Adam Sandler Fits Novels & Stories

*** Lydia Adam is a hot cowboy. He's no Damian, but I won't complain. I'm so fucking horny I could ride one of the carousel horses and get off in two seconds flat. Adam's hat and chaps are sexy. His body beneath them even sexier. I worried that Mr. Fuck Me Tonight would give me a complete loser. It's nice to be wrong. Adam will give me what I need. In my mind, his mouth, tongue, and teeth will be Damian's. A crowd gathers at the entrance to the alcove while I strap Adam to a St. Andrew's Cross. This one is top of the line and can be positioned to lie flat, which will be perfect for later.

I say softly, giving her a grateful smile. When I glance over my shoulder, Adam is reluctantly handing his card to one of the shop workers. His face is a mix of fury and humiliation, his shoulders stiff with tension. I roll my eyes and walk out of the store, not waiting for him. It doesn’t take long for him to catch up, his voice like nails on a chalkboard. “I can’t believe I just paid ten thousand dollars for a stupid suit,” he grumbles. “That thing better be made of gold.”

Ha, so much for me being in love, not possible babe, I am Adrian Sanders, king of the girls. He ended the caption with a winking emoticon. My fingers shook, there was an audio included in the post, I reached to play it but Christy stopped me, she shook her head but I didn’t listen to her. I played the audio and all I heard were my moans.

Adam glanced at me , then gestured towards a selection of dresses, instructing the salesperson to bring them for me to try on. "I don't want clothes!" I promptly declined, perceiving his intentions. Adam gave me a cold look and retorted, "Planning to marry me in this suit?" I met his icy gaze, finding him a tad domineering. Nonetheless, i reluctantly took the clothes and headed into the fitting room. Despite Adam's aloof demeanor, I couldn't deny his taste. The dresses, whether a sexy short skirt, a beautiful dress, or a cute windbreaker, exuded a touch of mature allure.

Hiroto slaps him in the back while he chokes on his words and turns to Hiroto in his familiar tyrant look "I am not fat!!!!. You're all just thin little chopstick bitches.Adam, I am supporting you, so you owe me 5 bucks; Adam and I are not fat, we're buff. You're all toothpicks that we could break in half. So clearly we're the strongest of this group. Muahahahaha!!!"Everyone including me looks at him weirdly, it's like a kid on an extreme sugar rush and a serial killer together

He said chuckling. Kris is a member of our soccer team. He's gay as you might already picked up on. He's also a player who's crushing on Adam Kinsley. Adam's gay and a nerd. He's the hot kind of nerd. He's shorter than Kris, not muscular but lean. He's about 5'7 and wears glasses. His hair is platinum blonde and a bit curly. Every gay guy wants to fuck him but he has really high standards. I think Kris is qualified but he's too scared of rejection.

Adam placed the call on speaker and dropped his phone on the bed to search for clothes in his black, leather duffle bag. The clothes in the massive walk-in closet belonged to his father and brother, it seemed unnatural and disrespectful to wear them. He picked a black jean trouser and crowned it with a grey top and jacket. There was a quick shuffle on the other side of the call then Everest voice came through sounding worried, “Adam? Are you there?” “Yeah. And nothing is wrong with my mood.” He sneered.

She giggled, “By the way, there is a song by Adam Sandler called Phone, wallet, keys.” “I don’t know who that is.” I stated, which made Ripley roll her eyes. “You can wear my sweats?” she offered, and I tried them on. Not only were the legs way too fucking short, they might have been big on her, but on me, they looked like fucking skinny jeans. Ripley couldn’t stop laughing and told me she could buy me some underwear in the grocery store down the street before I left. “What if I never want to leave?” I asked.

"Instead of standing together and facing this as a pack, as a family... How many of you still want to leave?" No one speaks. He steps back and Adam comes forward, standing before everyone, with an air of authority around him. He looks sexy in khaki pants and a button-down shirt, the first few buttons being left undone. His hair is slightly tousled, like he had run a hand through it several times. 'I wish I was the one whose hand went through...' Hold on. The thought surprises me, a blush warming my cheeks. Where did that even come from?

Adam paused, "I shouldn't be here right now, I have a court case tomorrow morning." "You're not so mean, aren’t you? In order you let me going out with James alone." Hannah started acting spoiled now. “The four of us have been friends for almost ten years, Hannah. What are you afraid of?" Adam did not know the way of the girl’s thinking. The man turned to James who was trying to contact Skandar since earlier, but his phone was not accepted by his friend who usually commanded him to. Sana, Skandar's secretary came into her CEO's room any more. The Japanese girl came with a tray of three cups of hot tea for the CEO's guest. The girl smiled kindly to Adam.