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The Play Boy's Doll

The Play Boy's Doll

Moans escape me, and I feel my eyes turn moist with pleasure as I hold his head to my breast with my left hand. He keeps rolling his tongue over my nipple, and sucking it while slamming his long fingers deep into my pussy, and pulling them back out, only to repeat the action. "Oh God, I'm gonna pee… "I cry out as I feel the tissues in my sex clench, and pressure build in my lower stomach. While Asher chuckles. "That's not pee, dear. It's cum… "He replies, and I shut my eyes and arch my back as warm, satisfying fluid flows out of me, and to the ground beneath me. I eventually open my eyes when Asher pulls his fingers out of me, and to my surprise, he takes his fingers that are now wet from my juice, up to his mouth, and licks them clean. Causing my jaw to drop in shock, and I can't hold back my words. "Don't do that… It's dirty… "I say, and he smiles. "No part of you is dirty, Chelsea… "He replies, and I feel a flutter in my chest at his words… ******** Asher Wayne is a billionaire's heir. A privileged son of a mightly rich man. He's in his third year in college, and is a fuck god who gets whatever he wants. He gets whoever he wants in his bed, and has every girl around him falling for his good looks and loaded pockets. Chelsea Perkins is an optimistic young, freshman who wants nothing but to make her mother proud, and make her father regret ever abandoning her. What happens when somehow, a deal makes this little, goody two shoes find herself in the badboys bed? Sparks will be created, but will these sparks burn both or one of them badly, or will it turn into flames that will turn lust into love, and love into refined gold? Would sex be just a part of a beautiful bond that will be created? Or will it commonize the entire relationship and be the sole purpose of their union?
His regret: Can't win me back

His regret: Can't win me back

"It's getting hot in here, don't you think?" I shudder as my clit becomes wet with his smooth voice. I melt away in his arms. He kisses me with a passion I've never felt before, and I moan into his mouth, lost in the moment until I sense him kicking open a door. I realize we're in a room. He continues the kiss as I wrap my leg around him, pulling him closer, his erection pressing into me. I feel my panties dripping wet from arousal. He releases me, resting his back on the headboard, and grabs my thigh, pulling me closer. His hand goes to my hair, releasing it to let my curls fall freely. He guides his fingers from my scalp to the ends of the curls, muttering in a husky voice, "Fucking beautiful. ****** Jasmine found herself trapped in a loveless marriage. Her world shattered when she uncovered her husband's betrayal on his birthday. Heartbroken and betrayed, she made the difficult decision to leave him and start anew in Illinois, with her friend Ava by her side. As Jasmine tried to go through her new life, a one-night stand left her pregnant, uncertain about the father's identity. But complications arose as Maxwell, Jasmine's ex-husband, refused to let go. Jasmine discovered shocking truths about Ava's betrayal. As secrets unraveled and loyalties were tested, Would she find the strength to overcome the obstacles in her way? Could she trust her heart, or would the shadows of the past forever haunt her?
His Ex, My Hell

His Ex, My Hell

For five years, I was Mrs. Davenport, cleaning up after my husband's one-night stands and enduring his casual cruelty. Call it a gilded cage, but this mansion was my prison, bought by my sacrifice: I was the secret medical lifeline keeping him, Ethan Davenport, alive. Our cruel contract was nearing its end, just three months left. Then, Chloe, his perfect ex-girlfriend, waltzed back in. Her arrival wasn't a gentle reunion; it was a wrecking ball designed to finish what Ethan's neglect had started. She smeared my name, orchestrated a public humiliation, and then watched, smiling, as Ethan, fueled by rage and alcohol, dragged me to a damp, cold cellar. He tore apart my most sacred possession-my fiancé's diary-then brutally killed my loyal dog, Buddy, right before my eyes. As I bled, collapsing into unconsciousness, I heard his ex's venomous whisper: she'd had all my precious memories of him incinerated. They had taken everything. My dignity, my love, my last connection to a life I cherished. My heart was a hollowed-out space, suffocating under a mountain of grief and betrayal. How could a human being be so cruel, so blind, to the sacrifices I'd made to keep him alive? But on the day our notorious contract officially expired, I walked out. With nothing but the clothes on my back and a one-way ticket to a remote Pacific Northwest retreat, I finally chose myself. It was time to disappear, to burn away the past, and somehow, exist again.
When Love Wore A Mask

When Love Wore A Mask

Ethan Miller was an architect, but his life was ending. He was entering witness protection to avenge his father, a journalist murdered by corrupt forces. The cost? Everything he knew, especially Ava, the woman he loved. He shattered her heart, feigning greed and ambition to protect her from immense danger. Then, he walked into their apartment to find her intimate with his childhood friend, Julian. He was a ghost in his own home, watching his own replacement. Ava's contempt became his daily torture. She treated him like a paid servant, throwing money at him. He endured public humiliation, serving them at parties, known only as "Ava's pet." After her terrible accident, he anonymously donated a kidney to save her life. Yet Julian took all the credit, building a false narrative of heroism. Ethan silently suffered Ava's accusations and physical abuse, trapped in a role of ultimate humiliation. His silence was his shield, his coldness a desperate act of love. He let her believe he was an unfeeling monster, relentlessly crushing her hope. Every insult was a fresh wound, but revealing the truth would expose her to deadly enemies. Why did he choose her hatred, this agonizing self-sacrifice? Then, an impossible truth emerged: Ethan, believed dead, was seen alive, engaged to another woman. Ava' s world shattered, her grief morphing into furious betrayal. Now, she will confront him, demanding answers, ready to tear apart every secret, dragging them both back into the shadows of his dangerous past, no matter the cost.
Too Late for Regret, Liam

Too Late for Regret, Liam

For six years, I believed Liam and I were building a real life together in our Chicago apartment. I always thought our love was solid, unbreakable. One quiet Tuesday night, searching his laptop for a tax document, I stumbled upon a folder simply named "C." Curiosity, that stupid little nudge, made me click. It wasn't finances; it was Chloe. Thousands of photos, her smiling face, and then the "Journal" subfolder. My hands shook as I read devastating entries. The flowers he bought me after my promotion, the romantic trip to Italy, even our engagement-each cherished moment a desperate reaction to a woman he still couldn't let go of. He worried I was pregnant, clearly terrified of being tied to me while Chloe was "still out there." Then Chloe herself started sending me messages, photos of her and Liam, bragging I was just a "placeholder." I heard him tell his best friend he was "stringing me along" to make Chloe jealous. The man I loved saw me only as a prop in his silent play for another woman. How could I have been so blind, so completely fooled? His ring on my finger was never for me. With a cold, hard clarity, I realized my entire relationship was a meticulously crafted lie. I saved every message, every damning photo, and wrote a short note: "We're done." I closed our joint accounts, changed my number, and bought a bus ticket out of Chicago. There was no sadness, just a firm click of a door closing on a life that was never truly mine.
THE RED JAGUAR

THE RED JAGUAR

"Ouch!" Yhera almost bumped her head in her Montero's steering wheel. She automatically stopped her car and glanced at her car's side view mirror. She saw a red jaguar car. She opened her car and walked near the red jaguar, with anger plastered in her face. The door at the driver's side slowly opened and an almost six feet tall man came out, with a smirk on his face. Atty. Yhera with hands on her hips, speaks with sparkle of irritation in her tone, "Mister didn't you see my big Montero in front of your one hell of a kind red jaguar?" Amazed with such question, the man's eyes have been fixed to Yhera's face. Like he was studyingher raised eyebrow, her heart shape face, nose bridge and small supple red lips; all without any traces of make-up except for a thin face powder. "What a sweet angel in her outbursts of anger," the man whispered, eyes now raking at her slender figure, covered with a white sleeveless lacy blouse and tight fitting maong jeans. His eyes travel in her perfectly shape arms, hips and toes in stiletto. Her fair, perfect skin with thin cat hairs, top it most. "Finished doing your physical survey, Mister?" Yhera with irritation asked the man. "Uhuh, yes! I am Seigfred by the way." He extended his right hand to Yhera with a confident smile. Yhera looked at Seigfred's extended hand then slowly fixed her eyes on the man's dark brown, a bit chinky and mysterious eyes, a well sculptured nose and lips, and a ruggedly, handsome face. Yhera's heart skips to beat. "Well, Ma'am did I pass your physical survey?" The tone of Seigfred seemed so amused. Wanted a love story with a little bit of mystery? Have a roller coaster ride then in "The Red Jaguar" until you finally relaxed in the end.