Riding Huge Cock

Sex starved Alessia Cattaneo knows she’s ventured into dangerous territory when she asks her bodyguard to be her fuck-toy, while still married to her mafia husband. Because her bodyguard, Nico Rossi, isn’t the kind of man any woman can resist having a taste of. With his experience as a retired adult actor and a pleasure escort, he is everything that Alessia wants in a man. Plus, with her emotionally unavailable husband; Alessandro, having an affair with her cousin who ends up pregnant for him, Alessia figures it’ll be easier to keep her secret affair under control. Only… The fire she feels for Nico ends up burning more than she intends. And so does his. Tenfold. Now, he is obsessed with her. Wants to claim her in every way possible. Wants to wreck her in front of her husband. But Alessandro Mancini is not a man to be toyed with. If there’s one thing he hates the most, it’s having his toys taken from him. And Nico is crossing that line. Worse? He is willing to do more for this woman who’s captured his heart and cock in the palm of her hand. In a mafia world of blood, dirty money, betrayals, family loyalty, and sex… could this be a losing game for Alessia and Nico? Is Nico really who he says he is or does he have dark secrets that could ruin Alessia for good this time? Read to find out! WARNING: Contains dark themes of explicit sexual content, graphic violence, domestic violence, gun violence, murder, profanity, BDSM themes, and group sex scenes. Not suitable for readers below the age of 18. Read at your own risk. See you between the pages, dearest dark readers.

Darcilana "Darcy" Arevalo, a kindhearted room attendant who ran away 2 years ago and took 20 million pesos out from her ex-boyfriend's bank account. She was pregnant with twins and her mom had lung cancer to be cured, the reason why she was in need of huge money. When she met the father of her twins again, which is the arrogant and powerful CEO of Casa de Saros Hotel: Caledon Aurelius "Caius" Melgarejo, she could not get away from him because of the debt she must pay. However, a monthly payment of 100, 000 pesos would suffocate Darcy to death that was why when Caius offered an insane sleep-together arrangement in exchange of her full monthly payment, she halfheartedly accepted it. However, two different world seems unlikely to collide as fate was not in favor of them. How would Darcy find happiness and tranquility with Caius if he was bound to marry other girl?

Have you ever dreaded living a lifeless life? If not, you probably don't know how excruciating such an existence is. That is what Rue Mallory's life. A life without a meaning. Imagine not wanting to wake up every morning but also not wanting to go to sleep at night. No will to work, excitement to spend, no friends' company to enjoy, and no reason to continue living. How would an eighteen-year old girl live that kind of life? Yes, her life is clearly depressing. That's exactly what you end up feeling without a phone purpose in life. She's alive but not living. There's a huge and deep difference between living, surviving, and being alive. She's not dead, but a ghost with a beating heart. But she wanted to feel alive, to feel what living is. She hoped, wished, prayed but it didn't work. She still remained lifeless. Not until, he came and introduce her what really living is.

On my husband's birthday, I ask him for 100 dollars for groceries. Yet he ends up transferring 100 thousand dollars to me, saying that it's "to buy Shannon a bag". A moment later, he bombards me with texts, saying that he transferred the money wrongly and that he wants me to return it to him. "Hello? Why aren't you giving me back the money? Give it back to me, you shameless woman!" Just then, Shannon Lambert updates her social media. "It's his birthday, but he's given me a huge diamond ring. It's so weird, but I love it!" Only then do I realize he's been pretending to be poor all these years. He's spent all his money on Shannon, a student he's been sponsoring. I refuse to transfer the money back to him. Instead, I reply, "I'll give you back half of it once we're divorced."

Message alert. "Meet me backstage." Summer's heart fluttered. They were dating for four years and they had planned their lives together. Bobby would study law and complete his football career and Summer would graduate from law as well. They would open up their own law firm and have two gorgeous babies. A huge house on lake Sol with a pool and a rose garden. "This was it." Summer thought," he is going to o propose to me. I will be his fiance' and his wife in a year or two." She stood dumbstruck, watching Bobby kiss Brook passionately, squeezing her buttocks against the piano. Tears streamed down her cheek as she watched them gliding their hands all over eachother. Brooks mini dress now looking like a crop top. It was over! Her dreams were shattered. A murder mystery, revenge and an unexpected cursed Lycan mate unfolds as Summer reinvents herself.

Some Queens Are Born. Some Other Queens Are Made. * Sophia Stewart was a Queen made from heart-wrenching tragedies. From the death of her family to getting betrayed by her best friend, she had a really rough life. Then she realized that she has to be a Queen who's never gonna be crushed or get vulnerable with anyone again. But then, she crosses paths with the infamous Lycan Alpha Casanova, Mateo Morrison, who insisted they were fated mates. He becomes a huge threat to her as she believes mates only make one weak. Rejecting him wasn't an option. He'll never let her be. So what's gonna be the epic decision of the self-made queen, Sophia Stewart? Lower her guard for the one man who's ever made her heart flutter or ignore what she feels and keep avoiding him? A hard decision but one she must make.

By year's end, I'd closed a huge deal and snagged a $2.5 million bonus. The company even sent me on early maternity leave—nice perk for being eight months pregnant. Pauline found me lounging on the couch. "Why aren't you at work?" I cracked a joke. "Got fired. Guess I'll be stuck here playing housewife." Her response? A slap across my back. "Then get off and do the laundry! You're having a girl, not a son, and you think you can sit around like some princess?" My husband, Logan, walked in right then. He just pulled her into the nursery. Feeling hurt, I switched on the hidden cameras I'd secretly installed. I thought maybe he'd defend me. Yeah, no. What I uncovered? It was so much worse. Twisted secret after twisted secret.

“Hey, bambina. Can you speak English?” he decided to ask with his sexy voice. She giggled again. “Mayaman ka ba? Bilhin mo na 'ko. Kailangan ko ng moneys—as in money with s. Maraming pera!” she drunkly said. He still couldn't understand, but one thing is for sure—the beautiful woman in front of him needs a lot of money and he's willing to give everything to her without hesitations. He smirked. “How much do you need, bambina?” *** Anastacia Williams can do more than selling her soul to the devil but she didn't expect a handsome multibillionaire to be smitten by her. He offered her a huge amount of money and she accepted it without hesitation due to desperation. He was sweet and she started developing feelings for him—not until she found out that he's the leader of a big time syndicate, the Mafioso Castelli.

I was eighteen when I got together with Sam Bennett. We were in love for two years—at least, that was what I thought—until I found out I was nothing more than a stand-in for someone else. After a huge fight, we broke up. Not long after, Paxton Gibson, the warm and caring senior who had always looked out for me, began pursuing me passionately. He was persistent, unwavering, and so sincere that I finally let down my guard and accepted him. Just when I thought I had finally found true happiness, I overheard a phone call between Paxton and Sam. “Don’t worry, Leah trusts me completely. Take good care of Georgina. The surgery will happen soon.” In the end, when I really did disappear, they changed their minds. “Leah, come home with me, please?” I smiled, at peace with myself. “But I haven’t had a home for a long time.”

“Daddy… Fuck me daddy… I know daddy wants my pussy…. Yeah daddy harder… Oh..” I moaned tightly, biting my bottom lips. “So close.” I whispered, twirling my other hand on my breast, pinching and swirling my thumb against my dark buds. It was fucking sweet having pleasuring myself but I wondered what it would actually feel like having daddy’s cock inside of me instead. My eyes had immediately seized upward, and my hues widened with shock, snapping at the sight of my father figure who stood unwavering at the door. My heart skipped a beat that I swallowed harshly having pushed the words out my mouth. “Daddy….” my eyes leaned on him, watching as his dark shadow loomed further inside my room, and he pushed the door closed from behind with my breath which had halted. My leg involuntarily squeezed themselves to together, and another pleasure weaved its way into my body, maybe it was actually due to shock. What was he fucking doing here? “Princess where you fantasizing about me?” *** Roses weren’t red, neither were violent blue to me, all I wanted was pleasure but it all went too far….. The moment I saw how gracious my stepdad appeared, I had made it my mission to seduce him. Unfortunately what I didn’t know was that I was a naïve nineteen years old who was being used. He turned to a monster, and he made it his own life mission to torment my existence.