Novel & Cerita A Man Like No Other

Umupo siya para alisin ang t-shit niya. He would have kissed me when I sat down and pushed him to lie down. I sat on his lap and I felt his hard, angry big core wanting to be feed. Yummy. I slowly grabbed her healthy abs and licked them. "Mmm...." I heard him moaning because of what I was doing. He moaned in a sexy husky voice that clicks slightly from a dry mouth “Licking my abs makes me hornier babe. You're making me wet already just doing that. That's unfair.” He said in a low sexy voice with a smirk on his face before taking off my shirt and bra.

Why not with me? "Don't worry, I just wanted to show you something that would make you chuckle." I saw him take out a rectangular object that could give off light. I saw his fingers play well on the rectangle playing. "Here, look at how beautiful she is." He pointed a square object towards my eyes. I saw a human who had long hair and red lips and a large chest, different from mine and Alex's "Is he human?" "Yes, she's a woman. She's my girlfriend, named Reina."

From now on, he’s her only man. ---END---

THE MAN IN YELLOW

This man was obviously not an ordinary person. "Oh God... he's so handsome!”

his voice was soothing, they calmed me in ways I could never understand. How could a man who looked like a plain dad be the most dangerous don in New York City? “I have enemies Pearlita, evil men who want to see me fall, they envy the power I possess, the power they can never touch in this lifetime” I took a long look at him. He was dressed in a simple, matching polo shirt and shorts. His glasses stood firm on his head, and he slouched perfectly on the couch to reveal perfectly toned abs under his thin yellow shirt.

This man was obviously upset with Max. When we didn’t speak, he repeated, “You’re out.” “Excuse me?" Max asked. "Who the hell are you?” I lowered my glasses and continued to appreciate one of the most perfect specimens of man I’d ever seen. Small droplets of water hung from his short dark hair and glistened against the cobalt blue sky. More evidence of his recent swim coated his defined abs and his wet swim trunks clung to his thick thighs... Everything about this man screamed confidence. Not the cocky kind I'd seen in Max. No, this man wasn't a college kid who specialized in picking up girls. This man dominated every situation. He was a man who knew what he wanted and took it.

Isabella. There’s something about a man who fixes your tire in the rain without saying more than ten words that sticks in your brain like a catchy song you didn’t ask for. I told myself it was just the timing. The mystery. The whole gothic, “stranger in the storm” vibe. But that was a lie. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The man. The hands. The eyes. The name. Noah. He had the kind of presence you don’t forget. He was the kind of man who looks like he came with his own thunder soundtrack and tragic backstory.