Eye Candy Men Mga Nobela at Kwento

My eyes involuntary closed as I sucked in, waiting for him to kiss me. When I felt him move away, that’s when I opened my eyes. My arousal filled the cave and I could see Waylon fighting off the temptation. His dick was hard as he shifted uncomfortably. Looking down at his phone, my internal battle started. Do I trust him? Do I trust he told me the truth?

boosted herself, clicked a selfie and sent it to Navi. " Not bad" came the reply. She realized it was sent to Ravi. She quickly deleted it for all but she didn't know it was already saved by Ravi within seconds. She messaged, " it as for my friend, not for you.". She switched off all the lights except the small bulb of her temple and one of her garden. She locked the house, and went to her car, started and drove smoothly and reached Mayas by 7. Ravi was already waiting for her. He was wearing a navy blue shirt with grey pantaloon pants. The blue colour was highlighting his already blue grey eyes. The moment Anamika came, he just kept on seeing her, she was looking so gorgeous, he took a dee

Isla felt as if she were floating, suspended in a dream as she gazed into Liam Lockwood’s striking blue eyes. They were like deep pools of mystery, drawing her in and making her forget the chaos that had just unfolded. His face was sculpted to perfection, a blend of rugged masculinity and ethereal beauty that made her heart race. She had seen him before—on magazine covers, in articles, and all over the internet. The most handsome and richest man in New York City, heir to the Lockwood Industries fortune, a billion-dollar empire.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, ladies?” Mr. Charming chuckles. “I like her.” Mountain Man simply snorts. “Watch your tone, woman.” I casually cross my right leg over my left and stifle a yawn. “Do me a favor and cut to the chase, alright? It’ll save us a lot of time. How much money do you want? I’ll cut you all a check and we can be done with this.” One-Eye glances behind him at the man seated in the shadows. It’s only for a moment, barely even a look. “We’re not after money.”

“Welcome to our company, ladies and gentlemen of the Eclipse company. I’ve read the concept of the ad you asked for, and the idea is great. The Dreamcatcher team and I will try our best to make this idea a reality and will provide you with an exceptional experience and satisfaction.” “Yeah, I’ve seen the ad you made for the Sacred Storm restaurant.” One of the male clients leaned over and spoke. He had gray eyes that looked pale against his bright green suit. His hair was very short and was styled stiffly up. “The adverts are amazing, and you, Miss Elora, are a remarkable actress.” Elora could have sworn she saw that man’s eyes gleaming slyly as he said that. Elora slightly pulled away while

"What? Ethan and I had a bet going." I close my eyes briefly. "You did not." "We absolutely did. We were betting on whether she'd let you mark her." I pinch the bridge of my nose. "And?" Ryan cackles. "I lost. Ethan owes me nothing and I owe him five hundred dollars." "Five hundred?" "That's not the point." "You are not supposed to gamble on your Alpha." Ryan laughs harder. "You're also not supposed to disappear into Canada and come back married, but here we are."

She increased her pace—bouncing more roughly on his d·ck and soon, she felt hot sticky liquid shooting into her womb. “Ah!” She cried in ecstasy with trembling legs. She maintained her position while gazing down on the drained gentleman. “That was… amazing,” he smiled widely. Yet, Marie kept gaping at him, but all she could see was Jinx Armstrong. Slowly, she reached for his eyes and then began rubbing his left eye gently. At first, he found it a bit weird, but never complained. While he remained motionless and basked in the pool of pleasure, Marie extended the claws on her fingernails.

She carried a tray of corn on the cob to the long outdoor table, trying to focus on casual conversation while her body betrayed her with constant reminders of her forbidden secret. Richard stood at the grill like the patriarch he was, flipping burgers and steaks with calm confidence. His pale skin glowed slightly from the heat, the salt-and-pepper hair catching the sunlight. He wore a simple navy polo and khaki shorts, looking every bit the respectable father and grandfather. But when his ice-blue eyes found Maya across the deck, the look he gave her was anything but innocent. It was possessive. Hungry. Promising. Tyler was in his element, chatting with his cousins about work and fishing sto

She grabbed my hand and led me to the far corner of the club where the two men were seated at a small square table, surrounded by the people playing pool. The man that Wendy went to was pale in comparison to the other, but it didn't take away from his appearance. He had sandy blonde hair and green eyes that decorated his cherub face. The second man looked dangerous but dangerous in an alluring way. His skin was the color of dark caramel and his hair was jet black with what appeared to be flecks of silver strewn throughout. Not the silver of someone who is going gray with age. No. This was not a Normie trait. His hair was pulled back tightly in a braid that fell to the middle of his back and

He knew Ed was following him, so he circled around to get behind him. “You're pretty talented too. I had no idea where you disappeared to.” Ed responded to the unusual greeting. “I hope you’re not offended.” The man smiled and removed his sunglasses, revealing an unrealistically handsome face with strikingly blue eyes. “Your eye color is different from what I know.” Ed scowled, surprising the man. “You know my eye color?” “Yes. The photo was clear enough.” Ed nodded. The photo was clear, but it didn’t do justice to his looks. His handsomeness couldn’t be captured in a photo.