Diaper Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Kaiden crazily and loudly screeched at Di, his furious gaze showing that he was so close to completely losing it. But then, Diwa realized that the detestable lunatic was also coming unhinged because the truth had now started to dawn on him. And she had every intention of pushing this fact to him until he finally got it, despite the possible repercussions of her decision… “I did not ask you to keep yourself for me, you SICKO! Besides, you’re the one who’s dirty and unclean for forcing me to do those hateful things that I DON’T WANT TO DO! I NEVER WANTED YOU, ALL RIGHT?! GET THAT THROUGH YOUR FUCKING THICK SKULL, YOU DAMN MADMAN!”

I smiled against his mouth and he smiled too. (Arghh, writing this scene has me blushing like a sheep. Omg, I love you Jaylen and Diana! Arghhh, I'm cryingggg. You guys, write a comment and tell me how you feel. I spend hours writing this! I love this book so much)

The way I imagined her body yielding under mine, tight and eager, her pussy clenching around my dick like it was made for me. On so many occasions, I'd mentally fucked her raw against that wall, her moans muffled against my hand, and still, it wasn't enough. Hours later, and my dick twitched at the memory, hardening against my thigh as I paced the living room, a tumbler of scotch in hand. How the hell had it come to this? Diana—my best friend's daughter, for Christ's sake. A young adult with all that fire and grit wrapped in those oversized coveralls that hid everything and teased everything at the same time.

“Dear Dairy, I did something that changed how I feel now. Leo walked in while I was touching myself thinking about his cock from that bathroom day. I was drunk and crying about how much I hate this family. He promised not to tell, then kissed me. His fingers made me come so hard I saw stars. He took care of me when I threw up, saw me naked, washed me. This morning the little touches at breakfast and in the hallway made me feel insane. I suddenly feel so different about him. I hate how much I want more now. I keep fantasizing about his cock in my mouth, stretching my pussy, tying me up and taking control. Rough stuff. BDSM things I’ve only read about. It’s so wrong but I can’t stop. Our paren

Her leg slid over mine, her bare skin and warm thigh brushing against my hip. My dick twitched before my brain even caught up. “Yas?” I whispered. Nothing. I poked her cheek. “Yas.” She grumbled and I couldn’t help but chuckle, she was more of my best friend right now than my lover. “Baby.” I poked her again. She frowned without opening her eyes. “Go away, Dian.” I almost laughed again. “You literally used me as a mattress all night.” “You survived.” “Barely.”

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

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

Correction: attempted to adjust them. Richard got there first and she was too horny to stop him. Why had her father, the Alpha, found a second-chance mate with such a devious son? He’d only been living here a few months and now his long fingers were stroking her intimately, making her blush and quiver at the decadence of it all. There’d been a split second just before she convulsed when Diana had been convinced they were being watched. It turned her on even more and, not for the first time in her nineteen years, she experienced multiple orgasms.

The teacher is explaining something about Lewis structures when I feel someone poke my arm. What does he want now? I decide to ignore him not wanting the teacher to catch us both and give us detention. "Pssstt, Layla.." He says as he keeps poking my arm. I snap my head around and give him a pissed look. "Can you be quiet?" He sticks out his lower lip and pouts at me giving me puppy dog eyes. What is is problem? I stare at him and spin my head back around. He stops bugging me for a few seconds when I feel a piece of paper appear in my hands.

said Rai refused. "This is heavy, isn't it? Let me help," Diana chuckled. "Huh? Heavy? For me this is like cotton," Rai thought but chose to remain silent and then left Diana just like that. "Am I wrong again? Why is that stupid vampire so sensitive?" Diana muttered and ran after Rai who immediately disappeared from his sight. #to be continued in Chapter 22.1 - Rena The Antro's Secretary