Dallas Roberts Insatiable Novels & Stories

She batted her eyelashes and I was led into a state of confusion amidst anger. "Hey baby." One of the men came towards my Eve and patted her shoulder. "I can fill you with the total satisfaction you want if you come to me. I can be all yours, right women?" He looked at the women and they blushed. "I have a high status in this company too and you can get all the wealth and savor that you want from me. I'm damn hot, baby." The moron made all the screws loose in my brain and I could feel my blood boil from my head to my toes

I was laying on his chest while he was caressing my hair; both of our eyes were stilled on the ceiling until someone called him. He seems frustrated while on call. He went outside the room so I wouldn't hear what was the call all about. My brows crossed. Part of me wanted to listen to the conversation but I just sat and waited 'till he went back to his room, beside me in the bed. "What was that?" My brows furrowed. "Fuck, Ross!" He hissed as he rested his back on the headboard. "What's going on? Who's Ross?" He looked at me with worried eyes. "One of the owners. Fuck. I'm sorry, Snow. He approved the membership application of Clayton here in Ecstasy Land."

Carolina rode him roughly as I lovingly rimmed her a*s. She returned the favor when Callum drilled me into the bed, my legs on Callum's shoulders as she crawled beneath us. I had never been prouder as I was that night with Callum, admiring the stud he had become. With my help, he had discovered that so many problems in his life could be solved by using his d*ck, and boy, he had gotten good at that. His d*ck would be the pen that would sign off on these big business deals, making them official, and instead of signing off on these deals with ink, they would be signed off with his hot, thick c*m. He was magnificent as he pleasured us both, filling all of our holes with his fat, married d*ck. An

“I’m going to head into the trees for a run.” “Don’t shift after you just ate. Give yourself some time to digest.” Dallas pointed his fork with a piece of steak on it. “Yes, mother.” I reached out and bit off the piece of steak he pointed at me. He squeaked and growled, making both Reese and I laugh. Dallas was enormous. He stood a head taller than anyone in the pack, even me. Reese, who was smaller and faster, was half of Dallas’ width. The wolf was the barn door. However menacing his figure came off, it was never his personality.

Vance smiled, rubbing his palms together with pure excitement. Right at that moment, the heavy red curtain next to Vance slid open. Three black, heavily muscular men stepped out into the VIP booth. My breath caught. They were absolutely giant, their dark skin glistening under the neon lights like they had been completely lathered in rich body oil. They were incredibly hot. Looking at them, a sudden, wild desire to make the Knox brothers regret their actions rushed through my veins. I looked the dancers up and down. "What is the size of your cocks?" I asked, my voice smooth and daring.

Daisy asked again, desperate to actually know the problem. "Brett Lexington is a narcissistic sociopath," he went on as if Daisy hadn’t spoken. "He uses his wealth to seduce women, then despise them for being shallow enough to find his wealth attractive. He uses sex to control, and you never know what sort of mood you’ll find him in. That’s part of the high. You psych yourself up for a surge of relief when he’s at his best and when he's not,....." "You don’t know him," Daisy said smoothly, refusing to take the bait. "And neither does your sister."

“Like me?” I growl. “Don’t flatter yourself, Dallas. I was obviously not speaking about you.” “Are you saying you’re not attracted to me?” “Yes.” “Then explain why you were so wet when I touched you earlier.” Our eyes meet, and I pause. I thought we were going to forget that incident ever happened. But it seems I was wrong, and I shudder in my seat. Dallas is a dangerous man. Bad for my heart and maybe even worse for my pussy. She likes the Adonis on my couch a little too much and is greedily telling me to try and get him naked, which won’t happen. Not today. Not ever.

James. Chloe and Dwayne walked into my office after Paul and I had finished discussing, and I noticed Dwayne was exhausted, but my sister had no mark on her neck. "That was sick," Dwayne said to me, and I could not smile because that would be insensitive to do after having a sensitive discussion with Paul. "What was sick?" Paul asked him with a half smile. "The bastard wouldn't do what we requested, so James came up with the bright idea of skinning his third leg with silver," he said, and Paul widened his eyes and looked at me.

, she implied, but I couldn't answer her, the muteness cast over me shocked almost. "Listen I'm all for testing boundaries but with Dallas it's all or nothing and he always goes for all, you may think you're falling in love with him, but trust me everyone feels that way",she warned me of the worst to come. And that was me dating Dallas, he was simply untouchable and I was dramatically in love with him. How could she not see this? I hate Dallas Grant, he's obnoxious, rude, and now he won't stop rumors, a simple 'no we didn't sleep together' would suffice.

She reached for her trousers and pulled them away, standing stark naked. Drystan looked for a second at her body tearing his eyes away before he got into any more trouble. Her soft oval ass was calling his name and the black g-sting that sank into the whole of her ass was going to freaking be the death of him if he didn't braid himself. His cock was a hungry needy bastard poking through his brief, and she—Rosealba was just the hungry needy antidote that he needs.