Wet Pussy

Run Topolina, Run … I love the chase. Whatever ends of the Earth, I will find you, even if you go down to hell Topolina, don't forget that's my territory. Your mine to break, mine to fuck, that sweet pussy of yours is mine to fill and breed. Alessia Rossini is bound by a marriage alliance to the Ruthless Capo in Sicily, Leonardo Morano. She was a wildfire and swore to break off the engagement. Leonardo Morano aka the Devil, is known for his ruthlessness, he is intrigued by the little wildfire, Alessia and swears to make her submit. A Love-hate relationship forms between them as they encounter problems, and weave their way through blood, schemes and plots to become one.

Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Enough spoilers, read on to know what happens. Don't forget to leave your comments. XoXo. "I need to come," I tell her. "Please... yes..." "Come with me..." I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest. "I can't..." she whispers. "I'm so... fluttery..." "You can," I tell her. "I promise you, you can." I pause. "And you will. Again, Ashley. Come for me again." I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum. "I'm gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Ashley." "Yes..." she whispers. "Oh God, please... please, Mr. Mancini..." "Don't call me that," I growl, and I'm on the edge, right on the fucking edge. "What shall I call you?" she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she's thinking it, too. It's in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust. My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it. "Call me Daddy," I growl. "You can call me Daddy."

“I prefer to be in the arms of other men who would treat me right than be with you anymore” she breathed out. “How dare you” he yelled at her face while she stood her ground to him. “What are you...” Before she could finish her sentence, he pinned her to the wall and kissed her fiercely. He wrapped her legs around his waist leaving her back pinned to the wall as he deepened the kiss. He pulled away from the kiss slowly kissing her neck in turn as his hand slid into her panties. His fingers fondled with her wet folds giving her shimmers of pleasure she had never felt. *** Elaine, a beautiful young lady who had everything just found out that she had cancer and had about a year to live. Shattered by the news, she hid it from her family that maltreated her only for them to realize the truth and cuss her out breaking her heart.In a bid to enjoy her life to the fullest, she had a one night stand with a man but to her greatest surprise, it turned out to be her husband.

On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to You for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab."

“Did you say, sick?” He whispered. “I got an erection spilling their blood. My claws, my fangs…they want something to dig into. Flesh to rip apart. I got that in abundance, hence my drastic change in appearance, little ember. But your wet cunt smells even better than their blood.” I was so shocked, I gasped his name, “Arien!” His actual name. ——— Naida Ashryver’s life grew complicated when she was caught in the throes of a murder she was innocent of, rendering her a fugitive. A sinister occurrence that was tied to dramatic revelations had her questioning her identity, leading her right into the web of Eldarien Ravthorn, the Alpha King, whom she couldn't resist. Little did she know that their union had been ordained but the enemies lurking in the shadows would not sit back and watch her get her happy ending. Warning: This is an 🔞 werewolf romance with elements of violence, gore, and occasional dark themes. Surprisingly, it also has its fluffy moments. Proceed with caution! Originally titled Twisted Flames.

Anita, a woman as thick as pudding and quirky as a genius because she was one, meets the man of her dreams after she has to step back from her job as a surgeon. You would think that her accident was the end of her story but it just became her new beginning. While learning that the main characters in horror stories do exist, she falls in love with a werewolf with a strong liking for BDSM and making her panties wet with just a look. Anita soon discovers through her contact with Andrew, the main ML, that she has been living a lie all these years, but when she finally finds out what makes her so different from her family members, she overhears Andrew talking about a situation that has far-reaching consequences for both humans and supernatural creatures. Anita joins forces with Andrew to set things right before it is too late while falling deeper in love with her wolf and embracing her quirks which may be the only solution to save everybody. Our FL also has to deal with crazy bitches who believe that Andrew could do better, but Anita refutes those claims adamantly. How could Andrew find somebody as cute and as resourceful as her? Plus, she already licked him, so he belongs to her as much as she belongs to him.

She hired a hot stranger to ruin her weddin, now she can’t stop wet dreaming about him. Ramona Martins lived in her father’s bubble. Sheltered, Protected, pampered and untouched by the world. But when her dad arranges a marriage with a man she despises, she finally snaps and makes one reckless decision: to hire a stranger to destroy the wedding. Her naivety lands her in the right place…But with the wrong man, and he didn't mind playing along. Lance Brown is dangerous, seductive, a man who breaks rules and women’s hearts. He ruined her wedding, and they were supposed to part ways. But she didn’t know the force she’d just unleashed… or what it would turn her into. “All she wanted was freedom, but she got handed obsession, danger and him.”

"What the fuck—” I started. He looked up at me. His lips were wet, swollen. He licked them slowly, like he was savoring the taste. “Keep your hands where I left them,” he said. My jaw clenched. My knuckles went white against the bedsheets. I didn’t speak. I just watched him. He lowered his mouth again, slower this time. His tongue circled the tip, then slid down the side. I felt every second of it. Every inch. He paused halfway down and looked up at me again. “You like this too much.” My throat tightened. I didn’t answer. “Bet you’ve never let anyone make you beg.” *** Callum Kesington isn’t just a billionaire CEO. He doesn’t believe in love. He believes in control and power.But when his estranged brother resurfaces through a cryptic call, dragging him into a trail of files, threats, and old betrayals, everything he's built starts to crack. Remy Beckett, a rising star in the culinary world, is no strang to love but one man has him unraveled. A single dinner at Remy’s restaurant ignites an attraction that shakes Callum’s carefully guarded world. He’s never wanted a man before. Never craved the scrape of stubble against his skin or the heat of rough hands pinning him down. But Remy? He’s all Callum can think about. A shadowy attack leaves Remy bleeding in Callum’s arms, and suddenly, this isn’t about desire. It's about survival. Someone wants Remy dead, and Callum’s brother is at the center of it. Now, Callum must confront the ruthless empire he built, the family who betrayed him, and the truth he’s been denying.

His hand slid beneath my dress, fingers curling around my thighs with a possessive grip. "I always knew that scumbag couldn't treat you right," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips traced a slow path from my jaw to my neck. "Still can't figure out what you ever saw in him." I drew in a shaky breath as his hands moved higher, fingertips brushing the band of my panties, sending a jolt of heat through me. "Women like you are prizes, Sienna," he whispered against my lips, the words melting into my skin. My grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles white. "And prizes? They're meant to be fucking claimed. Owned." In the haze of intoxication, Alexander Grayson looked like the most beautiful thing on Earth—or perhaps he really was. "Can... can you make me forget about Ryatt?" I breathed, my voice trembling. A smirk tugged at his lips, dark and predatory, as his hand slid inside my panties, finding the heat of my wet, aching pussy. A soft moan escaped me, and I clung to him, every nerve alight."I'll make you forget about yourself, flower," with that he crushed his lips to mine. *** From the moment I met Alexander Grayson, I despised him with everything I had. But when with fate's cruel sense of humor he forced his way into my life, everything changed. He was everything I loathed—a womanizer, a violent monster, a spoiled heir with an ego larger than life itself. He should have meant nothing to me. Yet, I learned the truth the hard way: nothing about Alexander Grayson was ever simple. Alex dragged me into the hell he'd created, where he sat as the devil on the throne of darkness And the most terrifying part? I didn’t want to….escape.

"You are my friend's daughter. I should not be doing this, Meredith." He breathed shakily, but I could feel that he wanted me. His hard member was a glaring testament. I cupped him, suddenly feeling confident as I sat on his legs. "A...anyone could enter the classroom now." Did he just stutter? Did the most confident, intelligent, and wealthy nerd just stutter because of my touch? Earl Sherwood makes me feel hot and wet, but he is my college professor. I try everything I can being an anti-social autistic student to get close to him, and when I think I got a chance, he turns out to be my Dad's friend. Now, he's going to be my private tutor, and I can't wait to see how much I'm going to learn in private.