Daniel Seavey Smut Novels & Stories

His low-waisted denim jeans show off his v-line that has my pussy and nipples screaming "Hey, didn't see you there," he says switching off the mower. He starts to stride toward me and I bite my lip even his damn walk is sexy. Confident and screaming sex appeal "How could you, Zeus," I say snickering behind my glass of iced tea. He walks onto the porch and takes a seat in front of me. He grabs a glass and pours some iced tea into it. Removing my shades I place them on the table as well as my iced tea. Fuck as weird as it is I love the way Daniel smells after he's been working out or in this case mowing the lawn. He smells like a man. A hot sexy pussy throb making manly man

It was beautiful, it was perfect, it was the product of our unusual lust. Panting, voice hoarse, I could barely hold myself up over the table anymore as Daniel kept his cock buried inside of me. "You're mine, now, Olivia. You'll always be my personal slut." He let out a deep breath, tragically withdrawing his cock from me. I felt his seed start to leak out and go down my leg. It was such a sweet yet somber feeling, a reminder that my body was nothing more than a depository for his cock. It felt so sinful, so wrong to think of myself like that, while also feeling sexy to do so at the same time.

They stoked the urge for another Baguio sex-filled night with her pressed between both men under a blanket of soft sunshine. Daniel bent at the waist, took two handfuls of her ass, and lifted, giving her no other choice but to wrap her arms and legs around him. Not a wince or groan of pain signaled he was in pain—no sign of injury. Not Daniel, nothing ever fazed him. He was as rough and hard as that mountain he’d been on, but she saw the tender insides. Pine and fresh spring-scented soap clung to them both, and she drew the calming, familiar smell in until her lungs nearly exploded.

She whispered but Ashley's ears seemed to be working the other way round as she pressed more on the cheeks. "Confess!" "Fine, I will confess." Sammie pushed her away and rubbed her cheeks with a sour expression while Ashley had a victory for having been able to make her speak up. She smirked when Sammie gave her one of her deadliest looks. "Alright, speak up." "I am dating Daniel." Ashley was still smiling and blinking her eyes like a cutie, "Who is Daniel?"

He could see it now, one week later, Jane would come out of her room and she would see how well he was doing with little Timmy and maybe, just maybe she would fall madly and deeply in love with this oh-so-suave CEO…. Wait. What’s that smell? No sooner did the smile start to spread on Daniel’s face, his nose became assaulted with a smell worse than the stench of decay. And all too soon, the air in the living room laced with the toxic smell of Timmy’s poop. It became the chamber of death and Daniel almost threw up on the floor. Fuck. I’m screwed.

“You don’t have to sugarcoat it. I know you think I’m pathetic. Showing up here. Staying in your house like—like some stray.” “Is that what you think?” Daniel’s voice dropped, low and steady. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the island, close enough that Evan could see the faint scars across his knuckles, the gray flecks in his stubble. “Because that’s not what I see.” Evan swallowed hard, his skin prickling with heat despite the storm outside. “Then what do you see?” Daniel held his gaze, unblinking. “A boy who gave too much of himself to someone who didn’t know what to do with it.” His mouth curved, the faintest suggestion of a smile. “And someone I’d rather not watch keep drowni

“Why do you care? You’re my professor. And more than that—you’re my mother’s husband. You have no right to—” “To feel it?” he cut in, voice low, strained. “I know I shouldn’t. God knows I’ve tried to ignore it. But every time I see him near you, every time I see you smile at him…” He dragged a hand through his hair, frustrated. “It makes me want to tear the ground apart.” My throat tightened. Daniel’s hands. His mouth. Memories flashed unbidden — heat, mistakes, the sex I had with him. And yet Sebastian’s words cut sharper because they were forbidden, dangerous.

My eyes lit up as I slipped on gloves and began peeling the shrimp. This time, Daniel was the one looking miserable. His face had drained of color, and he could barely lift his fork, sipping water constantly. Just as I bit into a piece of salmon, a foul stench wafted through the air. I covered my nose and shouted, "What is that smell? Did a sewer explode?"

Daniel felt someone gaze burning hole on the side of his face, very slowly he tilted his face to the side away from the outside view and was met with the honey orbs of the girl he loved to no end. Daniel smirked lightly, leaning back on the grill of the balcony, taking another huge puff out of his blunt, when he saw how disappointed Hazel looked. He never smoked in front of her knowing well how much she disliked it but today he was rubbing in her face that he does not care about her anymore. But only if that was the truth.

"Just a bit of indigestion." Suddenly, he started talking about how he had the best erotica sex in there. How the girl kept feeding him with alcohol, and smokes, how wet she was, how his dick couldn't contain the wetness, and kept slipping out, how he was hitting the right spots from the back, and her moans. My ears were filled up, and I instantly got disgusted. I couldn't understand why he was telling me all of this. The fact that he was even at the club, drinking and smoking, was upsetting to me, and now, his erotic sex! I felt sick to my stomach, and his breath reeked of tobacco, and alcohol, that I had to fight the urge to gag. I just wished he could pass out at this moment, but then, he