Casanova Stories Novels & Stories

This is your author CastielLj, and I’d like to introduce my stories before FFMH if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. If you are already a follower of mine, thank you so much! We’ve come a long way since Devin, eh ;) Here are my books on GN. 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance 2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance 3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin off but it can be read as standalone]

I came then, unexpectedly, my pussy walls fluttering around nothing, a keening wail escaping around Jay's girth as waves crashed over me, soaking my thighs further. Jay pulled out of my mouth, his massive cock forcing its way into my ass next…stretching me anew, the head popping past the ring before he sank in slowly, savoring my whimpers. Tony took my mouth, and the slapping resumed, hands everywhere…on my ass, my tits, twisting, pinching, marking me as theirs. The basement was filled with the symphony of flesh on flesh, my broken cries, their grunts, the night stretching endlessly in raw, unrelenting use.

The heavy wooden doors of the library creaked open, announcing the arrival of the mysterious Tuesday visitor. Jessica's heart fluttered in her chest as she felt his intense gaze upon her from across the room. She pretended to focus on organizing the bookshelves, but her body was acutely aware of his presence, like a predator stalking its prey. Damon moved silently through the stacks, his tall frame casting long shadows in the dim light. He drank in the sight of Jessica's petite form, imagining running his hands over her curves. The way she bit her lower lip nervously, trying to act nonchalant, only fueled his desire.

He led her to a private booth in the back, a secluded, intimate space hidden behind a heavy velvet curtain. He pushed her down onto the plush velvet couch, his body covering hers. He kissed her, a deep, demanding kiss that left her breathless and wanting. He tore her dress off, his hands rough and possessive. He fucked her there, in the club, with the music pounding and the crowd cheering, a raw, primal act of public possession.

He smacked my ass, then lifted me up slowly until only the tip remained inside before dropping me back down. He kept doing it — lifting me and letting me fall. It felt like I was on an amusement ride, except on this ride my insides were getting rearranged every time I came down. He continued until that familiar burning sensation started building. I gripped onto his legs, leaning forward a little, and started fucking myself faster on his cock. Giving him a perfect view of my greedy pussy swallowing him. “Fuck, you’re close, huh?” He smacked my ass again. “Cum for me. Cream my cock.”

“I have particular tastes, Sloane. Darker, more… intricate tastes than the common voyeur. I enjoy the corruption of ambition. I get off on the moment a woman like you chooses success over dignity. I want to witness that choice, intimately, again and again.” The food arrived, tiny, exquisite plates of things Sloane couldn’t name. She picked at them, her stomach in knots. He spoke of numbers, of conversion rates, of SEO for adult performers. He talked about her brand, “Luna Luxe,” with the cold precision of a corporate raider. He mapped out her first month under his patronage: a costume overhaul, a high-end toy collection showcase, a themed “Daddy’s Little Star” weekend stream. “The taboo is a

I know what it feels to have a home, I have my own family and soon, mini Kardor and mini Leila will be running around the kingdom. My little heirs, Darian Rhys and Alina Rhea. **** Author's note Cassian and Athena's story is titled: Bedding the wrong brother. Roberto's story: Wanting the Barbarian, my addiction. I need to be sure, are you going to read their stories or should I start a new one entirely? Please let me know in the comment section.

It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it. It has a six digit number on it, and a logo of a two tulip flower entangled on each other. Serene read the words on top of the ticket. “Casa Roma.” “The Casa Roma was the prestigious hotel freshly built on the Vianca Island. I'm sure you already heard about that island in the east. I stayed there once and they have the best wine ever in the whole continent. It's a good thing they built an official hotel on that place because resort houses was a bit old fashioned for me.” Sydney had gone through the Vianca Island after college graduation. She met few hunks there, but the tourists on the Vianca Island mostly are womanizer.

All through the night, a whole lot of the men, waiters and guests, tried once or twice to get him to fuck them. His gift refused to leave his side. The night had been long and wild for him and he knew this was the best fun he had had in years, and now that he had had a taste of asses, he knew pussies could never interest him again.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.