Novel & Cerita Thigh Pics

Warning: This is an erotic/ mature piece and it's rated for solely mature audiences. Reading with discretion is advised. "Do you feel that?" The leather crop landed on my thigh, I held onto his shoulders, unable to breathe or stop my hips from grinding out their release. "Every inch of you," his mouth latched onto my throat. "Mine." ______ Arlari Marquez thought returning to Mexico after college would mean fresh beginnings. But instead of thriving, she is barely surviving, until her anxiety comes crashing down one night. Her younger brother, Danny, makes the mistake of his life, stealing from Severiano Cortez, the most feared mafia kingpin in Mexico. Everyone knows Cortez shows no mercy. Especially when it came to his prized possessions. Arlari knows her brother’s life is already forfeit… but she intervenes. When she finds Cortez, she discovers he doesn’t want ransom. He doesn’t want money. What he wants…is a perfect sub. Ninety days. That is the deal. She will submit to him, body, mind, and soul, for three months. In return, Danny’s life will be spared. But what happens when the man who demands submission becomes addicted to the submissive? Severiano Cortez finds himself unable to wield the same brutality he has shown countless others. Instead, he unravels under the weight of a desire he never planned for, one that threatens to turn the predator into a captive. And she? The more she stays, the more she sees the shadows lurking in his world. Because Mexico is a dark place. And his dominion? Even darker.

“You are wet, Red. I can smell your juices already.” He said. I wanted to deny it but I knew he was right. The sides of my thigh were already clammy. How could he tell from afar? “No, I need to sleep. I told you I have a presentation tomorrow, right? I'm tired, I want to rest a bit.” I replied. “You'll do that when I get a release. I'll make sure to be fast about it,” he replied. I stood rooted on the same spot without moving. I knew he was just being civil with me. It was only a matter of time before he dragged me to his side. “Unless maybe you want me to call the others?” He asked but I could tell he was threatening me. Calling the others would end in me not getting any rest at all. “No, please,” I replied walking obediently to his side. ***** Three men, one naive woman. Ziyana never knew her life would turn in the most dramatic way. She enjoyed the life of a princess until life happened. From being hated by her blood to suddenly being sold to a spoilt Mafia Lord. She thought she could navigate through it but there were two more brothers! Ruthless. Domineering. Voracious. The Niccolo Brothers’ lives were full of danger and envy but these men never wanted her out of their sight. Would Ziyana be able to cope in the midst or run for her life before she get used to them?

“Fuuuck—ahh!” I gasped, my voice cracking. “That’s it,” he groaned, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Tight little pussy taking my cock so greedily. You were made for this, weren’t you?” *** On campus, she is that timid nerd nobody notices, Oversized hoodies, black-rimmed glasses, quiet enough to fade into the background. Even when facing the notoriously strict Professor Elliott, she would only lower her head, and mutter incorrect phrases. But at night, she became the most intoxicating dancer in the club. She wrapped herself around the pole, bent low, whining her hips, each movement drove men below into a frenzy. Bills were stuffed into the strap around her thigh, eyes couldn’t help but notice her. To cover her mother’s medical bills and to escape poverty, she takes a private party offering an equally obscene payout. The light swept across his face— *** “Don't fight it. I am going to pay you ten times what they pay you here for the rest of the night,” he said with a low voice “If you let me fuck you.” Ten times. *** She knew it was wrong. This was her professor. Her best friend's uncle. The man whose house she’d visited years ago when they were trying to get into UAC. She wasn’t going to do this, never, besides, money couldn't buy her dignity, or could it?

[TRIGGER WARNING: Reader's Discretion Is Advised. This book contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, dark romantic elements, and strong language. It is intended for adult audiences(18+). Proceed with caution.] He placed a hand on my leg, and my breath caught. His hand slowly began stroking my thigh, sending a strange wave of sensation through my body. My fingers tightened against my dress as my pulse quickened. His hand moved slowly higher, sliding deeper into my thigh. My body stiffened as his fingers brushed against my panties. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. Is Master doing what I think he’s going to do? I thought, panic slowly rising inside me. He leaned slightly closer to me, his shoulder brushing mine. “Try not to moan,” he whispered, my breath hitched. I tried my best to stay still, forcing myself to keep my expression calm as the men around the table continued their conversation. But under the table, his fingers kept teasing the fabric of my panties. My breathing grew uneven, then his fingers suddenly slipped inside. A small cough escaped my lips as my body jerked slightly from the sudden sensation. Several heads turned toward me. “Are you okay, Mrs. Enzo?” one of them asked with concern. My face burned with embarrassment. “Is something wrong? Did you choke on the food?” another man asked. “I think she choked on the food,” Enzo said calmly as he looked at me, his eyes held a warning.

Alpha Prince Valen, the next in-line to be Alpha King, has been Raina's childhood crush. For years she yearned for the attention that he never gave. Surprisingly, she got her wolf at age sixteen, which was the same day of Valen’s eighteenth birthday party. Among the pack members, family and friends, he looked her dead in the eyes and publicly denied finding his mate. - Distraught, ashamed and heartbroken, Raina kept the secret of being mated to Valen, until circumstances forced him to finally acknowledge their bond. - Sadly, things went downhill because something was devastatingly wrong with their bond. The old books declared them as unfortunate soulmates. A glimpse of the future has left her torn between the desire for her mate and the doom of their fate. - Forced to reject her and sever the bond, the painful separation exposed Raina to numerous challenges and dangers. - Will Raina and Valen have their happy ending or did the moon goddess have something else in store for them? Should she fight for her mate, or let the course of destiny unfold? - Find out as Raina embarks on a journey filled with heartache, revelation, and an uncertain future. - This is Book 2 from the Mates series. This might be read as a standalone, however, to understand the characters, you might want to read Book 1 - Mates: Regrets and Redemption © All rights reserved. - EXCERPT: He chuckled and lewdly continued, “Mmmmmm….right there....it will hit all those spots over and over." "Valen, stop." I breathlessly moaned and blushed. A rush of heat pulsed through my body. "Or when I put one hand around your throat…” He did the action, moving his lips to brush on mine. “.....and the other grips your hair, then your inner thigh, and then your cumming p**sy."

I gave him my loyalty, my body… even a kidney to save his life. And how did he thank me? He set me on fire.” Sheila thought she understood love. She believed in marriage, in sacrifice, in standing by the man you build a life with. But the man she trusted faked his death, stole her organ, and left her drowning in debt. Then, when she was of no use to him, he burned her alive to erase her from his perfect world. Only, Sheila didn’t die. She woke up in the bruised, broken body of another woman; a coma patient who had been struck by a powerful doctor now living with guilt. He tends to her. He doesn’t know who she truly is. And she’s not here to be saved. She’s here to settle the score. Disguised as a maid in her ex-husband’s house, Sheila keeps her head down and her eyes open. His new mistress is carrying his child—his secretary, the one he always said she was "crazy" for suspecting. The deeper she digs, the darker it gets. Money laundering. Organ trafficking. Even her kidney? Sold. But the past can’t stay buried forever. One night, he sees the birthmark on her thigh, the same one his wife had. The same one that died in the fire. He starts to unravel. She starts to rise. And when she returns to him fully reborn, fearless, and armed with evidence, he’ll finally understand: She’s not the weak wife he silenced. She’s the reckoning he never saw coming.

[Warning: Contains 18+]On a rare stormy night in Las Vegas, a beautiful woman arrives at a luxurious villa with her kid and stands in front of Brent's house, where she displays the wound at the base of her thigh, prompting Brent to have a change of heart and allow her to stay in his house. Hermosa, an 18-year-old single mother, seeks refuge in this attractive and sombre man, Brent's home to escape her abuser. In actuality, she is unable to solve her predicament. In order to ensure the safety of her child, she must employ any means necessary to seduce Brent into having sexual relations with her and gaining his trust... She was like a sensitive jackal and detects flirting between Brent and herself during her stay with him. Each and every time Brent looks at her, he does so with lust and hunger. In his obscure eyes, she can see a sly and intense fire of desire flames. Brent could flirt with Hermosa and enjoy her passionate , but whenever Hermosa's desires were aroused, he always repelled her without any explains. She regretfully concludes that she is not attractive enough... Hermosa does not realize that the most advanced hunters frequently take the form of prey. On her first day in Brent's home, Brent had already activated all of the security cameras... Brent injects a heavy sleeping tablet into her milk during a night of intense desire. His lust consumes his entire body, and he can no longer contain himself other than by quietly spreading Hermosa's legs in his bed in the dead of night...! ! Always keep in mind that the conspiracy will be like a net that will bind everyone's destinies together!!!

Midnight Cravings WARNING: 18+ ONLY. This compilation contains explicit adult content, including graphic sexual scenes, taboo themes (step-sibling forbidden lust, best-friend betrayal, power-play seduction), dubious consent elements, rough dominance, breeding kinks, multiple partners, dirty talk, and intense orgasms. Read at your own risk — these stories are unapologetically filthy and designed to leave you breathless, wet, and craving more. ~~~~~ "Fuck, Mia," he growled against my neck. "Been thinking about this since their wedding. About spreading you out and tasting every inch." His hand slid up my thigh, under the dress. Fingers grazed the edge of my panties. Soaked. "Gosh. All this for your stepbrother?" He rubbed slow circles over the fabric, right on my clit. "Tell me you want it." "I... we shouldn't—" "But you do." He pushed the lace aside, one finger sliding through my folds. "Say it." "I want it," I whispered. He groaned, sinking a finger inside me. Slow. Deep. Curling. "Good girl.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ Midnight Cravings is a dark romance collection of standalone erotic shorts that will ruin you in the best way: filthy surrender on camera. And many more. Each story drips with intense chemistry, dominant alphas, submissive good girls, dirty praise, multiple orgasms, and that addictive rush of "we shouldn't… but we can't stop." Perfect for fans of dark taboo romance, steamy forbidden love, high-heat erotica, and quick, bingeable smut that keeps you up all night unlocking chapter after chapter. One taste and you'll be addicted. Welcome to Midnight Cravings… dive in if you dare.

“Hold her mouth open, she’s too polite to ask for it.” A firm hand grips my jaw, keeping it wide, as another man groans above me, thick and pulsing, his cock sliding against my tongue with punishing rhythm. She was supposed to be a transaction. One night. A girl forced to sell herself for money, and three men who could offer more than she’d ever dreamed, for a price. But Harper isn’t like the others. When she steps into that hotel suite, fragile and brave all at once, she isn’t just agreeing to pleasure. She’s agreeing to surrender. And something about her, about the way she flinches, the way she obeys, the way she doesn’t ask for more, makes them all pause. They own a club built on power, discipline, and unshakable rules. But she doesn’t know any of that yet. All she knows is what it feels like to be touched like she matters, just once. When they ask if she wants more, she says the wrong thing. “I’d have to ask Mark.” What should’ve been a second arrangement turns into a revelation. Because they know what Mark is. And now they know what he’s been doing to her. Two days later, they offer her another night. Same price. Only this time… they don’t plan on letting her go back. “Good girls take it. All of it. Even when it hurts.” I scream into the pillow as one thrusts deeper, harder, while the other presses his weight against my back, whispering filth into my ear and slapping my thigh until I shake.

His smirk deepened and he took another step toward me. “I want to fuck you.” His voice dripped lower, “As a dancer, you should be used to this by now.” I shook my head quickly, panic rising in my chest. “Yes, I do know. I mean, that’s what I’m meant for.” “Now, let’s get down to business, shall we?” He said, stepping closer. “I don’t have all night.” Before I could part my lips to answer, his hand gripped my thigh and lifted it. The fabric of my dress bunched up, exposing the fine lace of my panties. I gasped, trying to move away from him, but his other hand moved to the back of my neck, holding me in place. His mouth crashed into mine, claiming my lips with a hunger that left me breathless. Suddenly, I felt his hand slip under the elastic of my panties, his finger grazing my sensitive flesh. I whimpered into the kiss, trying to resist, but the sensation was too overwhelming. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his finger moved further, sliding inside me with ease. I moaned in protest, the sudden intrusion causing a sharp pain as he broke the kiss, smiling wickedly. “Shhh…” he murmured, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. He knelt, his hand still holding my leg up. “I’m going to need you to open those thighs for me,” he ordered, his tone dark and mocking all at once.