Aya Cash Nsfw Novels & Stories

What is wrong with me today? I pulled away from him as if I'd been burnt and stared at him. With his big blue eyes and lush pink lips, perfect pale skin, and golden hair falling in curls around his heart-shaped face, Caden looked like a fairytale prince — young, rich, and regal, the opposite of me in every goddamn way. Jesus. Why does that sound gay? I'm straight! “If this is how you handle your clients then you're fired, Asher.” Caden hissed.

"Ouch! Haha! Such a short-tempered. Come on b*tch, you are single right? As for now you don't like anyone then it's not a problem if you'll get married. You can just learn to like him in the process. Sex is really just a bonus. HAHAHA!" I glared at her. "Fvckyou Ayesha. Stop it, it's gross." Unbelievably, she pointed at me with her finger. "Ha! Believe me Cass, with his looks I am sure he is good in bed. I bet his frenny down there is huge," then she giggled. I just shaken my head in disbelief. Again, I wondered why and how we got along, we were just similar in wasting money but in behavior? Urgh! Never mind.

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“Calm down, baby. You’re going to lose your voice before she does.” I grinned and put the call on speaker and switched it to video. “He’s telling me to calm down,” I informed Ayesha. “Put him on!” she demanded immediately. “I want to see the fine hunk of a husband who somehow turned my soft best friend into a signed submissive.” I turned the camera around without hesitation. Kai was sitting on the sofa, shirtless, one ankle resting on the opposite knee, a book open in his hands like the evening had been completely ordinary. He looked up at the phone with a raised eyebrow, clearly unimpressed at being put on display.

And then he squeezes again, rolling my already erected nipples into his fingers. " Fuck…" I breathe out. " Do you love to be treated like this?" He whispers, his free hand rubbing my sex through my jeans. I breathe out a breathy moan and he smirks against my skin. Asa pops out the button on my jeans and then he pulls the zipper down slowly still kissing my neck. His fingers lingers around my waistline tauntingly as he whispers against the sensitive skin on my neck. " Answer me, Ava. Do you like being treated like this?"

The box was on a table open. "Come on Cassie that is a new article and not even a real picture. You can't believe that stuff. I know they were eccentric and a not all there but devil worshipping. Is a far stretch." Nathan said. "Honestly Nathan please you really should not open it." Cassie begged. "I'm not even close to getting the lock all cleared out." Nathan told her. He kissed her on the forehead. 'You need your refreshment." Nathan told her. They went into the tent to have their refreshments.

“What is it? Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you?” She shook her head and went to the desk, grabbing my laptop from where it had stood closed since I had arrived back on Poros. She switched it on, her fingers trembling as she logged into her social accounts and turned the screen so that I could see. Plastered on her page was a video with the title “Cassandra the Cocksucker learns new moves”. She pressed play and my stomach knotted as I watched a video of the inside of the strip club - a video of Cassandra and Amy dancing their rehearsed set perfectly while men threw dollar bills on the stage in front of them.

I glance toward the towering flames dancing against the night sky. “…Offered?” “It’s symbolic,” Seyla says. “A promise to yourself. You’re acknowledging the fear that’s followed you here… and choosing not to let it define the person you’ll become.” I let her words settle. “And what if I don’t want to share my deepest fear with a few hundred strangers?” “You don’t have to tell a story,” Lyra says softly. “Just the fear.” “One sentence,” Rowan adds. “Most people keep it short.”

“Give me those tits.” I rise and suck in a gasp of pleasure as he takes a nipple into his mouth again, his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks as he closes his eyes. An empty ache swirls between my legs, and I reach down to give myself some relief. Gabriel realizes what I’m doing and stops to watch. “Is that how you liked to be touched, Kayla?” I nod. He tries to take over, but I bat his hand away and shift my legs so they’re between his. “Later,” I promise. “Right now, I want your cock in my mouth.”

“How wonderful.” "A very funny cat,” Cassian agreed. “So sorry we couldn’t show you. You would have laughed too.” “Yeah, like I saw both of you laughing your heads off when I came out of the changing room,” I scoffed and stretched my hand to Cassian. “Give me your phone.” “C’mon, Ly, it’s really nothing. Fine, we were—” he cleared his throat, trying to look embarrassed. “We were looking at spicy videos. I’m so embarrassed to say this, but could you not tell Dad?”