Denki Hot Novels & Stories

I need to sink balls deep in her hot pussy. She rests her fork on the side of her plate and stands. The guys look over when I stand and follow her. "If she fucks as good as she cooks, you're a smart man," AJ calls out. I flip the guys the finger and follow my hot Latina. I enter the bedroom a few feet behind her and grab her hips bringing her against my body. "Stop right there," I say into her hair. "You sure are bossy." She moans when I bite her collarbone.

READY TO DRAIN BALLS 🍑💦 Keisha's Pov "Fuck! I'm so fucking horny I could ride a doorknob right now." Mira moaned in a breathy voice from the king sized bed. I turned and looked at her, letting out a chuckle. My best friend, Mira, was sprawled out, lean thighs spread wide, her tiny pink thong pushed to side so her waxed pussy was on full display. She had sure been tampering with her pussy, which looked swollen and gushing.

My mind flashed back to earlier— The way he pulled me close. The way he kissed me. The way everything between us felt like it was building into something neither of us could stop. I swallowed. My gaze instinctively moved toward the door. Locked. My heart skipped. “You locked it?” Lucien followed my gaze, then looked back at me. “This is my company,” he said calmly. “No one comes in without my permission.” That didn’t calm me. If anything, it made everything feel more intense. More private. More dangerous. “Someone might—”

She asked. “Take off your undies, Ki. I want you to touch yourself and call my name while you're at it.” Dante ordered her, feeling for his aching cock, and his greedy eyes traced the lines of her frame.

He jerked his chin toward the far corner of the room. I followed his gaze to Daisy who was taking selfies with two friends, dress slit high enough to show her ass. “Isn’t she gorgeous?” Chuck asked, his tone dripping with admiration. If ‘gorgeous’ meant caked-on makeup and legs on display for half the city, then sure. “She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman,” he continued, eyes locked on her. “Pretty. Hot. Fucks better than Mia Khalifa. A great cook too. She’s just… perfect.”

Sakura responded almost instantly, as if she’d been waiting for the conversation. “Yes! The cold’s really setting in. Heri-san, you will be coming to Tokyo, right? Don’t forget to dress warmly! Does Jakarta have UNIQLO store? Their Heattech stuff really helps! If not, I can help you buy some here—it’ll be useful for your work too!” Heri let out a small laugh—touched by the thoughtfulness. “We have UNIQLO here too, haha. I’ve got Heattech and their windproof jackets. Don’t worry, I’ll wear them.”

See you later. As Derrick headed downstairs, he noticed Veronica cooking in nothing but a large T-shirt and a black thong. Her ass was so perfectly round that Derrick just wanted to go up and bite it. He had to stand still and stare for a moment. She turned around and gave a sweet but sexy smile. “What are you staring at, honey?” Derrick was at a loss for words. Could he even tell his girlfriend’s step mom how fucking sexy she is? She knew. Of course she knew. “Um uh um bye, Veronica,” Derrick stuttered as he left. Veronica was intrigued.

Dax The kickass look in her eyes makes my dick hard. The burn of desire is gone and now she burns with hatred. And all that hatred centers on me. I know exactly where she gets her temper. Fox was like that too. Hot and cold. Warm never worked into the equation for him. I guess I’m convinced she’s who she says she is. Why the hell would a Hispanic woman show up at this club? There’s not exactly a welcome mat out front for anyone with dark skin. Claiming to be his daughter is too crazy not to be true.

That girl agreed to meet again! James: ‘God she was hot! Wish I could have her. Screw her hard and fast!’ Nico: ‘FUCK OFF! Don’t talk about her like that.‘ Wow! Ok! None of my business. It’s a hookup. Fuck! It’s none of my business. I called the number. While the phone rings, my mind runs around with newfound information. James: ‘God she was hot! Wish I could have her. Screw her hard and fast!’ Jerk!

"What the hell is going on with you, girl? I think you aren't quite as over Matt Vorchak as you'd like us all to believe." "What?" She blinked. "No, I'm - " She flopped back on the lounger. "I am so messed up, Dara." "No kidding. You need to chill, honey. Inhale the lavender. When they bring in the wine take a good slug." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." She sighed again. "This is so just nutso." "It's - " Dara's eyes flicked to the television. "Oh, hey. Here's the sports news. I wonder if there'll be anything about Matt and what he'll be doing."