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My muscles are taut as I try not to get my cock into her pussy like I want to. Layla rubs her tits against my face, moaning and shuddering as the orgasm crashes into her. Her pussy gushes against my thigh, her release all over me. Everything becomes quiet in that moment, till it’s just her breathing mingling with mine. Maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe I could give in to this power that we’ve created, and it would be okay after. She wants me too. I could show her what big, bad Daddies do to their little girls. But a flash of lightning illuminates the pink in her hair.

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

Some wore low riders, French cut, even a few thongs and it appeared that some girls weren't wearing underwear at all. Laura wondered how guys at school could function with all these sexy asses and panty lines around. 'Oh God, does this mean I am a lesbian? Wait a minute, I can't be a lesbian, I like guys. What is wrong with me? Mayby I'm so preoccupied about panties because of the tight ones I'm wearing now, ' Laura reasoned. The highly aroused girl stopped walking and leaned against the wall to avoid an impending orgasm that threatened to boil over. "Oh God! I may have to take these bastards off in order to get through my classes today," Laura whispered to no one in particular.

Evelin waved Leanna's hand away and said, "You're not serious at all. You have a cock, yet you still want to go to the ladies' restroom! And you're even wearing long braids, only girls do that!" Layne was sulking, "You actually peeked at my cock! You're so naughty!" Evelin was speechless. The scene seemed a bit discordant, but it didn't matter. In no time, the four of them were sitting in a café. This time, Yasmine didn't need to say a word. Layne lifted up her T-shirt, exposing her little belly, and then switched on the pitiful mode, recounting the grievances she had complained to the landlord that day, with tears streaming down her face.

Two lesbian teens host a slumber party for seduction and naughty bang. Enjoy.. ******* Gosh, I was excited about tonight! My parents were out of town and I was having five of my best friends over for a slumber party. All of us were on our high school's softball team. I had been planning and fantasizing about tonight for so long and now it was actually happening. If everything went to plan, this weekend would put all lesbian orgy p**n to shame.

She gasped, eyes wide. Ethan moved in front and shoved himself into her pussy at the same time. The sound she made was pure filthy bliss. They started moving together, stretching her full, her body shaking between them. I was made to straddle Ryan’s face. His tongue drove straight into my dripping hole while I watched my best friend get double penetrated right in front of me. Lena’s eyes met mine, it looked desperate. She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us.

“Lingering hugs. Sitting too close. Kisses on the cheek that felt all wrong. poking his fingers into my pussy. till one night it wasn’t just a kiss anymore.” Finally, I looked up. Lane wasn’t blinking. But his knuckles were white, clenched like he was stopping himself from saying or doing something. That made something inside me twitch. “You look like you want to break something,” I remarked. “I do,” he replied softly. My heart did a flip. “You’re the first person I’ve ever shared all this with,” I confessed. “The whole story. The age. Who it was.”

Heat and pressure and the desperate certainty that this might be the last time. After, they lay tangled. Breathing hard. Reality seeping back. "We're terrible people," Trina whispered. "The worst." "Hope deserves better parents." "She got us. That's the tragedy." She laughed. Actually laughed. "How is this funny?" "Because we're flying toward probable death and we just had sex in a storage closet like teenagers. We're absurd." "We're human." "Barely." He held her tighter. "If we survive tomorrow, if we somehow win, what happens to us?"

“Probably because they’re mostly written by women who’ve experienced rejection in real life, and they write their dreams of becoming powerful.” “But then they almost always take the bastard who rejected them back,” I countered. “That’s the mate bond. It’s how it works. Besides, I’m not reading a werewolf novel at the moment.” Nate and Kam had come in by then. “So, what kind of novel are you reading?” Nate asked. “It’s a forbidden love story,” she answered. I glanced at Kam, and we smirked. “So, is she underage, or are they related?” he asked.