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Warning -) All are my books. List of Completed books BOOK 1 LINK -https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000001955 Spoiled billionaire's innocent Bride. *completed* Deep romance , heart break , happy ending.Story of a cold hearted billionaire and a sassy beautiful boy ."Do whatever you want to do , call me bitch , slut, whore ,or whatever ,just remember i just want you .i will always have whatever i have wanted ." -JustinRay grace being a popular the most hot eligible bachelor in town .The cold and hot ceo . He hates bitches who loves to spread their legs just for anyone .will the two

I whispered, my voice already husky with need. Two maids entered and unchained me. They bathed me gently but thoroughly, their hands lingering on my breasts and between my legs as they washed away the dried cum. They dressed me in a scandalously short black dress that barely covered my ass, with a deep plunging neckline that showed off my tits and no underwear. The thick leather collar with Isabella’s initials remained locked around my throat, and they added silver nipple clamps connected by a thin chain that tugged deliciously with every movement. A small remote-controlled vibrator was slipped inside my pussy, set to low, making me moan softly as it buzzed against my sensitive walls. “You l

The sting mixed perfectly with the ache. “Own me,” I whispered. “Use my body however you want.” The book fed me hungrily. I could almost feel it pulsing with energy. Pages grew warmer, symbols brighter. By the end of that night I was exhausted but still needy. I pressed my bare pussy against the closed book and ground on it slowly, leaving a wet mark on the ancient leather. Good girl, it was praised. Soon you won’t need memories. You will create them. I came one last gentle time just from the vibration of its voice.

My dick twitches at this and my breathing picks up "I was 21 and fresh out of college so one day I came to Tverskaya and I went around town and I hung out late around a bar until I heard some boys talking about the Bratva wanting new recruits so there I was coming days later to enlist. Men covered our heads with black bags and shoved us into a van. Then the bags were off and there you were in all your glory. My fantasy in real life and guess what" she says dragging her finger from my chest to my chin. She caresses the stubble on my chin with her thumb and then moves to cup my cheek "You had a girlfriend so I had no choice but to stick to my vibrator and imaginary Daniel to make me cum" she w

After a year of consideration, I've decided to create a version that all readers can enjoy, focusing on the beautiful love story of Angel and Thea. "To Crave The Forbidden" will feature more chapters, a richer plot, and will be available in paperback and hardcover on A****n. Please follow me on socials for updates! This will be a year-long project. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy my other stories, as well as those by other talented authors on this platform. I promise, the second version of Angel and Thea's story will be worth the wait! SECONDLY: My book, "A Sugar Baby For The CEO," will be rewritten in the first person's POV. I'll be streamlining the story by cutting unnecessary scenes and

Chapter 5 Title:Still Open, Still Leaking Setting: Jonah’s penthouse apartment, 3:17 a.m., alone POV:Jonah Cole (first-person) Focus: Solo — filthy self-use, overstimulation, residual mess, mirror, toys, heavy self-degradation Heat: Extremely high, pure smut I barely made it through my own front door.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

My clit is throbbing, a rhythmic ache that demands attention, and I press my legs together harder, biting my lip to stifle a whimper that would echo too loudly in the empty office. This isn't a new obsession. This fantasy has been my constant companion for two years now, ever since the day Julian Callahan walked into this office like he owned the world, which, in every way that matters, he does. It started innocently enough at first. I was fresh out of business school, twenty-four and eager, landing this executive assistant gig through sheer luck and a killer interview.