Casanova Sentences Novels & Stories

Cassian is made of muscle and fierce determination. When he sets his sights on something, he makes sure he gets it and tonight it seems he’s mind has been made up to break down my walls. I know this for absolute certainty when he spreads my legs, holds them down with force, dips his mouth to my pussy, and licks from bottom to top through my panties while keeping his eyes firmly on mine. “Fuck," he rasps. "Tell me you want me." “I will never tell you that," I say breathlessly.

Ashton murmured the words almost absentmindedly, as though speaking to himself. Yet the quiet declaration carried across the lobby, reaching every listening ear. The murmurs that had begun moments ago abruptly died. Maricris let out a bitter snicker, though the sound trembled with humiliation and anger. “You are filthy,” she spat at Cassie. “Absolutely licentious.” Cassie merely raised a brow, unbothered. But Ashton’s expression turned colder. “Then,” he said smoothly, a faint, disdainful smirk touching his lips, “to free you from witnessing my so-called licentious behavior…”

Elias said as he tapped his huge cock making me squeal as I covered my face. "You are such a pervert." "And you love it Casanova." "Yes I do."

“Doggy right here, baby. Ass up where the whole neighborhood might hear you moaning my name.” I gripped the railing tight and pushed my ass back. “Fuck me on the balcony, Cassian. I do not care who hears. Ahhh… put it back inside me.” He thrust in hard from behind, gripping my hips. The new angle made him feel even deeper. “Yes… just like that. Pound your princess on the balcony.”

‎Cassian leaned back in his leather chair, eyes raking over Nagur's broad frame, the memory of that tight ass clenching around his cock at the party flooding back hot and vivid, Nagur's choked gags, tears streaming as Cassian face fucked him deep for all to see, then bent him over and reamed that greedy hole raw, spanking cheeks fire red until Nagur begged for more. ‎ A slow smirk tugged Cassian's lips, cock twitching hard in his pants at the sight of Nagur's peaking bulge in his pants, the Elsame heir's dark eyes hungry beneath that cool facade. "Business first, then," Cassian drawled, voice low and commanding, gesturing to the chair opposite. "Sit. Spill it." But even as Nagur lowered his

And now For the first time It was reacting to connection instead. Cassian slowly looked between Luca and Damon. Then weakly muttered: “Oh my God.” Damon frowned. “What?” Cassian looked genuinely offended. “The torture machine ships you two.”

Have you been to China? - Wow, what plans. - in the said phrase, sarcasm was heard immediately. Cassius didn't react. - I'll have to stay locked up for a couple of days, but I don't mind. He gave me an appraising look. Slowly descended from the face to the figure. A chill ran down her spine. - Why do I tell you Casius? she asked directly. - Be my toy. I don't know why, but I laughed. Feelings from panic, felts the absurdity of the words themselves.

It would only upset her if she should learn how horrible Cane was. Cassie walked in and caught the tail end of his words. "You won't break our baby," Cassie said, walking over to wrap her arms around his waist from behind. "You are the gentlest man I know." "I have killed people, Cass," Aser whispered, staring at the empty crib. "With these hands."

Don Salvatore was a very decent man and no matter how Allan tried, he couldn’t get anything to complicate him. He bowed slightly in appreciation to Casper before turning his attention to Cassandra, captured by her extraordinary features, as he bowed to her slightly before extending his hand for a dance. As soon as they joined hands and began to dance to the tune of the guest singer, background information about Salvatore began to play and everyone realized that he owned the biggest casinos in Las Vegas. “Thank you, Don Salvatore,” Casper said as soon as his timer beeped, showing that the one minute was done. Cassandra was relieved. Don Salvatore was a gentleman but her heart was already take

Richard’s broken sentences would have been amusing if she could have laughed. “Hot, tight, wet,” Cassian gritted out through clenched teeth. “I won’t last either.” “Please. Please don’t stop. I need more—faster.” She tried to take over the rhythm that threatened to drive her crazy. Cassian cursed, and the two men picked up the pace. Her body burned from the inside out. Probably due to the hot, burning blood that boiled in her veins. One man tunneled in her ass while another pulled from her cunt, never leaving her completely empty.