Ashley Johnson Hot Novels & Stories

**Ashley's Perspective** My entire body burned with feverish heat. Hebert pinned me to the bed, his lips crashing against mine with a fierce hunger, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands frantically tore at the buttons of my clothes. My heart pounded like a war drum, the haze of alcohol making me crave more—something wilder, more intense.

"You're driving me fucking nuts by doing stuff like that, especially in that swimsuit. I'm sorry, but, I can't even focus when you're..." Ashley's smile grew sensual and widened. She swam back over to me and pressed against me. She couldn't stand here, so she hooked one of her legs around mine. "I know. I can feel your eyes wandering all over me, John. That's why I wore this bikini today. I bought it for wearing on some stupid beach party, but I wasn't brave enough. And there weren't any boys that I wanted to see me there. I want you to see me."

I can tell the desks at the other side are for the roomies on the other side but the desks leaning on my side of the wall are for me and I'm guessing the other is for her, Jasmine. "Heya. Ashlyn here. You can call me Ash." She said. She's wearing a baby pink short sleeve shirt which fits her torso well and outlines her slim upper body figure, and a pleated mini skirt. A thin black belt is on her waist as well as a silver heart chained belt. Her legs are covered with furry pink leg warmers, one stretched up to her knee and the other is a few inches above her ankle. She has sneaker-boots on as well.

"Ugh, the perfect husband is actually having an affair. But honestly, this mistress doesn't even look that good. Is it just because she's good in bed?" Simon's face darkened as he called the hotel manager, ordering them to shut off the screen immediately. But the screen flickered again, this time showing screenshots of chat records between Luna and Simon. The first screenshot was a voice message Sophie had sent to Luna, provoking her. The message was 30 seconds long. Susanna had thoughtfully added audio for full effect.

"If it isn't Mr. Big D himself." Alyssa spins toward her so fast it's a miracle she doesn't throw her back out. "Ashley," she hisses. "Oh, right. Sorry," Ashley says with no remorse. "I'm already planning to be Gray's next wife." Chelsea rolls her eyes. "Stop being a slut, Ashley." Ashley gasps, full of fake outrage. "Do not slut-shame me, Chelsea. You know you wanna go home with one of these sexy bikers tonight too. Alyssa can't have all of them."

Jolly's face was red like an apple, with lines of fingers visible on her cheeks. Aston could only watch the scene playing before him in awe. He never knew Ashley could be this bold and daring. He's always seen her as a weak and innocent type but now he knows better than to try her. "What do you seek from me, Jolly?" Ashley asked "what right do you have to condemn me? Are you not satisfied with making my life hell? What more do I have to offer to get you pest out of my way?" .

OJO Ash: Can you stop with those emojis, and you didn't reply Olivia: I have a tongue piercing Olivia: So yeah, more than nine Olivia: Oh, and I might get two n*pple piercings too, but those are kinda scary, so for now, I'm checking out Ash: That sounds Olivia: Hot? Ash: Yes Ash: No Ash: I meant no Ash: No, I don't think that's hot Ash: It's so terrible unhot I may freeze like a popsicle Ash: So yes, not hot

Afterwards she went into the bathroom and took a cold shower, she needed that after having a long day at work. She walked out of the bathroom and dressed up in her pajamas and lay on her bed. Her mind couldn't stop toiling through all that had happened earlier that day between herself and Selena, she turned to the other side of the bed "whatever it would take to ruin her ass and have Louis all to myself, I'm so ready to do it" she mumbled shutting her eyes. Her phone started ringing, she sat up from the bed and climbed down. She picked it up from her handbag, she had forgotten to remove it from her bag when she got home.

I hate Ashley now. "Hello beautiful." I turned to the guy beside me coldly and looked at him like he's the most disgusting thing in the world. "Well.. what a bitch." He left and I rolled my eyes. Suddenly the other guy moved beside me. "Not interested in the party?" The guy asked and I turned to him. "No.. not my thing." "Austin Portwalt." He took out his hand and put it in front of me. "Violet Ashlock." I shook his hand.

I use my teeth on the flesh, my tongue swirling around the bud and it isn't long before she explodes, and she keeps my head pressed to her chest as I chase after my high. "Sinclair!" She cries and my balls tenses, my abdomen clenching in pleasure as I pull back and Ashley's gaze moves to me, her breathing heavy. Her eyes fall to the hand stroking down my length, gliding effortlessly across the flesh coated with her juices. "Who the fuck do you belong to?" I implore and she moves from her position, drawing close to me as she whispers, "You. " "Louder, baby. Who the fuck owns you?" I demand and she moves to her fours; her ass up in the air and her face right before my thick length.