Ella Adulphus の小説

DallasI've never actually admitted that I love sucking cock. I can lick it, go down on it, suck it.If sucking cock were a subject, I would get an A. If slobbering on dick were a job, I would excel.But there's just something about sucking Ryder Callahan's cock. It isn't just the thrill of having myself on my knees with my brother's best friend's dick in my mouth—no.Maybe just one time fucking him again. It's a bad decision, but who else would I do it with? Call me stupid, I definitely won't fight the allegations.But this is Ryder. My first fucking love. The man who ruined me. The man that I…His groans slowly became audible, like music to my ears. His hands slid to my hair, tugging at my band as he pulled it off, my hair falling straight into my face.I pulled my face away, removed the strands of hair entering my mouth, and looked straight at him. He had an expression that looked like he was about to come right away.I spat on it, rubbing it along his length.“Fuck.” He placed a h

RyderIt's been four years already. Four fucking years, and Dallas Romero is still in my every thought. Now she's back, even hotter, and I can't seem to keep still.I know I messed up—it's my MO. I'm a fucking cunt.I had gotten out of the car. People bustled in and out of the bar as I walked in, the thump of bass vibrating through the sticky floorboards under my boots. She tells me she needs some space and comes to a bar? Not on my watch.I spotted her the moment I walked in. I prayed internally as I marched forward, just in time before she got up from her seat and headed to a table with two men.I stood in front of her, and I could tell that angered her. The men? I didn't give a flying fuck about them. I could deal with them later if they tried anything.“Of course you had to follow me,” she said in defeat.“I didn't.” Yes, I did.“I knew you were going to be here.”She smirked, an adorable one, seeing as she did it wrong. She tucked her hands into her pockets, and that was when I n

What was I expecting? That he wouldn't date anyone and wait for me? I didn't wait for anyone to say anything as I rushed inside, nudging Melissa to the side. Of course he isn't your prince charming, this isn't one of your Wattpad romance books, Dal.This is real fucking life.My blood boiled, not with anger, but jealousy. Yes, I was jealous of Melissa. She was perfect—probably too perfect, and I was just…me.And what was even shittier was that we were never a thing. We were never an item, but he and Melissa are. They are in a relationship. A real relationship I couldn't have.I sprinted up the stairs and into my room, slamming the door the moment I got in. The tears stung my eyes, begging to drop.I was just his experiment. I was just a thing for him to use and dump. Just a fuck toy. His little secret that he thought he could get past.I felt disgusted all over again—disgusted by even the thought of us together. Disappointed in myself that I still thought I had a chance. That he stil

Seattle. My greatest nightmare.Thankfully, my overbearing big brother had sent me urgent cash to come back home. In his words: “I'll feel better close to family.”After checking the boxes at security, I picked up my bag and walked out of the airport. I searched through the crowd until my eyes landed on my name scribbled on a paper: “Dallas.” I smiled, looking up. My face fell the minute our eyes met.Ryder Callahan. My brother's best friend. The reason I ran far away from Seattle.He still had that bad boy vibe, but he was older now—taller, standing at about 6’7 with a huge, brooding frame. Tan lines peeked from his grey sweatpants and black shirt.I sucked it up, head held high, and strode toward him. I didn't say a word, leaving my box for him to carry while I headed off to book a taxi.“I drove,” he calmly said, putting my bags into his massive 2025 Range Rover. Hearing his voice made something in me melt, a cold shiver running down my spine.“I want to book a taxi. You can drive

Dallas“I hate this job.”That’s what I would’ve said before they fired my ass from the job. Oh, and given all the talk about not finding the right job in New York-fucking-City.I needed this job. I was low on rent and had to pay my boyfriend back for last month. I know, I know… it’s that question of why I was even owing him money in the first place, but he’d covered a gig for his band last Friday.“Are you sure you don’t need me to at least book an Uber for you?” Sadie said.I shook my head and smiled. Sadie was nice—unlike the few hundred who sat behind this desk all day, pretending to bring money into this almost crumbling company.“I can manage. My boyfriend will come pick me up.”I gathered everything I needed, straightened my already crisp silk shirt, and waltzed out of the company. This job was my only lifeline, but I’d rather let them fire me than succumb to sucking off a 50-year-old exec to pay my bills.I waited for an hour, but there was still no sign of my boyfriend. No an