam questioning himself and his values. Fear and obsession soon find themselves following hard after Liam. His first chance encounter turned him into someone he vowed never to be like. With secrets cutting deep, can Liam be the guy that Jake deserves or will their chance encounter remain only but a burning memory in Liam's mind, to look but never touch? To have but never truly be yours?

“Andreas… you’re young. I don’t want to hurt you,” Mia breathed. He chuckled darkly. “Hurt me? I think I’m the one with power here,” he murmured, smirking. “You flew across the world just because I asked.” Her pulse raced as he pinned her to the desk, his fingers sliding beneath her skirt, brushing her damp panties, and his lips grazing her ear. “So…for two weeks, you do exactly what I say. No arguments.” “Yes…” she whispered. “Yes, what?” “Yes… Sir.” “Good girl,” he whispered. “On your knees. Now.” .......... Mia, a 34-year-old, recently divorced musical superstar and single mother, finds herself in an unexpected romance with 24-year-old Andreas Leonardo, the scandalous and hottest soccer player on the planet. Despite their instant attraction, their 10-year age gap and Mia's troubled past make her hesitant. Defying all odds, they ignite a forbidden romance. The media frenzy threatens to destroy Mia's reputation and career. Things get more complicated when Mia's ex-husband, Lucas, blackmails her with compromising photos of her past. Also, Andreas's cheating ex-fiancée, Tania, returned and is desperate to secure a wealthy future for her ailing son. But when Lucas is found dead, Mia becomes the prime suspect, and Andreas risks everything to clear her name. As they navigate their perilous quest for truth, they must also rescue Mia's daughter, who's been kidnapped. Will Mia and Andreas overcome their past mistakes and find love and redemption, or will their rumors tear them apart?

I am standing in front of the mirror only on my red skirt and blouse.He is wearing me a red saree.Tears are flowing from my eyes like nigra falls.After wearing me the saree,he sat me down in front of the mirror and started wearing me jewellery. He applied red lipstick on my lips and said seductively, "you look very fuckable in red colour."I replied crying, "please.Let me see my brother.He is very sick.Let me go to the hospital for once".Hearing me, he slapped very hard on my face and fisted my hair tightly.He said anger dripping from his voice,"you dare to talk back.Did you just forget your place in front of me.Tell me who you are?Tell me whom you belong? I hissed in pain and replied," I am your doll. I only belong to you. I am only yours" . . . Devika, A 20-year-old college-going girl was married to the mafia leader Abhinav. After her marriage, her husband started torturing her for some reason which she doesn't know. Will she ever come to know why she is being tortured?Join Abhinav and Devika's, bittersweet love journey and be a part of their journey.. . . Warning- Disturbing scene ahead like violence, rape and mental abuse. Read at your own risk. It's a work of fiction. So, kindly take it as fiction. English isn't my first language so apologizing in advance for grammatical errors.

“Undress yourself.” He ordered, his eyes half lidded, gazed at her. Her innocent eyes fixed at him. “C’mon,” he leaned more “Will you?” he dominated her senses. Her eyes softened, she softly nodded. Her fingers fumbled at the hem of her top, hesitating. She peeked up at him for permission, like she was afraid. But he didn’t react. He only watched. With trembling hands, she slipped off her top. When she looked up, he was already staring. She reached down, fingers brushing over the waistband of her skirt. Hesitantly, she pulled the strip free, and the skirt dropped soundlessly to her feet, pooling like surrender, leaving her only in her white little pant. A growl echoed from his throat as his hand shot up, gripping her jaw, not hard, but enough to make her gasp. “You’re perfect like this.” he muttered against her lips. “So fucking good when you obey.” Her lashes kissed her flushed cheeks. “Get on your knees!” ***** He’s dangerous. He’s Cruel. She’s innocent. Too fragile. Rosa’s life had always been ordinary… until she met Killian Salvatore, the enigmatic and dangerously captivating man who awakens desires she can’t control. To the world, Killian was a respected professor, calm, brilliant, untouchable. But behind closed doors, he ruled the underworld as a ruthless Mafia lord. As their forbidden bond of lust and desire deepens, the twisted secret and bitter truth slowly reveals, destroying everything. Then? NOTE: DARK ROMANCE INSANELY OBSESSIVE BOOK. SO BE AWARE.

"If you can't satisfy me with your mouth, then you'll have to satisfy me some other way." In one swift motion, he tore off her flimsy top and skirt, tossing the shredded fabric aside. The implications of his actions became quite clear to Visenya. "Please, let me try again... with my mouth. I believe I can..." "Quiet!" Lucian's voice reverberated off the walls of his bedchamber, instantly silencing her. This was not the way she had envisioned her first time. She had imagined passionate kisses and tender caresses from a man who loved and cherished her. But Lucian was not capable of love, and he certainly didn't cherish her. Instead, she was cursed with a mate consumed by vengeance, and wanted nothing more than to watch her suffer. ——— Ten years had passed since dragons ruled over the world, and Visenya had taken her rightful place as the Lycan Queen. Vampires were forced into the shadows, as hunting and enslaving humans became punishable by death. Finally, the world found peace. However, everything changed when Dragon Lord Lucian emerged from his induced slumber, only to discover the annihilation of his entire race at the hands of Visenya's father. Stripped of her kingdom, Visenya was condemned to a life of servitude as Lucian's slave. The cruelest twist of fate awaited her when she learned that her long-awaited mate was none other than the vengeful Dragon Lord himself. Consumed by their mutual hatred, will they be able to resist the powerful bond between mates? Or will Lucian push Visenya to her limits, only to regret it in the end? WARNING: This story may contain content that some may find disturbing.

“Desmond,” I breathed out, “don’t.” But he didn't listen to my plea. His lips found my neck, his teeth gently grazing the frantic pulse that betrayed my panic. My skin instantly lit up beneath his mouth, a complete traitor to my mind. When his hand slid lower, tugging at the drawstring of my skirt, a terrifying mix of panic and deep heat crashed together inside me. “Desmond, please. This is wrong.” “Nothing about you has ever been wrong to me,” he growled out against my throat. Clothes instantly fell away as if they had never mattered. My shirt. His shirt. My skirt. The last threads of my will to fight. He settled heavily between my thighs, a burning hot weight. I felt him hard against me, thick and urgently insistent. My breath hitched sharply when the blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance. “Tell me to stop, Ana,” he said, his voice ragged, his eyes desperately locked on mine. “Say the word, and I will immediately.” I opened my mouth to speak. No sound escaped. He pushed in, moving with agonizing slowness, stretching me open inch by painful inch. A broken, strangled sound left my throat as he filled me completely, buried deep to the hilt inside my most intimate space. My inner walls instantly clenched around him, shocked, aching, and intensely alive. He stilled his movement, letting me fully register every powerful throb of him inside me. “Fuck, Ana,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. “You feel completely like mine.” Then, he moved again.