Dije Novels & Stories

Her hands slowly moved to the bulge on his jeans, earning a groan from him. “I… need… you.” she managed to say between the kiss, already unbuttoning his jeans. His hesitantly pulled away from the kiss to take his jeans and boxers off. Kimberly rested her weight on her elbows and stared lustfully at the Greek god before her. He was quite huge down there and she loved it.

Sade Trent moved his hips, just a little jerk but enough to send electric shocks radiating through my body. I groaned, arching my back and rotating my hips. I heard him mutter something under his breath. I was sure it was something like fuck, but I couldn’t be sure. “Baby, I am so hard for you.” “I feel that,” I moaned.

“You know, you were sick and everything...” Seema rolled her eyes and ran a hand down her face. “Listen, I’m S-I-K-H, okay? You’re Jewish, Zehra’s a Muslim and I’m Sikh. Get it?” “Oh.” Ivanka looked dumbstruck. “Sorry...” “It’s fine, I get it all the time. Anyways, gotta run see you around!” Seema said and ran off. Zehra’s phone pinged and she rolled her eyes when she saw that it was an email. Who the hell used email these days? But her mood quickly changed when she saw that it was from Alphastar1.

He mentally cursed himself for feeling too weak and vulnerable in front of the young male. Jeyrha chuckled and was about to say something when a loud cry surged. He looked up and saw the Eagle messenger flying toward him. He extended his arm to let the bird stand on it. Nylian moved back, afraid that the dark creature would hurt him. "What is it Eraclius?" Jeyrha asked, his face looking more serious. The Eagle started talking in a language that was foreign to the duke, but Jeyrha seemed to understand it well judging from how he was nodding and listening carefully.

“If I don’t it’ll stick, even with the sear.” “Very well then,” he stated with a sigh. To my surprise, he plucked the dispenser from my hand and sniffed it. He then poured a dollop onto his finger and popped the digit into his mouth. “I’m Eskal, by the way,” I looked at him irrediculously as he continued to grasp my olive oil, which prevented me from being able to sear the steak. “That way you at least know my name if I die of poisoning.” I crossed my arms over my chest. This man was ludicrous to the point of delirium. “Why would I poison anyone? “

I say and he grabs his little dinosaur teddy and snuggles it. "Mama says you are my zia" "What does Zia mean?" I question, I really need to learn Italian. "It means auntie, you are my auntie" He whispers and I give him a soft smile and my heart warms up. I place a kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight Enzo" I whisper turning off his lamp and quietly closing his bedroom door.

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD. Juicy dumped the bundle into the first washer and when her arms were free she covered her face with her hands. 'I AM in a vegetative state. I got hit in the head, I was in a coma and I'm no longer of sound mind and body.' Juicy began to pace. Absently she adjusted her bra. Her left breast felt full and sensitive from Troy's attention. Juicy closed her eyes and covered her breasts with the palms of her hands. But Lordie did he know how to work on some titties, not to mention making her cum like that. What man had ever wanted to kiss her for nearly an hour?

The dial tone sounded only twice before a deep, gruff voice echoed through the phone, “George Stannis. Security and Protection.” “Uh, h-hi. I-I was given your card by m-my boss,” she gulped, voice barely slipping out in a whisper. “And his name is?” “O-oh, sorry. Simon. S-Simon de Angelo.” George let out an irritated sigh. “So, you work at SubTerra and you’re calling me? Shit’s gone bad for you, huh?” Zoe’s cheeks flushed, “You could say that.” “Well, what can I do for you?”

He reached and picked out ome, lifting it in all direction. "That's a DX-448, real demon, all the way from Germany brother, tough to handle, so watch your step." "It's a little to big, I need something light, unnoticeable, you know what I mean" "Come with me, I've got just what you need" Steel said stroking his beard unknowingly removing a wool that had been stuck ever since Tom got there. Tom and and Still walked in the poorly lighted room that smelled of rotten animal, the strong odor of green flakes lingered in air.