Desiree Montoya Fanfix Novels & Stories

[Mia's POV] My name is Mia Monroe, and I’ve been a professional p**n star for six years. At 29 years old, I’m one of the most popular performers in my niche. Fans love my curvy, all-natural body: big, soft 36DD tits that bounce hypnotically when I ride cock, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and a thick, juicy ass that I can clap and twerk on command. I have long dark hair, full lips, and a filthy mouth that knows exactly what to say to make viewers explode. I do mostly hardcore scenes now — rough sex, deepthroat, creampies, anal, and occasional gangbangs. My fans can’t get enough of how loud I moan and how greedily I take dick.

Not like this, at least. They were singing, dancing and jumping here and there. Agnitejas sat on his soft padded throne with his own harem. Those women were really hot. They fed him grapes and got him drunk from their own hands. I was just watching them do it with a... boner!? What the fuck was wrong with me? I had my eyes fixated on one of those women. She was relatively younger than others, maybe around my age. She gave me luscious looks time to time, and I was getting aroused more and more by it. D*cks do not care about the situation, that's what I learned then.

I hate how much I want it—his body crowding mine, his free hand yanking my blouse open, buttons popping while he pinches my nipples hard, twisting them until I arch and whimper. "Look at you, all worked up over our little argument. Bet your pussy's dripping for me right now." Brian says. A moan slips from my lips in reality as I crank the vibrator up, sliding it deep into my cunt. It buzzes against my walls, stretching me just enough, and I rock my hips, fucking myself with it while picturing Brian's fingers replacing it—rough, insistent, curling inside me to hit that spot. This is wrong. He's the jerk who's trying to ruin my career. But the fantasy won't stop. He drops to his knees in my mi

Desiree's POV I want to believe this plan will work. I really do. But I know my mom. She’s a professional shapeshifter, charming you one minute and gutting you with a smile the next. I hate that we’re resorting to her, but Caspian seems so sure of himself, so confident in this ridiculous idea that I’ve reluctantly let him take the lead.

Elaine When I pulled away from our kiss, I quickly looked around to find the source of the camera click. My jaw almost dropped when I saw the large cameras aimed at us, with a person holding a microphone. “We are here at Desire Island, and as you can all see, Louis Montemayor, the heir of Montemayor Company, is having an intense kiss with a woman. Just yesterday, rumors were circulating that he had surprised actress Mariella Althea De Vera, but what is this we’re seeing now?” asked the man holding the mic, moving in front of us.

And like the purest of artists automatically do when inspiration strikes, Alexandra Dupont had slipped right through the crack with another of her inimitable masterstrokes. I snarl and kill the holovid playback with a violent stab, spinning away before the sight of her exultant features filling my windscreen can burn into my retinas yet again. Before the phantom wafts of her sweat-soaked leathers and race exhaust inundate my senses in ways that still leave me...discomfited. "Luca," I bark over my shoulder, "Status update on the simulations." My oldest friend and head engineer straightens in his seat, shooting me an inscrutable look.

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.

Damon Westwood Seeing her so impatient inflates my ego disproportionately. She irresistibly want me. Maybe almost as much as I want her. She trembles with desire. I love seeing her so vulnerable. At first my only desire was to leave her in a state of frustration immeasurable. But I couldn't resist. Especially not when she gives me those little dog eyes. “I want it now please.” Not additional foreplay I'm already on the verge of tearing my hair out. »

There is absolutely nothing wrong with her, she is pretty and…’’ I cut him short, right there, ‘’There is nothing more to her beauty, Alison was far better, she made me feel alive but anytime, I look at Avery, all I can see is a miserable future. ‘’That is harsh, you will have to learn to love her because you have no choice now that the Lycan is involved.’’ Troy stated. ‘’Yeah and good thing that the witch is gone, she was nothing but disaster and chaos, I wondered what you saw in her, maybe, she gave you a love portion or something.’’ Tyler stated in agreement. I was too tired to argue with them over which girl was better. I grabbed my gamepad, so we could continue playing Mortal Kombat.

"And because I like you. You're real. Most people smile and pretend. You don't." I drove home with more questions than answers. Who was Diana really? What was in that envelope? At home I typed Vincent Drake into the search bar. Nothing useful came up. A LinkedIn saying he taught music in New York. A F******k page not updated in three years. My phone buzzed. *Thank you for tonight. For trying. For trusting me enough to sing.* Before I could respond, another text came. *And I know you probably looked me up. It's okay. I would too. But you won't find much online. I'll explain why on Sunday.*