Erin Dolan Sexy Novels & Stories

I loved my possessive Little Fae. Ziyah cleared her throat, causing Dolly to turn around. Dante kissed our mate’s cheek as he passed by and stood beside me. It was obvious that he could not wait to see how this would turn out. “What’s going on here?” she asked Dolly. ‘She saw that this was going to happen, so she forced me to let her put clothes on her delicious body,’ Dante explained, an amused smirk playing on his lips. “Nothing important, Luna,” Dolly rushed out quickly.

I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.

He's not kidding. I nod. "Dinner's ready." *** 4am. The cabin door rattles with three loud bangs, followed by another three, and then another. It makes me wonder who the hell would come here this early in the morning and why they’re being so demanding. I rush downstairs to find Oliver behind the door and when he opens it, two large men stand glaring at him. “The doorbell is just as effective, you know,” he says sarcastically. “We’re looking for a lady named Bella,” one of them says ignoring his tone, while the other peaks into the house over Oliver’s shoulder. My heart skips as his eyes land on me.

DAMON Droplets of water clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. I felt re-energized after taking a cold shower, and throughout the entire bath, I could not stop beaming. Being with Olivia does nothing but make me delighted for some unknown reasons. My eyes grasped her stunning figure seated gracefully on the edge of my bed. Her interesting features drew me in with an irresistible enticement. Her delicate curves, soft lips, and eyes hold universes within them. Her hair, a cloudburst of silk, falls elegantly to the side, framing her face like a nimbus.

I tease, feigning innocence. “Baby girl, I do not want to think about my parents when my dick is aching for you,” he mutters, adjusting himself under the table. My hand is so close, I can’t help myself—I stroke him, slow and light, just once. His breath catches. “Diavolina. Let me touch you. I need to feel how wet you are for me.” I subtly spread my legs under the table. Dante leans in, grabbing my leg and hooking it over his knee, spreading me wider. He kisses my neck as a distraction while sliding a hand beneath my dress. His fingers move with precision—straight to my thong, brushing the lace.

Soon enough he gently lowed my back down onto the couch and lay over me. He closed his eyes tight before slowly opening them and looking down at me, "Before I let my wolf get too excited," he began, "Are you ready to have sex again? I don't want to rush you and I don't want to halt your healing." "It's been five days," I said, "Have you forgotten I'm a wolf with super-fast healing abilities." "Well, ya know. Cato's head Vs your vagina. I figured you may have taken quite the battering down there-"

“Don’t tease me. Fuck me like you mean it.” Dante grabbed the lube from the nightstand, slicked his fingers, and pushed two inside Giovanni without warning. He scissored them roughly, curling them to hit that perfect spot until Giovanni was writhing and cursing. “More,” Giovanni demanded, voice wrecked. “I want your cock.” Dante slicked himself generously and lined up. He thrust in deep in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Giovanni cried out, back arching, nails digging into Dante’s shoulders hard enough to draw blood.

As we walked down a hallway, the sounds of moans were loud back here, screams of pleasure from the woman receiving what sounded like was the best sex she’d had in her life. “They should be done any second now, they’ve been at it for a while now, Dale likes long, hard and aggressive sex.” the woman said, the smile in her voice was evident. It seems this woman likes this ‘Dale’ character. “You like him, don’t you?” I asked softly. “Hmm. More than I should.” she confirmed. We looked up at the door as a groan of disappointment was heard.

Perhaps I could use him against his own son; they all deserve whatever comes to them, but right now, I am so freaking horny that I desire my stepfather's dick in me. I am such a slut, aren't I? I moaned, spreading my legs wider as Don Luciano buried his head in my pussy. His tongue flicked over my clit, sucking my wetness, slurping on it like it was some sort of Juice. I took my hands to my boobs and started pulling on my nipples as I arched my back on the desk. He also teased my entrance with his fingers before slipping one into me. My mouth formed into an "oh" as I licked my lips.

Though Dolan and I may have been child hood friends but me developing emotional filled feelings towards him certainly seems akward. Don't get me wrong, Dolan himself literally attains perfection,his blonde and curly hair frequently tied in ponytails similar to Korean martial artist's,he's hot muscular structure earning him the females attention and finally his demi god pretty face and mistake excluded chiseled jaw line finalizes him every females desire but despite his perfect qualities,the fire of love towards him seems impossible brewing up finally trapping him within my friends zone. Drowning deeper into comparism between the brain spinning hottie stranger and childhood Dolan,nasty and na