Daniel Seavey Smut Novels & Stories

Her lips formed a Shameless smile. Daniel shut his eyes, pulling at the shame growing in his head and pushing it into the burning churning in his belly, the orgasmic high coursing through his skull. This was not the time to be thinking about his wife—not when he was deep inside his secretary, requiring a high he could not comprehend.

Aubrianne cried out 'Yes, Daniel, Yes, Oh, AHHHHHHHHH, oh goodness," and Daniel groaned and moaned and hissed and made all sorts of noises as her pvssy squeezed the life out of him. Daniel shut his eyes again as he tried with everything in him to ride this immense pleasure out. He did not want to c*m so quickly. Sweat slid down his face as he reached for his discarded jersey, not daring to slip out, and wiped his face. 'What the f*ck was that?' Aubrianne thought. Daniel's length had hit a particular place that shot through her body. Causing her to experience heights of ecstasy. After settling himself, confident he could continue, the first thought that came to Daniel's mind as he hovered ove

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.

“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

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

Including taking advantage of this spoiled and cheap woman. She may not be smart, but he can drive her to find out more information about Aria Grissham. "I'm sorry darling..." Daniel kept smiling and patiently walked towards her. He stroked her beautiful face with her faded makeup. He lifted her chin and saw the marks of his fingers curling around her long neck. He likes rough play. He enjoyed it that way. And this slut didn't protest at all.

Tara and Jim are meeting us there. “What you’re doing?” Daniel smiles, dropping his bag next to the island. “Coffee and N*****x” I laugh, looking up at him. Of course he is shirtless. He leans against the island across from me. Beads of sweat are scattered across his forehead. “Enjoying the view?” He smirks, catching me ogling him. What is up with all the smirking today? “I sure am” He grins as I walk to the fridge, grabbing my creamer. “Daniel” I shriek, embarrassed.

Beside me, Alva’s brows arch and quiver ever so slightly and there’s an edge to her voice as she replies, her eyes focused viciously on her oblivious husband, “They’re all lovely when they’re securing their future income.” “Entirely,” Daniel agrees, clearly without having heard a single word his wife’s said. “Come along, Hammond, old boy. We’ll be retiring to the salon for cards, ladies.” Pulling a pack of cigarettes from the inside of his dinner jacket, he taps two out and hands one to Sam. My blood boils, watching as Sam puts it to his lips and with a sidelong glance my direction, cups his hands about Daniel’s lighter’s flame and inhales, blowing the smoke away from the table. “Sam. The do

Taking the seizure, he started cutting the rope with which he was tied while saying, "You dared to put your disgusting eyes on my woman... on the girls." He said calmly and cut the rope. "You dared to hit them with your disgusting hands." Another cut. "You dared to touch Her with your disgusting body." Another cut. "You dared to drugged her to....rape Her." Another cut. Those cuts were going to resemble the body parts of that fucker. Cutting every barrier to release him, Daniel threw the seizure away and looked into his eyes. Holding his neck tightly He spat,