Carlos De Vil X Reader Novels & Stories

He comes to me, kisses me and then comes to my ear and whispers, — What a wonderful woman you are, Doce. I open my frightened eyes and find Carlos staring at me. I run my arms around my husband’s neck and let him penetrate me slowly. I feel his body slip between my thighs, but my mind is in the memory I had of X. Why? Why did he come back? Why does he still mess with me? ***

“Before I turn around and slap you, please enlighten me who is so brave to feel up a complete stranger.” I am only but shocked to silence, but then I smile as I wrap my arms around that waist again, feeling her toned stomach underneath her dress, then I slowly whisper in her ear, “Xavien.” Then from complete nowhere, I only hear her utter in complete surprise, “Oh my god.” As she spins around, I feel a flush burn over my skin, yet I have not let go of my hands that are wrapped around her body. “Fuck, it is you.” “Yes, Mr. Caruso. Is this what you do in your spare time?”

“Your body is still weak.” “I’m not weak,” she whispered, defiance flashing in her dull, tired eyes. She hated the sound of her own voice—shaky, thin, like someone else’s. Carlos crouched in front of her, one hand braced on the mattress beside her thigh. The position forced her to meet his gaze. His presence was overwhelming, so close, his scent of cedar and storm wrapping around her until it was the only thing she could breathe. “You’re pale as death,” he said roughly. “Don’t fight me on this.”

she panted as she moved the c*ck back and forth to her waiting mouth. Carlos, who had been knocking down beers finally stood up and declared it was time he got him some p*ssy. He roughly pushed me aside, yanked his pants down and pushed Riza down on the couch. The room was a regular orgy of sex with Lucas getting a blowjob, Carlos pounding Riza's hot box, and Richard lying across my back as he continued to pump his hot d*ck in my a*s. Carlos was the first to come with a loud groan as he pulled his d*ck out of Riza spraying his load on Riza's leg and her stomach.

“But let me carry you anyway.” He carried her back into the bedroom, kissing her all way to the bed, laid her carefully on the bed. The sheets were cool and smelled faintly of lavender. He parted her legs wide, and dipped his head in between her thighs, caro clutched her soft hair and brush them as he sucked on her pussy. "Please." Caro pleaded, her legs burning, pussy dripping wet than ever. "Do you want me to stop?" Davis whispered. Caro breathed, eyes shut as she pulled her head backwards. "No.....never....go on baby."

' His hand slid higher, fingers dipping into her cum-filled pussy, stirring the mess. Lexi shivered, arousal stirring anew despite the ache. 'And the end? Why'd she vanish?' 'She had Rivals sniffing around. But she loved it—the possession.' He rolled over her, cock hardening against her leg. 'Like this.' He stripped the remnants of her bra, tossing it aside, then spread her legs wide. His mouth claimed her breast again, sucking hard while his cock nudged her entrance. 'Carlos—wait,' she gasped, but he thrust in, filling her slick heat. 'No—talk first!' Pleasure overrode protest as he pumped steadily, hips rolling deep.

Xitllali De La Rosa (living as "Esperanza") My eyes burned as I stared down at the letters carved into the metal: GUILLERMO TZOTZIL-VARGAS. My hands were shaking so badly that I could barely keep the gun steady. Guillermo didn't move. He stayed on his knees among the broken glass and crushed marigold petals. He didn't flinch. He didn't reach for another weapon in his coat. He didn't even move his head away from the gun pointed straight at his forehead.

My breath caught as that familiar invigorating scent hit me like a speeding train. “My favourite line in the book is when the author said: She liked being watched by him. Maybe even owned.” I froze. My heart almost stopped. I knew who that voice belonged to. “I hate the ending, though,” he scoffed. “Carlos died. And Rosa lived the rest of her life with a man she was forced to settle for, only to die in childbirth. The author said she found Carlos again in another life. Who writes such tragedy and calls it romance?” He tapped the book cover, pushing it forward. My eyes widened, recognizing those big, beautiful hands and the familiar tattoo on his wrist peeking out from beneath the leather jac

He counseled her and held her tiny hands in his. Sapphire began to feel sick. Droplets of sweat start to settle on her forehead and her vision begins to go hazy. Dr Scroll was on time. He already expected it to happen. He carried the medicine and syringe in his pocket and was about to administer it when a strong arm stopped him. "What are you doing to her?" Came out a deep voice which Sapphire could easily recognize even in her sleep. ***** Carlos reached Dallas before time and found his wife waiting for someone. Blood rushed to his face, making his skin boil with heat. But he was a patient man. He needs to find out who his wife was dating.

He knew it was probably the mate bond messing with him but he couldn't help but think he would have felt the same way even without the mate bond. Xavier's eyes were still on Diana's calm and peaceful face when the front door which led into the house opened and the sound of heels clicking filled the house. Xavier wondered who it was but it didn't take long before he found out. Cara who had walked into the villa wasted no time in climbing up the stairs to the room she knew was Xavier's. She opened the door and her eyes scanned the room before finally resting on Xavier, her fiance. Her eyes took in his hand which lay on the woman's face which had stopped half stroke as he was stroking the stran