Dallas Roberts Insatiable Novels & Stories

, 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.

Jane's pulse thundered in her ears as she stared at the cock bobbing before her, thick veins pulsing along its impossible length easily twelve inches, black as midnight, the head a flared plum swelling wider than her wrist. It belonged to Darius, the towering stranger she'd matched with on that anonymous app, his dark skin gleaming under the motel room's cheap lamp, muscles rippling as he stroked it lazily. *Holy fuck, that's the biggest, longest monster I've ever seen,* she thought, mouth watering despite the knot of intimidation twisting her gut. Her pussy clenched emptily, already soaked through her panties from the buildup, the teasing photos, the sexts promising to wreck her. Worth ever

“I was at your party here, where you paraded Shefali around for the first time. Anna had asked me to come, said she needed photos. She didn’t tell me what at first. Later, I learned she had drugged Shefali. Wanted scandalous videos, indecent images of Shef. But when she saw Shefali’s pictures in my camera, she lost it. Furious. She doubted me, demanded to know how I knew her. Then she made her offer — fifty million dollars. Fifty million, Damon. To track Shefali, photograph her, twist every move, every candid into filth. To turn Shefali's life into scandal. I did it. Until you caught me.” His words dripped with cruelty, each detail designed to cut deeper. Damon’s fists clenched, his jaw lock

He paused long enough to drink the fresh coffee she'd prepared and take a bite out of the mountain of toast on a separate plate. He was tense, his big body taut as he ate. Dayton Alexander was a wild animal, full of rage and hate, in a world of agony because he was quite literally at the mercy of and reliant on the one person in the world that he detested most. It was simply heartbreaking to watch him.

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.

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.

"So no. Nothing about this is simple anymore." Isabella's breath hitched. "Dante…." "And I think you like me too. Not the Don. Not the billionaire. Not the man who can solve your problems. Me. The insomniac with nightmares who watches you when you're not looking." "You watch me when I'm not looking?" "Constantly." He said it without shame. "You fascinate me. Every expression that crosses your face, every little gesture. I want to understand all of it." "That's intense."

A video played—grainy, taken by a security camera in a distant city. A woman, dressed in black, walked through a crowded marketplace. She didn’t rush. Didn’t hide. Didn’t even pretend to blend in. She moved like someone who feared nothing. Her eyes, hidden behind dark glasses, never lowered. People parted around her instinctively—like animals sensing a predator. Lena whispered, “Is that her?” Cassandra nodded. “Sable recorded two days ago. She’s not running anymore. She’s hunting.” Alexander took a slow breath. His voice was deadly calm.

Dr Samuel baritone was murderous while his eyes had an icy cold look. “ Sh..She is my wife”, Robert struggled hard to get out of Dr Samuel’s grip but could not manage. “ Was”, Dr Samuel spat. “ Oh so Sarah you have another one wrapped around your fat finger.. I clearly underestimated you”, Robert sneered at Sarah before facing Dr Sam. “In case you’re eager to taste my leftover and discarded item, let me inform you our divorce is not yet signed by the judge so legally she is still my wife. But yes let me get you in a secret for the future – she might be an ugly Koala bear to look at, but she is amazing in bed. Tie her up, handcuff her, whip her, cut her, fuck her from behind or hanging from a

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.