Virgin At 18 Novels & Stories

After I became mentally challenged, my godmother, Fenelle Porter, took care of me personally. She not only massaged me and helped me exercise, but she also never resisted my touch. My godfather, Sam Porter, took advantage of my situation and was always intimate with Fenelle in front of me. Little did they know that I had already recovered. While Fenelle and Sam were video chatting, and she was using toys to pleasure herself during the video call, I put myself into her. Sam was completely unaware all along.

"Ahh… I feel so itchy… I really want you…" I'm bunking in a compartment on a train that's heading back to my hometown for the holidays. It seems that the gorgeous young woman sleeping on the bunk bed below mine is starting to sleepwalk. Her legs are parted, and she keeps writhing about on the bed. I've always longed to have a taste of her. Since she's having a wet dream right now, I decide to climb onto her bed…

Warning: This book contains violence, explicit content, taboo affairs, forbidden relationships, and BDSM. It is intended for adults, 18 and above. “This is…wrong, you are my twin sister's mates.” I stammered breathlessly, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as my body convulsed with the arrival of my fifth orgasm. ***** Betrayed by my mate and enduring a heartwrenching rejection, my world crumbled the day I was sold off to a vegetable Alpha to become a breeder. But things took a swift dark turn as the vegetable turned out to be not one, not two, but three savage, sinful, dominant forces. The rules were simple; No strings attached. Avoid eye contact. Speak only when spoken to. Produce the next heir. Disobedience meant swift death. Once all these were in place, hopefully, my freedom or death would be granted. Sticking to the rules was easy, until the rhapsody of an unforgettable night in the red room. A deadly mistake that blurred the line between loyalty and family. They were forbidden fruits, my twin sister's mates. But I couldn't get enough of their massive cocks plunging into me from unholy directions. Their hungry tongues claiming my filthy mouth, their wandering hands ravaging my body, bending me in ungodly positions. Deliciously sinful. Once a naive virgin, now, a perfect good girl for their ruin. Like a magnet, their sinful voices pulled me to them dangerously, conquering my morals. When their voices go, “Spread your thighs for us, little dove.” I responded with total submission to my master's. What was supposed to be a one-time mistake turned into a deadly secret obsession. But secrets don't stay buried forever...especially the ones laced with a curse…and my Masters were hiding more than just their dark pasts. One deadly truth was capable of tearing us apart.

“Peter, is my form alright?” I was teaching my goddaughter, Irene Anderson, the right form for swimming in the pool. When she bent over, her behind accidentally bumped into my groin. It felt as if an electric current had run through me. What made me more excited was how unfamiliar she was with swimming. She floundered around until her bikini bottom fell off. I rushed over to help her. However, she struggled terribly as she tried to hug me, and our hips were tightly pressed together. Meanwhile, her biological father was looking at us from the side.

"Mr. Hill, I feel so itchy! My dad has already left, so hurry up and scratch my itch for me with your finger!" At the dining table, my friend, Leon Shaffer's daughter, Maya Shaffer, has had too many oysters, causing her hormones to go out of whack. As such, her libido has risen considerably. Maya is wearing a miniskirt at the moment. Right now, she's parting her legs in front of me, revealing her white panties seductively. I'm used to not feeling a woman's touch all year round. The sight of the young woman's most private parts makes my heart pound wildly and my blood sing in my ears. So, I respond by freeing my manhood from my zipper before wagging it at Maya. "There's nothing good about my finger! Why don't I use this willy of mine for the job?"

My girlfriend, Phoebe Norton, insisted on bringing her best friend along on our trip. What she did not know was that her friend, Shanine Graham, was a shameless flirt. Wearing nothing but a tiny thong beneath her clothes, Shanine kept finding ways to tease and tempt me…

"Does riding a horse feel good for you, Lola?" My pal's daughter, Lola Ramirez, is currently kneeling on all fours on the floor in a skimpy school uniform with her ass bucked high in the air. Meanwhile, I mount her from behind with my hands tugging on her twintails while I thrust into her rapidly. Lola's father, on the other hand, is still playing poker in the room next to ours.

Infinite is back to Kappa. Despite of being werewolf, she is the weakest but she wants to help Kappa in all way. She just focusing to her goal. Then unexpected will happen even she's not 18 years old. She got mate but not one but two. And in her 18 years old she will know who is her true mate.

“Let me see how much of a virgin you are. Let me know how quiet you can be when I tear your cunt apart.” And I almost called him, “Bastard!” He doesn’t need legs to break you. He doesn’t need your voice to own you. Ivan Petrov is the Don of the Bratva Sever, ruthless, calculating, and far more dangerous than the wheelchair he uses as a mask. Once a husband. Still a father. But love died with his wife. When Vanya is traded like cheap cargo to settle her father’s debts, she’s thrown into his cold, luxurious cage. A mute girl with ghosts in her eyes and fire she can’t speak. He sees her as another pawn sent to spy, another toy to shatter. He doesn’t want a wife. He wants to rip her silence apart. To force those virgin thighs wide, to make her body betray every secret she can’t voice, to watch her shatter on his cock while she claws at the truth she’s not allowed to scream. She thought marriage would be her prison. He intends to make her his favorite obsession: his fucktoy, his slut. In a world of blood-stained marble, poisoned secrets, and a Don who hides his strength like a loaded gun, one silent girl is about to learn exactly how loud her body can get when the beast decides to play. Will Vanya’s silence save her… or will Ivan drag screams she never knew she had straight from her throat? Viewer Discretion Advised 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🔞🔞 ☠️ Dark mafia romance. Intense power, forced proximity, virgin breaking, degradation, and raw explicit filth. Heavy on the heat, 10% plot. Not for the soft-hearted. Enter Ivan Petrov’s world only if you’re ready to get wrecked.

Israel is the youngest billionaire and mafia boss. He rules the underworld organization with his title 'The Little Mafia Boss'. After his parents died at a young age, he was forced to replace his father's role as a CEO and a leader as young as 18 year-old. He was a good kid, Israel. But he never thought that by the time he turned 18, feeling miserable and hopeless after his mother's death, his 18-year-old experience was beyond his expectation. At 18, he became an official orphan, he had his first experience of getting wasted by alcohol and drugs, and he even had his first one night stand with a part timer, Amelia. What will happen if five years later, they meet again?