Adrienette Stories Novels & Stories

I felt like a piece of meat in front of hungry wolves. Suddenly Vadas was in front of me, his lips pressing against mines. I stiffened in surprise. He placed one hand on my waist and another on my neck dragging me closer, deepening the kiss, asking for entrance which I granted him, enjoying the moment. Until we heard somebody clear his throat and parted, a low growl coming from him. It was Ketiri. “So I assume you like this one.” She smiled sheepishly. “Yes, pack it. I’ll write down her address” Vadas responded. Squeezing my waist.

Maddy's POV My body trembled from how Draven's sweet cock claimed my cherry. His hot cum still leaked from my pussy and dripped down my thighs. My pussy throbbed from insatiable hunger and a bit of pain. I couldn't believe I just lost my virginity to a medieval prince who was strung like a horse. I smiled while I sat in the pool of our cum and leaned against the headboard. Spreading my legs wide, I displayed ny cum soaked pussy for the princes taking pride in how their eyes glinted with ravishing hunger.

" I will do as you say but I can very well assure you that Adriana is not a danger for us." * Aunty Sarah browsed through the internet randomly, she had always been bored to death ever since Adriana had left and the internet had started becoming her second home when she was done settling the affairs of the coven. "Two mates to contest for the hand of Alpha Xavier of the moonstones pack" her eyes caught the interesting title. "Really? Two mates for one person? This Xavier" She scoffed. " The moonstones pack are really... " She went speechless immediately she saw the picture of the mates that were going to be contesting for Alpha Xavier's hand.

STORY 2: Sexy Nurse Helps Her Impotent Patient 3 AMIRA Sitting in my work seat while going through the patient files the other nurses had submitted, I couldn't stop my mind from straying away from the documents. It's been a month since that encounter with Dennis but my mind kept on remembering what had happened in that room. Closing my eyes and reciting medical terms in the hope of taking my mind off that image, I groaned in frustration finding it impossible to do so.

“Thanks. I didn’t know where else to go. You’re the only one who ever really listened without trying to own me. Adrian just wants to fuck me raw and keep me locked up dripping his load whenever he snaps his fingers.” He brought over two mugs of steaming tea and handed me one, his fingers brushing mine, sending a spark straight down to my clit. “I’ve been doing okay since we split. Freelance gigs keep me busy shooting bands and street stuff. Dated a couple girls but none of them tasted as sweet as you or moaned my name the way you did when I licked that pretty pussy for hours.” He smirked a little trying to lighten the mood but his eyes stayed dark with heat.

Within some time, Sophie and Crystal descended down the stairs after their house-tour and Sophie pulled her to a group of women who cheerfully hugged her. The music was soft and the women stood a few feet away from us, allowing me to hear their conversation with ease. I had no intention to eavesdrop on them, but what Sophie started blabbering next, made my blood rush backwards. "You might have heard of those typical stories where the small town girl steals the prince's heart. That's exactly what happened with Adrien and Crystal. She was his damsel in distress." As Sophie said that, Crystal's expression dropped and she looked extremely uncomfortable.

Adrian turned his executive chair toward her and slowly looked her up and down — from her slightly messy bun, down her white blouse that hugged her full breasts, to the tight pencil skirt and black heels. “Lock the door.” Emma’s heart pounded so hard she was sure he could hear it. She walked over on unsteady legs and turned the lock. When she turned back around, Adrian was standing. He looked even taller up close like this. “You’ve been teasing me for months in these tight little outfits,” he said, voice low and rough. “Bending over the filing cabinets in the mornings. Crossing and uncrossing your legs during meetings. Wearing blouses that show just enough cleavage. You really thought I didn

She wondered what he smelled like. After her lunch with Yuan and Jill, she returned to her desk feeling inspired. She started typing on her laptop and found herself composing a plot. She drew a picture with words. She created a dark-haired rebel with a gorgeous body, well-sculpted like a marble statue masterpiece. She made her heroine a green-eyed, copper brown-haired princess with an evil queen stepmother and a charming but vile stepsister. Adrienne felt excited about her new project. It had been a while since she wrote a story. When she was younger, she’d written several romance novels. That’s how she knew she would be a writer and make a career out of it.

He swiveled his chair to face her fully, knees apart, making space. “Lift your skirt.” She gripped the hem with both hands, drew the navy fabric upward inch by inch. Plain white cotton panties—already darkened at the crotch. A small wet spot had spread noticeably. “Take them off.” She hooked thumbs in the waistband, pushed them down. They slid past her thighs, knees, ankles. She stepped out of them, left them pooled on the carpet. Adrian reached out, took the damp cotton between two fingers, brought them to his nose, inhaled once—deliberately—then set them on the desk like evidence.