Wound Tight

Warning: 18+ Only contains explicit scenes and adult languages featuring hard-core taboo erotica, young adults and sex with brother's best friends. This is an erotica collection containing stories of steamy, filthy romances. If you like reading naughty stories then this book is for you, get ready to feel the ultimate erotic excitement **** “Bet this is the biggest cock you’ve ever had, isn’t it?” She couldn’t talk, could only brace for me to fuck into her repeatedly. “OMG,” I cursed. “You’re so tight and hot, and you have the wettest pussy I’ve ever felt.” “Frankie!” she cried out. “It hurts so good.” Yeah, it fucking did. I pulled out and pushed back in. “You little thing… with this tight, tiny pussy that’s justmadefor her big brother’s cock.” I couldn't control myself as I started thrusting in and out, fucking her too hard, too brutal, no doubt. But like my good girl, Saffa lay there and took it all. I made my best friend’s sister take every single inch of me. I wanted to go slow so this would last all fucking night, but I was too far gone. No amount of jerking off could ever tame my dark, twisted desire for my best friend’s little sister, and now that I was finally getting the real thing, I’d never want anything else. I thrusted deep into her, stretching her tiny cunt out even more, knowing that when I came, I was going to fill her up, then suck out my cum and make her drink it out of my mouth. Saffa cried out for more, begging me to fuck her harder. And I gave my best friend's little sister what she wanted.

To save my father-in-law, I donated a kidney—but on the very day I was discharged, she didn't hesitate for a second to shove me into the guest room. "Those centipede-like scars are disgusting. Don't show yourself to me again!" In the dead of night, my wound tore open. I collapsed into a pool of blood, dialing her number 100 times, desperate for help. She hung up every single time. Meanwhile, the master bedroom echoed with Theo Reynold's low, passionate growls. In that instant, every ounce of strength drained from me. When I was admitted to the hospital, I held the military medal my mother had left me on her deathbed. That was when I remembered the woman even the mayor bowed to when she walked into a room. Without thinking, I dialed the long-forgotten number. "Commander Jennings, you once said you owed my mother a debt of gratitude. Now… I want you to marry me."

Tyra is a seventeen year old orphan surviving alone on the streets of Grimwall. When a wound seals itself on her palm in under a minute she discovers she is something both supernatural worlds declared forbidden. The last hybrid. Half wolf. Half vampire. Troy is a shapeshifting wolf sent by his Alpha to hunt her down before her blood fully awakens. Three months of watching her has made his mission impossible. His wolf already chose her. His heart is following. When a woman with crimson glowing eyes appears in Tyra's dreams warning her that both worlds are coming, the clock starts ticking. The wolves want her eliminated. The vampires want her controlled. And the man bringing her tea every morning is the one sent to end her life. The question is not whether Tyra can survive both worlds coming for her. The question is whether she can survive the truth about the man standing closest to her.

Leah was born into a poor family of six. Since she could remember, their family has suffered from debt and debt collectors, which led to their parent's divorce and the reason she stays with her father while the other stays with their mother. It was either her or the younger one, and she couldn't for the life of her allow her younger siblings to stay with their irresponsible father, who drinks half his life away each day wallowing in sorrow and debt. Her prayer for an escape was answered alongside her most cherished wish, as she received a letter containing her admission letter and a scholarship to Lora's fashion school. Her life became easy and peaceful after moving to the institution and away from her father, well the peace lasted a while. She found herself on a rollercoaster of intense events after saving an injured man with a knife wound close to her apartment building. Plunged into the world of the mafia, crimes and invading feelings, she found out their family debt wasn't what she always thought they were.

Blackmailed and caught in a very tight corner, James had no option but to do as Isaac had said– force the daughter to become his permanent mate else, he exposes James' secret. Lilith is a random not-so-weak member of the Blue Moon pack who has been overtaken by the love she had for her father that she had to agree to his impossible request so his life would be spared. What happens when Isaac finally knows who killed his father, will he be able to punish whoever this person was even if it was the person he trusted the most? " Who is my father ?" Isaac asked as he formed a fist with his hands. He didn't know how long he could control his wolf so it wouldn't cause havoc.

"You wanna try and be my medicine, Lilah?” He asked with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try.” I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me.” His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw. “That's what you really want?" I nodded, sighing out a shallow yes, and I could see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous, Lilah, this is your last chance." My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then."

I was working as a security guard in one of those fancy residential areas when, one day, a property owner handed me 7,000 dollars and asked me to go down to the underground garage to lend a hand. Now, I reckon I didn’t expect what I found there. Inside one of those expensive cars was a woman—a beauty, mind you, with her eyes a little bleary and her cheeks flushed. She was stretching her long, slender legs wide apart, with one hand reaching down... well, you get the idea. It wasn’t exactly what I thought I’d be dealing with when I signed up for this job. The voice on the other end of the phone gave a command, “Take off her tight skirt, let her raise her hips, and have your way with her!"

ACADEMY OF THE DAMNED: BRIDE TO THE ABYSS. When I died, I did not expect to be haunted and chased by a group of people that called themselves the school for the dead. Wait? I died??? I do not think I am dead, but I had a NDE. Unfortunately, that means I belonged to the school of the damned now, a school where supernatural beings like fae, demons and witches attended and guess where it was located. In hell. So when I, Alexandria Nicole Thompson wound up in this school, I was an anomaly. Human. A human never became part of the damned, and the demons made it clear to me that I wasn't welcomed. I had to fight for my life every minute, from being spell bound, to being bitten by a raging vampire with a hard-on for me, and the fallen angel, cold and bitter, angry at everything in the world, yet I was drawn to him, and finally, there was Cassiel, next in line to be herald of a plane, a ruler of demons who hated me with every breath and declared me unwanted from the school. I had to grow a tough hide....or skin

"You want to know what secrets I am hiding?" Dacre asked and I swallowed nervously. I nodded my head. "Well then you should submit to me," He said as his eyes darkened. "Submit?" I asked in confusion. "I will let you in on my secrets, and in exchange, you give me yourself. You are going to be mine...just mine." For every wound the world would inflict on Dacre, I would gladly let the blue eyed boy ravish me whole. Every. Single. Time. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dacre Caldwell has been given a mission to complete that he wants to see through to stake a claim on the alpha title. Love is the last thing on his mind. But when he stumbles upon a brown-haired girl, everything turns upside down. Clarissa Emerson has never liked boys. She thinks their heads are filled with bricks. But she finds herself increasingly attracted to the blue-eyed boy who has vowed to unravel secrets-not only of himself but of her body and soul.

I bought a breathtakingly handsome and sculpted werewolf slave from the magic black market. His rock-hard abs were on full display, and his deep V-lines pointed straight down into his tight, low-slung pants. But once I got him home, it was clear something was very wrong. A low, suppressed growl rumbled constantly in his throat. He stared at me with his golden wolf eyes, looking like he wanted to tear me apart and devour me whole. His body burned like a walking furnace. I thought he had wolfsbane fever and frantically contacted the seller. The seller was silent for three seconds after hearing my description. [My dear witch, is it possible he isn't sick, but just...hungry?] [The kind of hungry...that makes a werewolf want to pin you to a wall and sink his fangs into your neck to mark you?]