El Arte De Coquetear Novels & Stories

Marcus smiled at me then Coco, “Daylen here needs some company. Someone broke his heart.” “Aww, how sweet.” She leaned close and grabbed the front of my shirt. “I’ll fix that right up.” She winked. Marcus laughed and I growled at him. “Don’t be difficult. Coco’s going to help you get your mind off Artemis, of course if you’re not in love with her.” I didn’t need to prove to him anything, but what could I do Coco was there waist and flashing her giant breasts at me. My dick hardened, but I didn’t have desire coursing through my veins. Still I stood. She kissed my cheek, leaving a red lipstick stain on it.

Jake asked. Cole chuckled softly, the sound low and confident. “Simple. I make her fall for me first. Then I get her into bed.” “And?” they chorused,as if waiting for a very important message. “And I record it.” He replied,and I could picture the triumphant smile on his face.The guys exploded into laughter while my fingers tightened around the textbook so hard the edges dug into my skin. Heat rushed to my face,not embarrassment and definitely not humiliation. A tiny shiver ran down my spine at the thought of Cole wanting me at all.

⊱♥⊱╮ღ ALONE WITH ANOTHER LION ღ╭⊱♥≺ ★✎✎★~KOFI'S POV~★✐✐★ Art is topless right now, and he is approaching me. I'm moving back as I watch his narrow stare is very alluring.

Something that would potentially ruin her flawless reputation. If there is one thing that he aches to do, that is to subdue the reckless and carefree Cleo Colette who can’t seem to stay still and let him manipulate her. She was always winning in arguments, business, people, and just everything. Being one of the most sought after bachelors amongst his billionaire peers, Arsin Guilerme was at loss being ignored by a mere woman.

Once Cooper found out about it, he made an effort to buy it for her regularly. She was very touched by the gesture. It was a sign of Cooper's devotion toward her. It was only after Cooper claimed her that she realized she had been tricked. This was Cooper’s default courting method. He had given the same pastry to Josephine and Rhea… He would always exaggerate how much effort he put into getting the pastry for them. All along, it was just another tool for him to win over these girls. It did not mean anything beyond that for him.

But she held it—perfectly suspended, like time had stopped just for her. Then the lyrics dropped. The song was obscene in the most poetic way—two lovers locked in mutual worship, eating each other out, confessing obsession between breathless móans. The raw hunger in the lyrics lined up with the rhythm of her movement so precisely, it felt choreographed by lust itself. Cole chuckled under his breath and stood up, stepping toward her like a man walking into temptation on purpose. He wasn’t going to just sit and watch. He was going to play along. He ran his hands along the contours of her legs, smirking as he admired the tension in her muscles. “How long can you hold that?” he asked, fingers te

“T-this is how you’re going to help me?” “Nuh-uh,” I said, pocketing her soaked lace and unzipping myself. “I always wanted to try cockwarming a pretty Princess. Now’s the perfect time to try it.” She looked over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed. “What’s that?” Her voice was barely audible. I smirked, tucking the hem of her skirt over her waist and playing with her sensitive clit. She arched her back, closing her legs. “You don’t know what cockwarming is, pretty girl?” I purred in her ear, teasing her more.

I teased, hoping that would get him to drop the topic, but that seemed to be a mistake. Cole's face lit up with a mischievous grin, a sly smirk spreading across his face. "Is that your kink, hmm?" He stood up from the bed and closed the distance between us in two swift strides, pinning me against the wall as he grasped my waist. "You wanna call me daddy while choking on my cock?" I felt my cock throb with excitement, and a surge of self-awareness hit me - maybe I didn't love myself, or maybe I was a sex addict, because I shouldn't be turned on after what happened with Renato.

"It's like a weird good luck charm. He'd probably trip over his own feet if he didn't do it." We painted a picture of Cole with our words, a collage of small, human details that felt more real than any story about a distant, elite heir. We told her about his secret sweet tooth, his terrible singing in the shower, and how the corners of his eyes would crinkle when he tried not to laugh at my dad's awful puns. "So trust us, Lady Merilyn. If you’re with him, looking at the flowers together, then that means something. Cole doesn’t waste effort unless it matters."

he teased, his laughter echoing through the park. I glared at him, my own mischievous plan forming in my mind. Light bulb moment. In one swift motion, I lifted my ice cream and smeared a dollop across his cheek. He froze, blinking in surprise. “Hahahahaha!” I laughed so hard, clutching my stomach. His face—so stunned, so childlike—was priceless. “That’s what you wanted, huh?” he asked, his lips twitching with amusement. Then, in one smooth movement, he cupped my face… and smeared ice cream all over mine.