Chris Sturniolo Hot Novels & Stories

Nicoles POV; It's been about three days I've spent in this new school. I've made friends. At least, the one I like the most is Johan, she's small, super cute, and very friendly. She helped me open up, and has been filling me in on how dubious the boys in our class are. She's a character. Also a bomb. We are both in art class as she makes the most boring subjects fun. She has a superpower of making teachers answer questions and tell stories, instead of giving notes, till their time is up.

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras

That night of dancing, booze… and hot sex. With him. Christian Gallo. Our Studio Head. The same man who had fucked me to the heavens last night.

Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly need this . May be I will finally be able to grow some balls against his abuses” “Joel doesn’t teach that”. Cuts in the hoarse voice which seemed familiar. Her face still fixated to the book in her hand, making a peripheral vision, she glanced surreptitiously as in out of the corner of her eyes to see the person who spoke to her. “Joel Osteen is a wonderful writer and you can also look at me direct” he said making mockery of her indirect glances. “ I am not afraid to look at you" she blurted still keeping her head downturned.

Steve yelled, the only reason crownd haven’t fill the place was because Steve rented their table and the ones next to theirs. “I don’t even know how you manage to come here, because this place is mine for today” Steve glare at him. “Bring it on, I am always ready for you, I am not a coward that find joy in beating a woman, if you feel like beating people up, come to me, let fight man to man, I am always ready” he dip his hand in his pant trouser and brought out his phone, he scroll to his dial numbers and click on Oliver number.

Chris strode into his modern apartment, a satisfied smirk playing on his chiseled face. The day had been long, but the night was just beginning. As an attractive, fit 34-year-old with piercing blue eyes and an impressive package, Chris knew how to make the most of his free time. And tonight, he had plans with Joko, a tall, skinny twink with a penchant for big cocks and even bigger balls.

She works me without mercy, her knuckles rubbing against my sensitive spot. — You're so tight, little one. So hot. Are you going to come like this, standing in the entryway, like the little slut you are? I shake my head but my body says yes. I'm about to explode... — Enough. The voice cracks like thunder. Isadora withdraws her fingers. I stagger. She licks them slowly, savoring. I look up. Kael. At the top of a spiral staircase. Perfect black suit. High cheekbones. Square jaw. And those eyes, pale blue almost white. Ice. Death.