Charli Damelio Jerk Off Novels & Stories

DAMIEL I stopped exercising the night I knew I would be getting married. Blame a man for having his dick huge. Some people wet dreams but I am no asshole. Charlie’s trauma plays a part. I would never lay my hands on him again. New omega for every rut. He cried for me, he let me pull him to tears. So sweet. He decided to give me the honor of bringing him to tears and I cannot wait to see another. ⸻ CHARLIE

Sweat beaded on her lower back, trickling down her ass crack to tease her puckered hole. Pacing quickened, breaths turning to pants that fogged the mirror inches from her face. Charlotte watched herself—cheeks flushed crimson, lips parted in a silent O, ponytail unraveling into sweaty tendrils. *Look at me, fucking a pillow like a slut.* The thought fueled her, hips snapping sharper now, pussy lips parting around the hump's ridge, inner walls clenching rhythmically on nothing. The room filled with slick schicks—her juices lubing the fabric, each grind wetter, louder. One hand snaked up to pinch a nipple, twisting hard enough to sting, the pain sharpening the coil in her belly.

Camilla swore a little loudly, causing two of David's family to glance at her. "Can you slow down a bit, no? Want to make a scene here?" Mr Adam nudged the girl's arm. He knew Camilla must be really upset because of David's harassment and attempted rape a few days ago, but he saluted Camilla's mentality to still be able to mention the Devil's name. "It's a good thing that bastard didn't come today," Camilla continued now more slowly and in a whisper. "If he had come?" said Mr Adam. "I would have kicked his face off," determined the girl.

This was how I operated, no matter the situation I always put food first just like now “I know… He's a total jerk, but Charlie told me it's not a sexual thingy…after 10pm I can do whatever I want”this was what I liked about the deal with David, I didn't have to carry any emotions, but I was free to do as I wanted as long as didn't go in public with any man

She came with a muffled scream, squirting a little onto the sheets, body convulsing as she kept fucking herself through it. She collapsed, panting, pulling the dripping dildo out and sucking it clean for the camera. “Thank you for watching Mommy cum. Tip if you want more. Next time… maybe I’ll show you how I taste after a real fucking.” She ended the recording, uploaded it with the caption: “ASlimySlut’s sloppy afternoon stretch 💦 Who wants to breed this divorced pussy?”, and leaned back, flushed and satisfied.

"I've transferred fifteen million dollars to your account. That’s more than enough for someone like you. It's certainly enough to ensure you never have to go back to cleaning houses for a living." Someone like you. His words burned like acid in my chest. To him, I wasn't a partner. I wasn't a human being with feelings. I was just the charity-case maid who had overstepped her boundaries. "I don't... I don't want your money," I choked out, shaking my head as hot tears finally spilled over my lashes. Damian let out a harsh, mocking scoff at me. "Please. Everyone wants my money. That is exactly why you manipulated my grandfather in his final years, isn't it? Don’t bother denying it, you greedy g

I later realized it was a wrong move because now I could inhale his minty breath. My gosh! I pushed him away immediately when I realized that since I can smell his breath, he can definitely smell mine, and I haven't brushed my teeth since yesterday. D*rn! This is so embarrassing. But the j*rk seemed to find my situation funny. His shoulders were shaking, trying to repress his mirth. “What is so funny?” I asked in a voice tinged with irritation, but very carefully, I turned my head to the side. “You.” He replied promptly. “You are funny, Veronica.”

Charlie who was filled with guilt that he accepted Ivote and Grey’s orders and even thought of betraying his kind master swallowed his shame and calls to Damian. “Master!” Charlie shouted while running to Damian who turns to look at Charlie. Days passed and Damian is currently with Amelia on a little date outside of their home. Damian watches Amelia as she picks out baby clothes for their soon to be born child. They had both recently found out that the gender of their child was a boy and so, Damian offered to take Amelia on a little shopping so she could pick out clothes for their child. The public had now forgotten about the recent scandal because a certain famous celebrity was found in her

Charlie replied to my unsaid question looking at me warily. "What a very amazing pack this is," I said sarcastically. "Well, she's all yours. This is where you belong," he threw a smirk in my direction and I rolled my eyes at him "show her around and make her feel at home." Jack beamed shaking her ass once again. "Make sure you stop by again." Charlie said biting her index finger and I started at her in disgust. "Follow me." She instructed leading the way and swaying her hips from side to side shaking her ass, her butt was jiggling so much I was concerned if it would fall off, I wonder how many men have fucked and touched her.

Echo excitedly asked. “Oh I would love to but I have to work. We have a big project we are working on right now. Can I get a rain check?” I answered. “You work at the packhouse right?” Amara finally spoke. I nodded my head. “That must be so interesting. So what kind of big important project are you working on?” “Well I-” I began but Amara instantly cut me off. “Aren't you the maid? Are you doing a big laundry project or is it a mopping project?” She snickered clearly thinking she was being funny.