Casanova Stories Novels & Stories

She looks at Andros, tilting her head. Cass is in New York. Tesoro mio drugged me and just fucked off to go and get her revenge. Jesus Christ! “Since she was a kid, why?” Andros answers her and she nods at the phone. I move and grab it. I look at it and it is her social media account. I look at the pictures. I growl as I look at the video and press the play symbol. I watch as she does an Irish dance, then a man steps up and dances with her like a battle. Andros sighs. I look at Andros and he looks up at the ceiling, blowing out an exasperated breath.

“I’m interviewing for a teaching position at the high school.” She studied him for another moment, recalibrating. “Huh. Thought you might be one of those drug runners from the city.” She shot a hand across the counter. “Caty Haskings.” He shook it. Firm grip, gnarled fingers. “Gabriel Shepherd.” “Most of my cabins aren’t worth sleeping in, to be honest with you. But I keep a couple decent. Week by week suit you?” “Perfectly.” “Cash. In advance.”

Ysabelle's POV I was in the kitchen preparing lasagna for my son when Wesley's secretary called. "Yes, Jessica how may I help you?" I asked, wondering why she called. "Good afternoon Ms. Finn. I called you for a very important matter. Mr. Fontanella denied the contract. His secretary just informed me regarding the matter", she sound worried. "What!? Why did he do that? Wesley said Mr. Andrew Fontanella already agreed then why he backed out?"

I just told her about the Gabriel situation. Dee laughed, hugging the small throw-over pillow to her chest. "This is gold, Kay! Like freaking gold. I've always read about this but I have never actually seen someone that has experienced this." she threw the pillow at me, and it hit me right in my face. "I can't believe your one-night stand, the one who fucked you so good you could barely walk straight, if I may add, is your first client. This is freaking gold." She laughed, and I glared at her.

But I have to gather all of my rationality for my future. "I won't think it that way, know why? It's the most wonderful night I ever had. Most wonderful sex I ever had and the most wonderful orgasm I ever had in my life." He said as he reached my hand. "Stop kidding around Casanova. You have a camp, do you?” "I do, but I could cancel that for you." I don't know what he is doing. It's scaring me. Scaring me that I’ll fall in love. "Just go." I shooed him.

We fucked almost every chance we got — in the mornings before the baby woke up, during nap times, and late at night after he was sound asleep. Casper was patient and gentle the first time we tried anal. It hurt a little at first, but once I relaxed I loved the feeling of him stretching my tight asshole. The second night I was much more confident. I wore the black lace teddy he bought me, complete with thigh-high stockings. I got on my knees at the edge of the bed, ass up, and let him tongue my asshole until I was dripping wet. Then he fucked my ass hard, pulling my hair and slapping my cheeks while I moaned like a slut. I came so hard I nearly blacked out.