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"Oh my, you are so fucking tight." He groans amidst thrusts, biting his lips as if to keep himself from shouting and drawing attention to us. "I've kept myself tight for you." I respond, pushing my hips back against him. I watch as his eyes widen and he thrusts harder, my breasts jiggling and bouncing from the impact. I let one of my hands move up to my tits, my eyes fixed on him as I squeezed and fondled it. He lets out a guttural cry and curses as he pulls my legs closer, burying deep his cock in me to the hilt. The most delicious, love-inspiring and fantasy-stimulating erotica collection you'll ever come across. Stimulate your brain and senses with sexy stories that leave you wanting for more, and characters that make you feel jealous. Warning: 18+, extremely erotic content, BDSM, spanking, raw sex, multiple orgasms, blindfolds, handcuffs, sex toys, first-time sex, anal sex, forbidden sex, casual hook-ups, exhibitionism, voyeurism and many more. Do not read if you aren't alone, unless you are ready to have sinful blushes on your face all day and ache with longing.

"Spread your legs." I did, wide. He looked at my pussy, swollen and wet. "Look at you. Dripping for me." He knelt and licked me clean. His tongue was magic, flicking my clit, dipping inside. I grabbed his hair, grinding on his face. He sucked hard, making me moan loud. "Alexander... please fuck me." He stood up, smirking. "Since you asked nicely." He lined up and thrust in again. This time slower, teasing. In and out, deep. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my tits, pinching nipples. "You feel so good. Tight around my cock." Lush thought she understood desire until Alexander Voss looked at her like property. He is powerful, arrogant, and dangerously in control. A billionaire untouchable by law, by scandal, by consequence. He commands boardrooms the way he commands her body without apology. What starts as a secret affair becomes an addiction. But Alexander is still married. And his wife is not the type to lose quietly. When threats turn violent and his son steps into the game with jealousy burning in his eyes, Lush realizes she isn’t just sleeping with a powerful man. She is inside a war. And Alexander doesn’t share what he owns. Not even with blood. Desire turns darker. Power turns lethal. It will destroy them all.

Being the Alpha heir and finding my fated is your Gamma's baby sister is more than irritating, since I'm enamored with his younger sister Melody. Short, chubby Ashley has freckles across her face, she's not to be my mate or Luna; I deserve someone prettier, sexier; I deserve Melody. I'm 23 now and the Alpha of our pack on Ashley 18th birthday, I rejected her and made her accept it, I watched her wither in pain and walked away. Only to realize later that the rejection wouldn't take because she hadn't shifted yet. That very night, I felt her denounced the pack and me as her Alpha. She was gone and I wanted, no needed her back, the fated mate bond and the knowledge of who she is took hold. I need to find her; I need her to forgive me for the stupid rejection and win her back at all costs. My name is Ashley Silver I'm not a werewolf, but a Lycan, I denounce the pack and search for others like me, I have no reason to stay since my family could care less if I'm here or not, I've been rejected and forced to accept it from none other than Alpha Maddon. I find the Alpha King himself and that Lycan females are rare and are treated as royalty, almost Goddess status. Maddon is determined to win Ashley back, anyway he can and at all costs, but can he? Will the Lycan kingdom give her up? Will she forgive and forget, will the fated bond draw her back to Maddon, or will she LIVE LIKE THE GODDESS SHE IS.

She was his motivation. Madison Connor, the only woman he had ever loved, the woman he had hurt, the woman he had left. Billionaire Damien Daniels had three things he needed to accomplish in his life. First, he was going to get to the root of his past. Second, he was going to make the Connors pay. Third, the last thing, he didn't even know. But he knew there was something remaining, a wrong he needed to right. And it was staring straight at him. A dark truth that risked breaking him apart, that could mar his existence. In all these though she was at the center of it all, Madison Connor. Lord help him. She was the one thing he could never have. His enemy's little sister. Eyes like the sea, strawberry blonde curls and those dotted freckles atop her nose; she was his obsession. She was the beginning of his downfall, his damnation and motivation. *** He was the one man she couldn't avoid back then, and the man she couldn't resist. Damien Daniel, her childhood crush who never looked her way even once.Her brother's enemy. She was too small for him, not sexy or beautiful enough for him, too shy to even talk to him.Their attraction was unmistakable, almost beyond control, but as much as she ached to be his, she feared the pressure of his demands. *** Submitting to each other meant they had to break so many rules. Could they? Would they? Their love was forbidden. Their intertwining past threatening to tear them apart. A bumpy ride. So many obstacles and trials. It took days, months and years, but what's meant to be will always be!

Seven years ago, Emerald Hutton had left her family and friends behind for high school in New York City, cradling her broken heart in her hands, to escape just only one person. Her brother's best friend, whom she loved from the day he'd saved her from bullies at the age of seven. Broken by the boy of her dreams and betrayed by her loved ones, Emerald had learned to bury the pieces of her heart in the deepest corner of her memories.Until seven years later, she has to come back to her hometown after finishing her college. The place where now the cold-hearted stone of a billionaire resides, whom her dead heart once used to beat for.Scarred by his past, Achilles Valencian had turned into the man everyone feared. The scorch of his life had filled his heart with bottomless darkness. And the only light that had kept him sane, was his Rosebud. A girl with freckles and turquoise eyes he'd adored all his life. His best friend's little sister.After years of distance, when the time has finally come to capture his light into his territory, Achilles Valencian will play his game. A game to claim what's his. Will Emerald be able to distinguish the flames of love and desire, and charms of the wave that had once flooded her to keep her heart safe? Or she will let the devil lure her into his trap? Because no one ever could escape from his games. He gets what he wants. And this game is called...The trap of Ace. *** Book one of 'Obsessive Billionaires' series

"We are enemies." "That doesn't stop me from possessing you." He breathed and every word he whispered later on sent chills down my spine, "You are mine, Amara. From the pale blonde strands of your hair to your faded nail-polished toes. Every breath you take is mine. Not excluding the freckles dusting your cheeks to the pimples on your face. Your misery is mine, which I shall bring upon you myself. From your giggles to your random nonsensical chatter, I own them! Your darn strawberry moments are mine. Every drop of blood that flows through your veins belongs to me and so does your last breath when I snuff life out of you, watching as your pretty green eyes lose their shine and your heartbeat goes dull beneath my palm." His hand traveled to my neck, fingers lacing around it, and he squeezed a bit, "Who do you belong to?" He asked capturing my ear lobe between his lips and I shivered. "Myself and you can't have me!" I swung my head back and crashed it against his, sending him reeling backward. **************** You have got to let your loved ones know what's happening with you' Amara snow Dardanos learns this the hard way when her perfect world is crushed by a secret she kept away from her family. Orian Wolfe Akanther, one of the leaders of the underworld is given the task of taking the werewolf princess as vengeance for the injustice and treachery done to his kind. The plan was simple, to take her, watch her family and kind crumble beneath his finger tips and then kill her but that plan seems to foil when his nonexistent heart leans towards her and he is at the risk of breaking a blood oath.

How could I be married for almost three years and knew nothing about it?  I had wanted to confront him and call him an asshole for marrying someone who didn't even know he existed. But here I was, under him; engulfed by his lips and moaning uncontrollably. But could you blame me? He was hot as hell and knew way too much about pleasuring a woman. “What do you want?” I heard him ask with a deep baritone voice. It was so sexy my mind went blank for a second… “Do it. Fuck me! Please… I need you to suck my tits!” I didn't care about my dignity anymore, I just needed him so badly. “Very well” he said and that was it.  It was him. The one my body has been waiting for… my husband. *** Under a three year marriage contract, Aurelia Thompson was married without her knowledge to Alfred Vicker, a heartless business tycoon and sexy hunk. After a mix up that led to the couple having sex and Alfred disvirgining her, their lives were turned upside down in the mix of lust and sinful intoxicating romance. Their differences were great and conflict arising from every corner but despite that, their bodies still called out for each other. How long will they be able to resist it? Join the ride of this dark romance where the line between love, lust and obsession are non-existent, only two people with palpable sexual tension mixed with hate… or was it love?

“Can I fuck you?” “Yes.” The entire time he’s talking, his cock is teasing, caressing…I whimper and shift, needing more. He palms one breast and then both, twirling his wet fingers around my nipples. “When we fuck, I want you to watch, watch your gorgeous tits bounce as I find heaven in your pussy.” Again he teases, the girth of his hard shaft sliding over my folds. “I don’t want to use a condom with you ever again. Are you okay with that, feeling my cock inside your tight pussy?” *** Blackmailing my boss, the man with a panty-melting smirk and a reputation for being untamable, into posing as my date for my cousin’s wedding? What could possibly go wrong? Duncan Willis is everything I’m not: impossibly handsome, dangerously confident, and wrapped in a designer suit that hints at the power beneath. He’s the kind of man women fantasize about—and the kind who never looks twice at someone like me. Until I catch him in a compromising position. Suddenly, I have leverage. And I need a wedding date. But here’s the thing: He thinks I’m blackmailing him. He has no idea I’m falling right into his trap. Because Duncan doesn’t get forced—he gets even. And this weekend, in my childhood bedroom under my parents’ roof, the lines between fake dating and real desire are about to blur… until neither of us remembers this started as a lie.

Desire doesn't tempt—it fucking consumes. It sinks its teeth into your morals, rips them apart, and leaves you dripping, desperate, and damned. This isn't romance. This is dark, obsessive, boundary-shattering filth. *Wet, Willing and Forbidden* delivers EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT—throbbing cocks plunging deep, slick cunts clenching in surrender, mouths stretched around forbidden flesh, every raw, graphic thrust laid bare. These stories devour you with: - Obsession teetering on total ruin - Possessive, morally black lovers who brand skin with teeth and ownership - Brutal power exchange—collars, commands, choking grips - Dubious consent that melts resistance into frantic, quivering need - Public risk—fingers curling inside soaked panties in crowded elevators - Exhibitionism & voyeurism—eyes devouring heaving tits and straining cocks - Praise laced with vicious degradation—“good slut” hissed through gritted teeth - Total control, shattering surrender, deliberate corruption of the innocent - Feral, animal hunger—bodies slamming, clawing, flooding with sweat and cum - Secrets that torch reputations and leave lives in smoking ruins - Queer and fluid desire—tangled limbs, shared mouths, no rules - Toxic emotional manipulation—love as poison, addiction as chains Every page pulses with predatory chemistry and psychological heat. No safe words. No gentle aftercare. Just the brutal thrill of crossing lines that should never be touched. If your pulse isn't already racing and your thighs aren't already slick open this book anyway. Because once the craving takes hold, you'll be too far gone to stop.

..."Fucking take my cock like a good little slut." Jenna could only sob and cling to his shoulders as he fucked her into the mattress, too overwhelmed by sensation to do anything else. She could feel Alex behind her, suddenly, rubbing his own sticky cock between her ass cheeks, teasingly. "Please," she whimpered brokenly. "Need you both..." One midnight train ride turned Jenna into a dripping, hole-wrecked mess. A brutal stranger fucked her raw in the aisle until she squirted across the seats. A bathroom quickie left another man’s cum leaking down her thighs. Then the Syndicate came for her. Now she’s collared, caged, and passed between powerful men who stretch every hole past breaking. Electro-clamped nipples, inflating plugs, double-cock DP marathons, throat-fucked until she’s crying cum-bubbles, and public gangbangs while strangers watch and film. She was supposed to escape. Instead, she begs to be filled again… and again… and again. Begging unleashes hell; electro-clamps fry swollen tits to gushing orgasms; inflating plugs stretch pussy/ass to tearing screams; caged like a bitch as Master's paddle cracks welts bloody-red. MMF savagery explodes, where dual cocks grind through her thin walls in DP creampie marathons, throat-bulging face-fucks choke her on twin loads, and every hole is plugged/leaking/stuffed in endless breed-chains. Collaring brands her eternal Syndicate cum-pet, public gangbangs, zap-torture squirts, and piss-soaked submission. Raw, relentless, and hole-ruining ecstasy. Will Jenna escape the Syndicate's cock-collar... or beg to be their forever-drenched fucktoy?... Or get trapped back to David?