Erin Ashford Sexy Novels & Stories

Her outfit left nothing to the imagination and it hurt me to see Ashford and his boys gawking at her curvy body. “W… W… What is this Ash, what the hell are you doing? This isn’t the deal!” I stammered out in frustration and anger.

I sighed, “I trust you. I just don’t fucking trust those girls and I guess, I am scared you’ll find someone better.” “I wish you could see what I see. You’re perfect. There is no one better.” Asher pressed himself against my core, “you’re the only one that can make me feel this way. You’re the only one that can make me this hard.” I laughed, “we’re going to have so much fucking cybersex, aren’t we?” Asher smirked and continued pressing himself against me, “cybersex, real sex, phone sex. Shit, I’ll write you letters like Sierra will write Kate if that’s what it takes.”

The video on it was the security footage I'd pulled from the incident with Rachel. Shock and anger washed over him. She had lied to him! Thinking back over everything that had happened, Cole called his assistant and ordered him to dig up everything about Rachel and her return. His hands didn't stop trembling. He felt like his heart was being ripped apart. Laura knocked on his bedroom door and slipped in, holding out the plain ring she'd hidden away. "Mr. Hartness, Ms. Cavendish chose to throw everything away, but I secretly kept this ring." Cole's eyes turned red as he clenched the ring in his fist so hard his knuckles went white. His lips trembled as he asked, "Tell me… Was it that night th

Her breasts ached, her nipples already hardened, and when she brushed her palm across one turgid peak, she gasped. “Play with yourself. God, Violet, you’re gorgeous.” She pushed her camisole down until it circled her hips, the cool air of the inn room making goose bumps rise on her skin. She palmed one of her breasts before tweaking her nipple, the sensation causing her sex to clench with anticipation. A flush had crawled up Ash’s cheeks. His eyes were hooded as he leaned back on the bed. He looked like a lazy cat stretching out in the sun, with his red-gold hair and predatory air.

The pressure sending lightning bolts through my core. He sucks harder and faster, I could feel my legs shaking from the pressure of the orgasm. “I'm coming” I gasp and squirm “Come for me wife” I come all over his face and he sucks it all off, My eyes are clearer now and I just realized Rafael Ashford ate me out in his office ****

This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane.

My father, blind in his old age, couldn’t see the weakness dripping off him. By the time I stepped out into the cool night air, I was nearly shaking. I yanked my phone from my pocket, needing something, anything to distract me from the urge to drive my fist through a wall. That was when I saw it. The headline. It was bold, cruel, and impossible to miss: “Heiress Lisa King Spotted With Younger Davenport—Intimate Kiss Stuns High Society” Beneath it was the photo. It was blurred but clear enough. Lisa had her head tilted toward Jace, their lips pressed together.

As I reached out to touch them, Ashe bent over, dropping her shorts. A pink lace thong. Dark at the gusset. Ashley blushed as she put her fingers in the waistband, "Ready for the big reveal?" I rubbed the bulge in my shorts, "Wadda you think?" "Nice," Ashely said and then pushed her pink thong down her long legs, stepping out at the end and handing it to me, "Wanna sniff? I've been soaked for hours."

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.