Erin Ashford Sexy Novels & Stories

Surely they are an immortal. "Like I said, the least you know, the better. Aspen called me manipulative? You haven't met Sinful yet. He may not be able to fully read your thoughts, but he will get them out in his own special ways," Asher tells me, looking directly out the window rather than at me. "Is he like you?" I question. Asher casts his gaze over at me fully this time. It's straightforward and slightly irritated. "Like me?"

she replied breathlessly. His hand slid between her thighs. She was already ready for him—hot and wet. He caressed her slowly, in circling motions, watching as her eyelids fluttered. The bond allowed him to feel exactly what she felt—a wave of pleasure building within them both. Livia rolled him onto his back and straddled him. She wanted to look at him—wanted to absorb every flicker of expression on his face. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, taking him deep inside her. Both moaned simultaneously. The connection was almost too much—as if their souls were uniting just as their bodies were.

“Mr. Ashford! The Old Madam has been asking for you in the VIP wing.” Ashford didn’t even glance at him. His eyes stayed on me, amused. “Tell her I was delayed by an aesthetic emergency. Some ugly duckling was creating a scene.” His assistant turned bright red. “I’m so sorry, miss—” “Save it,” I cut in, glaring at Ashford. “I can see why they call you Ashford. You’re full of hot air and ash.” He chuckled, low and lazy, as I shoved past him. His laughter followed me down the corridor like he’d already won whatever game he thought we were playing.

"I need you now, Alpha." Alex pushed Ashly back gently. The sight of Ashly like this knocked the breath from Alex's lungs. Ashly was beautiful. Her milky skin dampened with sweat; her boobs rose and fell with fast breaths; her pink nibbles perked against the cool air. Her long legs parted for Alex, knees bent, quivering thighs, and dripping slick exposed her leaking hole. "Alex ! Fuck me." Ashly screamed.

Toward me for an angry kiss and he delivered, “Fuck, you feel so good, Ariella,” Asher rasped. I shivered at the sound of his voice. Asher gripped my butt before he started to slide out of me. He halted with his tip against my opening again. I parted my lips for a protest but before I could utter a word, he slammed back into me. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I cried out in pleasure. He thrust into me again at the same angle as before, and I gasped at the pleasure that vibrated down from the sweet spot he hit. My eyes were wide as I held his possessive gaze. He seemed to brand me as his anew. Asher was one of the most possessive men I knew.

"Fuck you, you spoiled little cunt. Whatever you want from me I won't give you. I quit." A pleasant silvery laugh escaped Ashley's full, pouty lips. Jack found his eye drawn to her mouth. How her little rosebud lips with their gleaming berry-colored lipstick just screamed to be kissed. In fact, her entire form was built for one thing. From her long shapely legs to her slender build and small and pert little tits, she was built for fucking with great speed and force. And he had no doubts he could bend her over the table and pound her sore while she enjoyed every frenzied thrust, the harder the better for both parties involved. Perfectly aware of this, Ashley used it to great advantage, secure

" Ah fuck!" Lisa can’t get enough of him, even though he’s filling her so completely, more than anyone has before. Her hands roam his body, his face, through his hair, anything that will keep her from getting delirious from the pleasure. All the new sensations flooding her body coupled with the ethereally gorgeous man fucking her had her growing closer to another orgasm, her body flushing with heat. Asher must be feeling the pleasure just as strongly as she was, his moans were deeper and more animalistic with every thrust as he fucks her against the car, the salty sweat dripping from his face onto hers, this was the first time she was seeing him look so put off. Lisa was reaching for the sta

When his dimples appeared her body melted. Ashleigh actually felt pretty when she was with him. Big girls could be sexy and wear lingerie to please their men, and dress fashionably and get their hair and nails done so that even though they were closer to the word fat than to plump or athletically built, they could still be sexy. She might be fat, but with DeAngelo she knew she was no slouch in the look departments.

He didn't have to stress so much since I was wearing a skirt and I watched him like a horny slut as he raised my skirt above my thighs and his hand played with my fold against my panties. “You're so wet for me, Doll. Look at your core soaking my fingers with your sexual desire, a sign that you want this.” Asher whispered to my ear his hot breath fanning my neck, his scent choking me adding more sensation to the dripping need inside as he continued to rub his finger against my fold and I grind my hips against his hands. I hate myself for doing this but I just can't control it. Asher wrapped my legs around his waist so he was standing between me then he slowly placed gentle kisses on my neck t