Johnny Orlando Bulge

“Get up and strip” The unknown man commanded, his deep voice reverberated through the room bringing me out of my ogling phase. I stared on mortified as sudden realization hit me. I’ve just been bought for a one night stand by this unbelievably handsome man, but that means I’ll loose my virginity tonight!. Feeling his piercing gaze at me, I get up to undress but instinctively move towards the counter for a glass to alleviate the burning feeling creeping through my veins. “God damn it!, why won’t it bulge, I’m positive this zipper is determined to ruin my life”. I said underneath my breath as I dare not spare him a glance. I gulped as I summoned courage to meet his fierce gaze and with an almost inaudible tone I pleaded “It won’t bulge, can you help me?” He closed the gap between us with long strides while I subconsciously retreated till I hit the wall, my breathe hitched as he locked my lips. “Pah!” The sound of a slap resounded through the room, My eyes filled with terror as I raised my hands to cover my mouth. What have I done? I asked mentally still stunned at my action. “How dare you!” He roared and I knew I was done for!. What would happen if a legitimate but outcast daughter of one of the prestigious families decides to sell her body for money and unexpectedly gets into a contract marriage with a cold blooded mafia boss? Will their encounter be just a one night stand? Why would the world’s richest and powerful tyrant choose to enter a marriage of convenience? Find out in <<>> Disclaimer: the book cover isn’t mine, credit goes to google

Orlando Green is part of the English mafia looking for his queen to share his life with. Kacey Leigh is in year 11 at Hilton crescent high she catches the 20 year olds eye when she is leaving for the day. Once he approaches her her life will change for ever if she accepts him and what he stands for. “Please let me go I don’t belong in your world !” “My world is you’re world Kacey you agreed to being mine and you will stay mine through thick and thin.” “Please let me go!” “Mine!” He roared.

I used to be that girl in the mafia—envied, untouchable. Orlando Leone, the big bad Don everyone feared, had eyes only for me. I took a bullet for him. After that? People whispered I couldn't have kids. He tried to shut them up by knocking me up—ninety-nine tries. Try number ten? His shiny new secretary texted, all confused over a decimal. He bailed on me. By thirty, she crashed his sports car while shopping. Claimed she couldn't park. I was left freezing in a bathtub. He said he loved me, but when it counted, he always picked the girl who played dumb and helpless. That's when it hit me—his love was never really mine. And by the time I disappeared for real, he lost his mind looking. Too bad. Me and that promise? Already buried at sea.

To help my surgeon husband with his erectile dysfunction, I made an appointment with an expert six months in advance. But as the day approached, Isiah Coleman canceled it without explanation. Just as I was about to call him to demand answers, I spotted a post from his female friend on her social media. My usually stoic husband was beaming as he wrapped his arms around her. The caption read: [Only I can cure your illness.] What struck me, though, was the telltale bulge in his pants in the photo—a reaction I'd never seen from him with me. With a cold laugh, I liked the post and left a comment: [What a miracle worker!] The post exploded, with everyone speculating whether I'd confront the mistress. But what awaited him after the holiday was our freshly printed divorce certificate.

“I’m—“ My breath catch as my eyes darted between the bulge in his pants and his dark stare. “I’m not interested.” I said, turning on my heels and walking towards the door. With bated breath, I hoped he’d grab me from behind as I approached the door, my chest tightening in anticipation. ……………………………………………… One drunken night. One shattered heart. One man she never planned to want. Irene Reynolds loves the thrill of the chase but the man who tempts her most, Damian Russo refuses to play along. He’s controlled. Unyielding. Off-limits in all the ways that matter. As desire dares duty and sparks fly, the question isn’t who will chase whom… It’s who will break first. And when Damian finally lets her win, will Irene be satisfied with the chase or will she want everything else he offers her after?

Warning! 18 and above, contains explicit sexual content to invade your lustful desires. This is unfiltered, it is forbidden, it’s stories that will keep you up at night. ****************** “Ever had sex before?” he asks as he begins to take off his pants. There’s a huge bulge in his boxer already. “Ye..yes,” I stutter. He closes the distance between us and grabs my right boob in his palm. “Good, cause i’m going to fuck your little cunt till you beg me to stop.” I clench my thighs to ease the ache building up down there. “Bend over, princess.” ************************* This collection of erotica contains BDSM, REVERSE HAREM, SEXUAL TERMS YOU DIDN'T KNOW EVEN EXISTED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED This is a collection of every lustful desire you've ever had. Grab a wine and a pleasure toy, YOU WILL NEED IT!

Never did vampires and werewolves get along. The two clans considered that their clan was the best. However, because of a bond of fate, they will unite. Is this an indication that the two clans will make peace, or will their conflict intensify? This begins with the story of Orlando Arsenio Raymond, an Alpha from the Redwood Pack who has waited a long time for his mate. He is very patient and constantly optimistic, perhaps this is not the greatest time for him to find his mate. On a bright day, Orlan saw a woman who made his heart beat faster and made wide his eyes. He had a wonderful and surprising day. How come? It turned out that the long-awaited mate he had been seeking was a vampire!

"What are you doing Sebestian?" "What does it feels like I am doing" Sebestian whispered back while he let his fingers boldly strike over the quickly bulge in Allen pants. "Please stop, we can't do this here, and and you don't me as your omega so stop touching me" Allen whispered back, trying to sound firm but his hips jerking up to seek friction betrayed him and Sebestian just smiled smugly at him. "Even if I don't want you baby, but it doesn't matter you have right to flirt with anyone. Remember you are mine, only mine". Or the one where Sebestian can't keep his hands off of Allen, even he don't want him or Sebestian still behave like he own Allen, even he don't want him.

Jacopo's hands roved down my body, and he crushed me to his chest as the kiss grew passionate. A soft moan escaped my lips as I savored the feeling of his touch. His hard frame pressed against me, and I could feel the unmistakable bulge in the crotch of his pants. "You want me even though you know how bad I am for you," he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with desire. I nodded, unable to form words. The feelings I felt for him were consuming me, and I knew there was no going back.Sophia's passion and dream was to restore art. Accepting a job from a mysterious wealthy man led her into a secretive world of the mafia, art theft, money laundering, and blood. But even with the danger that now surrounded her, Sophia chose to lose herself in the arms of the heir to the dirty empire behind it all. Could she survive the passion of the Italian mafia and their business, or will she become a victim of their world?Vendetta and Vino: Tuscan Temptations is created by Amelie Bergen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

My hands fix other people’s tension every day. Mine stays knotted, Mom’s hospital bills, Natalia’s soft kisses I can’t fully return, Johnny’s quick, ashamed fucks in the spa storage room like we’re doing something criminal. Then Kristofer Hayes books me again. He’s older, richer, more dangerous than anyone should be allowed to be. What was meant to be a one night stand which I thought would be enough for us both. It wasn’t. Now he’s paying my mother’s bills without asking, watching me like I’m already his, pulling me into a world where wanting a man can get you killed. I keep telling myself I can walk away. But every time he touches me, I forget why I ever wanted to hide.