Erin Dolan Sexy Novels & Stories

"It will be if only we don't play the card well. I'll disguise myself to be your boss's wife, then I'll convince your parents I'll be offering you a new apartment. What do you think?" Delilah was speechless. She made no comment. "Don't worry, we'll talk about this some other time. Come on, they're lots of customers tonight." Delilah took off her cloth, leaving the stripe bra and panties on. She walked majestically to the club, climbing on the stage to dance. She was so flexible that she could move her body, split and make dirty moves on the bar pole. While she was dancing, there were lots of eyes staring at her, but there was this very eyes that wasn't just staring at her, he was studying he

Second: "Look at that cheap mistress who slept her way up. Seven years and not even a ring. Pathetic." Third: "An actress bimbo thinking she could be the Donna? Keep dreaming." I liked the comment. "Chloe!" Harper was on the verge of tears. "Don't scare me, say something." "I'm fine." "Seven years, how could he..." "Harper," I cut her off. "I sold five sets of Cartier yesterday." "...What?" "The cash cleared. I'm treating you to dinner tonight at Per Se." Dead silence on the other end.

Warning: Sexual content ahead.  "So tell me about your trip? Did you have fun meeting with your sister?"I asked still out of breath from the intense make out session that happened just a few minutes ago. "Yes....it was fun. What about you?"he immediately changes the topic. "It was fun,I made new friends. You know the Dolan twins,no not the YouTubers,I mean Keith and Allen Jones Dolan"she says "Yes,who doesn't know those two spoiled brats"he chuckles

A cold chill tousled through the hairs on the back of my neck and filtered down my spine, prompting me to spin around and make it back towards the front of the door when my eyes were drawn into something I had not really noticed previously. A dazzling porcelain doll sat competently on a rocking chair, facing my direction. She initially appeared to be expensive and visually striking, as if she has a million bolts of charm and glamour lurking beneath her smile. Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs.

She was looking at her sister while only giving the guy there a disgusted side glance from head to tow Lily was looking away from her with anger on her face but Celea knew it wasn't meant for her, her sister was rather ashamed with herself " damn you woman I could have you as my whore begging on your knees for my attention " Said the idiot walking closer to Celea so that he was facing her, only few inches away from her face Celea put on the killer face slowly standing up, putting that piece of shit on his knees with pain while doing so " Aaahhhh"

“Hurry up. She has to be ready before the Don.” The cook, Martha, peeked in at one point. “Mrs. Mancini,” she said softly, “you look beautiful.” The stylist chimed in, “The Don made a splendid choice in his Donna.” The women chuckled together. I only rolled my eyes. Choice wasn’t the word. By the time everything was done, I could barely recognize the reflection staring back at me. I looked elegant, polished, untouchable. But inside, my chest was tight. “Nora, it’s time to go. The ride is here,” Luca called.

There was no way in hell— “What on earth is he talking about, Nova?” Nolan hummed as he stepped closer. “Nova,” he said, like he was testing the name around his tongue. “It’s a lovely name. Shame you had to hide it from me the night we met.” She rolled her eyes weakly, shifting her gaze to me. “How do you know him? And why the hell is he in my apartment when I look like…” She gestured at her old t-shirt and sweatpants. “This!” She seemed genuinely flustered that he was here. And holy fuck, I couldn’t believe that Nova and Nolan had sex with each other. And didn’t exchange names.

My barely-there black sequin dress caught the light of the disco ball. My makeup was sharp and aggressive: blood-red lips and smoky, winged eyeliner that formed a seductive cat-eye. I imagined Rocco's frown, the disgusted look in his eyes he'd give me before telling me to go back and change. But this was the real me, Rosalie Thorne, the Thorn Principessa, who never had to dull her edges for anyone. Just like now. Julian had booked us the prime circular booth in the center of the club. Across from me, a male model, barely twenty, was blushing as he stared at my collarbone.

She took a deep breath and typed honestly. **Tola:** Yes, Daddy. I’m so wet. I can’t stop thinking about you between my legs in that room. **Dr. Kane:** Naughty little girl. Send me a picture. Just your fingers on that pussy. No face. Tola didn’t even hesitate. She pulled her skirt up, spread her legs wide, and snapped a clear photo of her shiny, dripping fingers spreading her plump lips. She sent it before she could change her mind. The reply was fast and filthy.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."