Kissing Contests

“Say you love me,” he growls. “I love you,” I gasp, clutching at him. “Again. Louder.” “I love you, Cole. I love you, I love you.” My husband smirks like he’s claimed a victory. His hand grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open, kissing me so deep I can barely breathe. Then his fingers are exploring, working me open, ruthless and skilled, dragging me up fast. My body arches, desperate, already trembling. “Beg me.” His voice is harsh, guttural. “Tell me what I need to hear. Tell me you’ll never leave me. Tell me you’ll always be mine.” “I’ll never leave you,” I sob. “I’ll always love you. Always yours.” *** Then I found out that I’m nothing more than a baby incubator for him. He needs bone marrow for his son with another woman, Jade. She’s my mentor. She’s the woman who held my newborn baby and said, I’m proud of you, you’re going to be an incredible designer and mother. I swear, somehow, I will make them pay.

I had been married for five years, but my belly remained flat—no sign of a child. Then, on my 35th birthday, I suddenly found out I was pregnant. When I shared the good news with my husband, he flew into a rage. Instead of being happy, he accused me of carrying someone else's baby. Only then did I learn he had a mistress. He even claimed he wanted a "real" child—one that truly belonged to him—with her. I thought he was just being irrational and would eventually come to his senses. After getting an amniocentesis, I immediately brought him the paternity test results to prove the baby was his. He came home acting like a changed man—hugging me, kissing me, claiming that he didn't cheat on me. The very next day, he booked a hotel and threw a banquet, announcing to all our friends and family that he was going to be a father. However, when his mistress saw the news, she completely lost it. She showed up with a group of people, blocked me in the street, and—despite my pregnancy—started punching and kicking me. "You shameless woman! How dare you carry my man's child? Are you that desperate to die?"

SUMMARY “Aarggghhh," I moan as Rafè slams into me with a single thrust. “Shhh, baby," he whispers, kissing my neck. “You don't want anyone stepping out and finds you fucking your fiance's nephew now do you?” He punctuates his question with another thrust and I bite on his shoulder to keep from screaming. I can't believe I'm having sex with my fiance's nephew on the balcony of our home, while my engagement party is currently going on inside. The worst part is I don't seem to be scared about getting caught. ∞∞∞ Every girl dreams of a beautiful life with kids and a loving husband. But when I'm sold off to an old godfather as payment for my mother's gambling debts I know that dream will stay a dream. Especially when he threatens to take my sister if I disobey. Everything was going fine till the day I sucked off one of his nephews in exchange for keeping my secret. The next day all three of his nephews are claiming me as theirs. With a past that I've spent my entire life running away from, a fiance who won't hesitate to end me at the slightest betrayal and three men who have vowed make me bend to their will, will I be able to survive?

"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, sorry, I didn't let you know earlier, she is my girlfriend, i had never loved you!" that was the words from Torian that shattered Lola's heart into pieces. Lola's life came crumbling the moment she met her boyfriend, Torian smooching and kissing another lady at his birthday party, he has been her childhood boyfriend and they grew up together falling deeply in love with each other, that was what she thought not until that day. Lola was so heartbroken and couldn't get over it, To forget the pain, she got herself drunk in a bar and had a crazy one night stand with a hot, sexy and charming man. It was just to forget the heartbreak and it helped her forget it, but then, that night with him couldn't leave her head. What happens when she meets him again in her new school in New York but this time he turned out to be her teacher, a strict and cold-hearted one feared by every student. What do you think will happen when he recognizes her? what happens when they falls deeply for each other, even as her teacher? They must avoid each other as the love is forbidden but it seem like fate has something for them.

I've planned seven wedding ceremonies in total, and not once has my fiance, Zachary Gardner, ever shown up for it. The first time, his adopted younger sister, Louise Foster, bursts into tears because she lost her passport at the airport. It was the dead of winter, but he dumped me by the side of the road and left me. The second time, Louise's dog sprained its ankle. Zachary stuffed the ring back into its box and rushed to the animal hospital to accompany her. Every time I argue with him about it, he declares nonchalantly, "We can get married anytime, but I can't let Louise be upset." Everyone around us agrees with him, saying that we're all family anyway, so I shouldn't be so petty. None of them has seen Zachary and Louise kissing fiercely on the dance floor. Today is the seventh wedding ceremony. Once again, he turns to leave after getting a call. I grab the corner of his shirt and say in a choked voice, "If you leave this time, Zachary, I won't marry you anymore." He stops in his tracks and peels off my fingers. "Wait for me," he says before rushing off. What he doesn't know is that this time, I won't be waiting for him any longer.

I was Don Victor’s secret wife for five years, hidden away like a dirty little secret. He made me a promise. Give him an heir, and he’d show me to the world. I’d be the Donna everyone envied. But there was a catch. A lie. His doctor told me I was barren. Victor held me while I sobbed, kissing my face. "Baby, we can still do IVF. I want a child from you. Only you." So I took the pain. Five years. 999 needles. I was finally pregnant on Christmas Day. I ran to his office to share the news, only to find him buried deep inside another woman. Julia. A Mafia princess from another family. The betrayal hit me. I turned to leave, tears in my eyes, but then I heard a truth I couldn't escape. "Don't you worry, my princess. The baby in Maria's belly? It's ours. Your egg, my sperm. She’s just the perfect vessel." My hand trembled. I backed away, silent. Then I made a call. A lawyer. "I don't care what it costs. I want a divorce from Don Victor."

‼️🔞WARNING: Readers advisory. Sex, Smut, Cravings, Cock, Temptation all packed in one erotic adventure!! I have always imagined my 34-year old stepdad behind me fucking me, kissing the nape of my neck slowly, deliciously, hands gripping on my waist pulling my flush to him. I arched my back for more pressing my butt cheeks on his erection. Fuck. I could feel the way the buldge press against my butt, making my pussy swollen and aching for more, instinctively I moved my hips grinding slowly to ease the painful desire I felt. Wanted him to reach for my nipple, squeeze and pinch until a small moan escaped my lips, slowly let his tongue slid down from my neck to my breast. Craved for him to stop then gave a wicked smile and suddenly grab my nipple in his mouth sucking and biting it. My body trembled. Not from fear. But want. Pleasure. My thighs glistened, stained from sheer arousal. Who says love can't draw you to the forbidden one. Olivia has always been obsessed with her stepfather- Lucian. A 34 year old with a cock that would rip her into pieces, But still she yearns for him, Craves for him. Join the smut fun!

I messed up—big time. Blurting out at a family dinner that my boss, neighbor, and best friend’s brother, Arnold, asked me to be his wedding date was not my finest moment. Mortified, I’m ready to apologize and smooth things over with his family, but Arnold? He’s not having it. Instead, he doubles down, proposing a wild plan: a fake relationship that suits us both.The deal? Three months of playing the perfect couple while my toddler and I live in his house, rent-free. In return, Arnold shields me from my toxic ex, and I help him dodge the town’s relentless matchmaking efforts. It’s the perfect arrangement—until the lines between fake and real start to blur.Arnold’s not just playing a role. He’s reading bedtime stories to my son, cooking us meals, and kissing me like the world might end if he stops. With every tender touch and stolen glance, he makes me feel seen, desired, in a way I’ve never known. The guestroom feels colder each night when his strong, tattooed arms are just down the hall, calling to me.As our forbidden kisses deepen, so does the risk. Are we crafting a love that could break us? Or are we building something breathtakingly real?

I was a violin prodigy. But to pay my mother’s debts, I was forced to give up everything. That’s when I met the man who would own me: Dante Moretti. He was the king of New York's underworld. The Don of the Moretti family. With a single phone call, fortunes were made. With a single glance, blood was spilled. The world didn't just bend to his will—it broke. And on that day… what he wanted was me. He gave me a five-year contract. A penthouse in a skyscraper overlooking all of New York. More jewels and gowns than I could count. Every night he needed me, I’d put on whatever lacy thing he picked out. We’d have sex. Five years. 999 times. There were moments—his sweat dripping on my forehead, his soft breaths inside me, the way he’d look at me—when I let myself dream he loved me. Then the video dropped. Him. On the street. Kissing another woman. I knew the truth. He was my keeper, not my lover. Everyone laughed. They couldn't wait to see me lose my mind, begging him to keep me. Instead, I turned my back on him. And married another man.