Devon Kessler Nudes Novels & Stories

I left Jun a long voice message detailing what happened in the car like I promised her, before I went through the pictures me and mom took by the pool and as I swiped through, I somehow landed on the downloaded picture Jun had sent me of the Devil, with the caption, "I can't believe you get to see all- of - This EVERYDAY!!!! Followed by a long train of fire emojies and bouncing heart- eyes. I will not deny, he looked incredible in the picture, he always keeps such a straight face, such a taut stance and he does not even need to smile or raise a brow to be picture perfect and convey more dominance and sexiness than any model I have seen. He is so perfect it is inexplicable, he looks like a Lo

Devon answered. Devon looked more Mediterranean in appearance. At close to six feet tall, he was broad shouldered, obviously strong, and just as obviously intelligent. You would estimate his age at about forty, although he had no wrinkles or gray hairs yet, he had an air of competent maturity about him. His every motion seemed entirely too practiced, yet somehow perfect for him. "Devon, I'm not sure I understand, the facility you propose could be created, small at first, create the reputation of excellence in submissive training, and then train additional people given to the facility by clients for high fees?" Doctor Jenkins asked.

CHAPTER FIVE Desire~ JASMINE VALE I think the whole house heard my screams last night. They must have. It was loud, filthy, and everything sinful. I didn't know one could cum from just spanking until I met him. Dormani Nostra was everything dark and evil. His signature smile made me want to gut him whenever he was near.

Within minutes, the room had quieted, now holding only three people: Denis, Simon, and Liam. Denis turned his chair, settling in the leather seat at the far corner of the room. With a flick of his lighter, he lit another cigarette and leaned back, exhaling a slow, calculated stream of smoke. “Put up the screen. Let’s see the history on the girl,” he said, fingers lightly tapping the armrest. “We’ve gathered all the details we could,” Simon nodded toward Liam, who took the cue. The screen at the end of the room flickered to life. The lights dimmed slightly, drawing all eyes to the projection. The first image was simple—yet deeply telling.

Chapter 07 KIARA I was still sore when I walked into the kitchen. Devon stood shirtless by the stove, flipping pancakes like he hadn’t just fucked me into another dimension. The muscles in his back moved with every stir, tattoos flexing, hair messy, and just… ugh. “pancakes?,” he said, not even turning. “I’m limping,” I replied flatly, dragging my feet to the counter. He smirked, glancing over his shoulder. “You’re the one bouncing so well on my dick.”

he plants a kiss on my lips sending a buzz all over my body tonight is going to be fun I can't wait. Alison drags us inside ordering shots immediately while Trevor Jackson good enough is blasting the speakers "I want to dance "I take Devon's hands leading him to the dancefloor "you look yummy tonight "I tell him he brings his hands down my body cupping my ass "me you look amazing you coming home with me right ?" Of course"we dance while downing another round of tequila hours later I am so horny I just can't wait I convince Devon to drive to an empty parking lot we move to the back seat where he attacks my mouth. "Take off this shirt I want to touch...."I don't get finish my sentence Devon'

The moans climbed higher, more frantic, and more desperate in a way I'd never once heard from a man who looked like he was always at war with the whole world. I pushed the door. The room was nearly dark with just one lamp throwing amber across half of him, and the half I could see undid me where I stood. Jeremy Kellason. He sat on his couch like a sin no one had taught me to be ashamed of. Completely naked. His head was tipped back against the cushion, the long line of his throat working as his fist moved over his thick, flushed cock leaking at the tip, in hard, furious strokes that were almost punishing, like he was angry at himself.

Vinson snorted softly and said, "I've already agreed to talk with you both about Athena. You don't need to try to flatter me with falsehoods. Devon set the binder on the coffee table and strolled around to examine more of the framed pictures on the walls. His attention was no longer on the beauty that was Dr. Denisa Vinson, but rather on the man standing beside her in most of the pictures. There was something familiar about him that Devon couldn't immediately identify. Aphrodite was examining pictures on the wall adjacent to Devon's and was the first to achieve recognition of the man. "Devon, do you know who this is?" Pointing to the framed pictures that he had just noticed, he replied, "I d

Making out. Zeke was leaning against the counter in nothing but boxers, grinding up against Dev who was pinned between Dev and the counter. One leg twined around Dev's, they other hiked up on his hip as they rocked. Dev was dressed in scrubs. They didn't eve turn to look at me, didn't seem to notice or care. "Zeke, I have ---" "Let me get my fucking fill first. They can wait." Dev gasped, groaning as Zeke dropped his head to his neck.

I, however, dismissed this, and we all continued to have a cool evening at the beach shack dinner joint. Ken is a twenty-five-year-old white male, tallish and pale, with cropped curly sandy hair. His eyes are blue as planet earth viewed from space, and he is devilishly naughty when he smiles. He loves to kitesurf, dive, adventure, gym and is a sculpted, handsome man. He is big and a beast of sorts. Not my type, at all. He sleeps with whomever, whenever and is known to claim he can have whomever he wants. Recently, he left a beautiful and talented graphic designer whom he swears was the one, as her mother was a right pain in the ass. We are classmates, and from the moment he touched me as the