Dumping Ex And Spoiled By Heartthrobs Novels & Stories

“Take it ALL, you filthy cumdump!” I collapsed in a sobbing, twitching heap, his seed gushing out in creamy rivers. But the fire raged on—I spun, dropping to my knees in the puddle of our mess, looking up with mascara-streaked, tear-filled eyes. “M-more, Alex? Sniffle—let me worship it? Clean your cock with my throat—fuck my face till I choke and puke! I’m your greedy, crying cum-guzzler—use me again!”

“Crap. My cat sitter locked herself out again. I gotta dip for like twenty, but don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” “Does that list even exist?” I ask, deadpan. She blows me a kiss and disappears into the crowd. Suddenly, it’s just me and Axton, and the air between us shifts. Thickens. “You live nearby?” he asks, voice low. I nod, but then shake my head. “Yeah, but I can’t go home. Not yet.” “Ex?” I sigh, tipping back the last of my drink. “Yeah. I caught him auditioning for amateur p**n in my bed this morning.”

“Not emotional girl poetry captions!” Harper snatched her phone back. “It’s fine. No one even reads them—” New DM from @jaxonbrooks Her soul left her body. “No way,” Mia whispered, eyes wide. “Don’t open it. Don’t. He has a girlfriend. He is a walking, cheating, girlfriend-having danger zone.” Harper's thumb hovered. But her heart was already pounding. She opened it. jaxonbrooks: that drawing hit too hard you always make stuff feel real

On the third morning, Alex burst into the living room clutching a thick stack of files, dark circles under his eyes. I couldn't wait to flip them open.

Ellie's P.O.V. “Is there someone at Walton Lux you're trying to avoid, Ellie? A person from your past with bad intentions?” Even after leaving White Mansion, Zack’s question refused to leave my mind. As the driver steered the car through the afternoon traffic, I stared out the window without really seeing anything. Jared… Could he really become one of those people? After spending an entire morning reading horrifying reports about obsessed ex-fiancés, stalkers, acid attacks, and murderers, my imagination had become far too active.

“You’re impossible.” XXX

She looked like she wanted to say something but held back. “What is it?” She handed me her phone. A video of what happened that night at the club was trending on social media. In the video, I looked pathetic. I appeared to be begging for money without an ounce of dignity. I rejected Blake’s so-called kindness, only to end up drenched in alcohol. My face was clearly visible right under the headline: [Gold-Digging Ex of a Medical Genius Comes Crawling Back for Money After Dumping Him When He Was Sick] The video had gone viral. It had received over a million likes.

Daniel looked at her greasy hands that had held various pastries previously as they left greasy and disgusting marks on his neatly ironed suit. A wave of nausea swept over him, especially when he saw dandruff crusted under her broken nails. It made him sick. Picking up the coffee he was drinking, he took a swig of it and forced down the bile churning in his stomach. Then, he took out a business card from his briefcase. The words 'XXX Films' were written on it.

Chapter 3: Confession Booth Gangbang The faint crackle of the emergency radio died under another violent roll of thunder, but the rescue signal had already planted a seed of urgency in the candlelit sanctuary. Elias lay sprawled across the communion table, chest heaving, cum still leaking slowly from his freshly fucked hole onto the polished wood. Marcus leaned over him, pressing soft, lingering kisses to his sweat-damp forehead, his large hands stroking Elias’s sides with a tenderness that felt dangerously close to love.