Dixie Damelio Hot Novels & Stories

“ Boss……..if you continue to spread your death threatening vibe in silence like this , I don’t think my little courage can keep up with it any longer . “ said Derrick with a nervous and scared expression . “ Antonio… “ said Damian annoyed . “ Antonio ?….What does this got to do with him ? “ asked Derrick . “ I slept with him yesterday . “ said Damian . “ Ah , I thought it was something more……..Wait !…..Whaaaaaatttt ?!!!!! “ said Derrick with a shocked expression then calmed himself down . “ Wait ! You two slept together ?….No ! I mean…….you just slept……right ? “ said Derrick’s it’s a calm tone . “ We had sex . “ said Damian . Derrick’s smile froze when he heard him . “ No need to be so shock

he whispered roughly, “I wonder how your asshole will feel.” The words sent a dirty thrill through me. I ground back against him, my juices and his cum making everything slick and messy between us. “You wanna give it a try?” I moaned softly, my voice barely a breath. He chuckled darkly, thrusting shallowly. “You’re such a little slut, Alexia.” “What will you use on my asshole?” I replied, trying to sound bitchy even as my walls clenched around him. Damien reached for the cup holder beside him — the ice cream Mom had bought us at the rest stop. Vanilla. Still cold and melty. “This. I’m gonna fill your tight little asshole with my ice cream, sis. Get it all wet and creamy for my cock.”

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One of the girls said. "What do you mean?" "Well beneath all that, you look pretty." Raven analyzed the girls here and she saw that their beauty was out of this world. Why did she even think she had a chance with Damien and that he truly liked her? She would be last on the queue if he wanted to be serious about any of the girls here. "Is Demi pretty? His ex?" Raven asked. "She is a living doll." one of the girls replied. Raven nodded, wow even the ex was such a huge competition. Raven nodded, "Thanks for letting me know about this."

I could not leave them in the cold with nothing to keep them warm. After looking around, I found a few dry branches and then lit a small fire in front of the tree that they were resting beside. “You will have to adjust with this now, too much light can lead them to us.” The General nodded as he moved closer to the fire. I removed the saddle off Trixie and ran my hand along her mane. “Just a little longer, okay?” She shook her head as if she understood and then stepped closer to the fire.

Controlled. “Alpha,” she said softly, her voice as smooth as silk. “I didn’t expect company. I apologize, I would not be able to greet you the way that I would supposed to be.” Damon cleared his throat, turning toward me. His shoulders eased slightly as our eyes met, but I still caught it, that flicker of hesitation in his gaze. The flicker of pain, of trying to hide a secret.” “Sienna,” he said, voice lower now. “This is Delilah. She was the one we found in the woods. She woke up a while ago, I figured to come and check on her myself, considering the fact that I'm the one who found her.”

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

His sleeves rolled up to reveal his own set of tattoos, the same as Jayce. I hope she is still fairing well after I last checked on her... The door opened as Damion stepped in with his own boxes of pizza for the men. "I got the hookup." He placed the boxes on the table. "Didn't seem fair that the girls had all the good stuff." "I hope Willow is having fun." Dante said as he placed his glass on the small side table beside him. "She takes some time to get adjusted to new people." "Willow is the Witch, correct?" Damion asked as he opened up each box to reveal the steaming, cheesy goodness within. "She looks really young."

The hostess pointed behind her without looking up from the seating chart she was marking. Anya took another calming breath. "I'm sorry, but do you also have a phone book I could borrow?" The hostess gave her an impatient look as she dragged a telephone book out from a shelf in the stand and shoved it at her. Please let there not be a hundred people with his name. But luck was with her. There was only one Augustus D'Amato listed. With shaking fingers she slipped the coin in the slot and dialed the number.

“Yeah, but not-“ He cut me off with a laugh making me pout. “I am okay, babe. Nothing a cold shower can’t handle.” “You know I am more than willing to shower with you, right,” I said in a seductive tone as I bit my lower lip. He stared at me with so much lust in his eyes that made my flesh tremble in anticipation. “Soon, love. Soon.” He stole a quick peak on my lips before exiting the car. I glared at his retreating back, a cruel smile on my lips. “Wrong move, Vincenzo Romano.” •••