Erin Dolan Sexy Novels & Stories

Her hand went to her breast and squeezed hard, and she shuddered, and gasped. "F*CK! Daddy, don't stop." She moaned as she began to move her hip, grinding on his lip. Jaxon ate like a hungry man. He could taste the difference between Loo and Roxanne. Loo kept moaning as he fingered and teased her with his tongue. She couldn't remember the last time he ate her out. "You like that don't you, Dolly?" Jaxon raised his head and asked. "Yes, Daddy. Ohh yes, f*ck!"

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.

I demanded. She just kept blinking and I pinned her, kissing her deeply then thrust into her again and I groaned. She was so tight, she felt like no other female I have ever been with. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to me as I hit her harder and she wailed out. “ Is this what you want my sexy Dolly? Hmm? You want the bad boy to fuck you senseless, don’t you?” I ran my hands over her body as I placed her legs over my shoulder

I open my mouth to ask Dolly what she means, but then the bang of the door draws my attention. My jaw nearly comes unhinged at the sight standing there, and it’s all I can do not to swallow my tongue. She’s tall with long legs and curves like Jessica Rabbit. She’s got on cut-off shorts that show off smooth skin for miles down to pretty pink toes in flip-flops. When my eyes rake back up her firm stems, they land on her substantial rack that’s bouncing under a tight cotton tank top. She’s nearly obscene in shape, and the way her waist is exaggerated by the size of her hips makes my boxer briefs tighten. Her blond hair is in messy waves over one shoulder, and even from here I can see the shiny

Connell Watching Dolores finish Vincent off has me harder than I've ever been in my entire fucking life. The way she moves, the sounds she makes—damn near hypnotic. Vincent leans back in the chair, already stroking himself again, like he can't get enough. I can relate. "Connell," Dolores calls, her voice like a velvet rope pulling me in. She lays back on the bed, legs spread wide, inviting. It's a sight that'll be etched in my mind forever.

Author’s POV Dolores wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the touch of the chill night air on her skin as she got into the car waiting outside Don Deangelo's mansion. The moment she sat inside, the driver turned to her, handing her a bottle of water and a packet of birth control pills. "Take these, Madam Dinero asked me to give them to you. So, you won’t get pregnant even if the clients cum inside of you," he instructed.