Novels by Leno as

NIVEAMy generous curves seemed to captivate him completely. I watched his lips part and engorge, his cheeks flushing with lust. The way he stared at me—like I was Nefertiti, the goddess of love—made my pussy throb powerfully. A warm, traitorous wave of arousal flooded through my core. He drew in a sharp breath through his mouth and bit his lower lip hard.“I’m going to put this away if you’re a good girl,” he said, loosening his grip on the gun. I nodded softly, already soaking wet from the intense drama. “But first,” he added, still trying to steady his breathing while his eyes devoured every inch of my naked body, “get on your knees.” I dropped down obediently, gazing up at him, biting my lip. His dick was still rock-hard, throbbing insistently. I wondered how it had stayed that way through all the chaos—even before seeing me naked again. It was almost as if he had been stroking himself to this fantasy for a very long time.“Open up,” he ordered. One hand rested heavily on my head

“Who are you?” I yelled, my voice trembling with raw terror. My legs were planted wide apart, and the fear had completely wiped every coherent thought from my mind, leaving my unclad, naked body exposed and vulnerable.Without thinking, I bolted toward my bedroom, my voice ringing out in loud, shaky, high-pitched screams that echoed through the apartment. The masked man remained completely still in the hallway, as if he were deliberately letting me run, toying with me. His black mask clung tightly to his face and neck like a hoodie pulled up and twisted into a sinister disguise.Only his piercing eyes, nose, and mouth were visible through the openings. He was tall—easily 6’2”—with broad, powerful shoulders and a muscular, athletic build. He wore tight black leather pants that hugged his thick thighs and a fitted black T-shirt that accentuated his strong chest.Thud! My bedroom door slammed shut behind me. The moment I burst inside, my shaky hands fumbled desperately, almost forgetting

NIVEA'S POVThe door to my apartment closed with a loud click. My heels creaked deeply across the polished floor, causing me to stagger sideways, barely able to steady my feet. I pulled out the key, from the door, after locking it with a double lock. Flung it into my Brazilian designer cushion. It crawled across the floor, the bunch thudding louder.I walked up to my tall glass window, my lips curling into a smile. “Go home, Jonah,” I hollered, my breath reeking of rum and stronger alcohol. “I’ll be fine,” I said. Jonah stayed still, gaze fixed on me from the distance, hands crossed behind his back, leaning into his jeep, a smile ruining his perfect frown. “I know you, girl, you’re clumsy as fuck,” he replied. I knew he wouldn’t leave without proof that I was going to be fine. He was like that.He was my best friend and the only man who had stayed true to me. During our college days he would get suspended for getting into a fight with anyone who dared to make me cry or even frown. He

LINDA'S POVWhen I awoke the next morning, he was gone. Like the wind. He didn’t ask for anything. I awoke with a pounding ache in my pussy. I smiled softly, spreading my legs widely for some fresh air. It was the best fuck of my entire existence. I managed to get dressed, sorted all my bills with the receptionist, and set off for my home.When I arrived home, I prepared a sitz bath. The soreness I felt was too overwhelming to let me breathe. Random flashbacks came with my pussy throbbing, drooling pussy juice leaving trails on my panties. I moaned to the memory of how his innocence vanished and I was at his mercy. I sucked on my fingers softly, replaying the mental picture. I was excited and looking forward to seeing him at work on Monday.*******Monday came early as I had wished. And I hurried to work, taking rehearsals in front of a mirror on how to remain casual and non-confrontational like a teenager, despite the fact that that young man had me on my knees begging.I arrived at

LINDA'S POVMy eyes searched the room. The positions and furniture were exactly where they were the last time I was here. It was my VIP room, furnished to my taste. The bed was massive enough to contain all my hungry sexual desires. The furniture was perfectly placed farther behind, leaving enough room at the center. The green-colored sex couch sat right at the foot of the bed. It was perfect.“How do you want to be fucked?” He echoed casually, towel splashing water from his hair, glasses off, as he dashed out of the bathroom. My breath heaved.Where the fuck was he hiding all this body? My face read it all, jaw dropped. His abs were perfectly defined, biceps big and strong, with shoulders broad for a young boy his age. His waist—fuck!—narrow in a way that complimented his looks. I swallowed hard, the thick slimy spit sitting at the back of my throat.“Surprise me,” I said, my teeth clenched. I pushed back, my ass moving slightly over a pool of my pussy juice as I got more comfortable

LINDA'S POVThe collection of files flew across my office, the branded ones taking a different route from the unbranded materials. “Do that again, and this time be smart,” I yelled. My voice bounced back in echoes. He looked down at the flood of his hard work scattered across the shiny tiles. I studied his face for a reaction. There was none.“I’ll do as you’ve asked, ma’am,” he replied, his voice shaky but audible. His glasses slid off his nose; he adjusted them, crinkling his chisel-shaped nose like it could somehow catch them.His knees kissed the floor as he tried to put together what was left of the proposal document I had asked him to reprint for the sixth time. “Thank you, ma’am,” he said with a slow bow, head locked between his wide shoulders. I gave a passive wave that meant get out of my office. My waist leaning into my massive office chair, as I reminisced on the call I had received earlier, announcing the passing of my aunty.I let out a deep sigh, unlocking my legs. Maybe