Ceerita Hot Novels & Stories

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NIVEA My generous curves seemed to captivate him completely. I watched his lips part and engorge, his cheeks flushing with lust. The way he stared at me—like I was Nefertiti, the goddess of love—made my pussy throb powerfully. A warm, traitorous wave of arousal flooded through my core. He drew in a sharp breath through his mouth and bit his lower lip hard.

It isn’t supposed to be like this. Cerelia is meant to be cherished, to be treasured. Not to be used like some wanton female, not to throw herself so willingly at a man who has done nothing to deserve her. She is too soft for this, too refined to be crying out for a mate like a desperate bitch in heat. I swallow back the acid threatening to rise as I watch Soren grip her hips, guiding her movements, pressing kisses to her skin like she’s the only thing in his world.

Lucas Steele had just finished a meeting with some investors and was on his way to his suite when he saw a woman lying face down on the stairs. He ran up to her and bent down to check on her. She was cold. Lucas panicked. He hoped she was alright. He didn't want to think of the worst. He quickly pulled out his phone and dialled 911. Immediately, the line connected, Lucas blurted out, " Hello I have an emergency ".

Still… the idea refused to leave. “So,” Camille said, sliding a glass of wine toward me as she perched on the stool opposite mine. “How are things with Mr. Hot CEO?” I froze mid-sip, but she raised her glass before I could protest. “Wait. First, a toast.” I grinned and lifted my glass. “Alright, what’s the toast?” She cleared her throat dramatically. “To freedom from awful gold-digging men, a full girl-boss glow-up, and better money, better connections, and… better cocks in the future.”

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Zera yelled hysterically as she grabbed onto Rita’s arm. She went on. “That has to be it! How else could we explain the change in him?” Rita looked at Zera and tried to comfort her. “Zera, please come down. Before we talk about Maia, could you tell me about the video that went viral? Was that woman in the video really you?” Rita had to know. Zera just smiled and pushed Rita way from her. She then admitted loudly. “It was me! So what if it was? Cedric doesn’t love me, so I can’t be loved by other men?”

“Tell Alpha Keiran his Luna is currently leaking rogue seed all over the floor and begging to be bred again.” He put the phone on speaker. Keiran’s weak, furious voice came through: “Rita… how could you?” Rita, still impaled on a rogue cock, looked straight at the phone and moaned loudly as she rode it. “I’m sorry baby… but their cocks are so much better. I’m never going back to your weak knot again.” The rogue hung up. We barely had time to catch our breath when my phone buzzed again. This time it was a message from one of Keiran’s betas: