Gigi Dolin Hot Novels & Stories

"And come suck this arising stubborn cock." Gigi turned around, her makeup smeared and face red from crying and exertion. She looked up at me with those teary, smudged eyes as she took my hardening dick in her fist. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and took me inside, sucking and fisting like a professional. She never gets tired now, does she? Gigi's lips stretched obscenely around my throbbing shaft as she plunged down, taking me balls-deep with practiced ease. Her tongue swirled expertly, teasing the underside as she bobbed her head in a steady rhythm. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth, painting her chin shiny.

The type of hot I had never been sure actually existed outside of airbrushed and filtered fitness influencer models. “Alpha Nikolai doesn’t talk much though. He’s really standoffish.” Why was Gigi choosing him of all people to talk about tonight?

He was the kind of man who treated his woman as his possession; he expected complete submission. Now she was even more certain he wasn’t the man for her. "What are you looking for?" he asked, his piercing gaze making her uncomfortable. "Lots of money," Gigi answered. "I am quite expensive, can't do basic shit." She smiled to herself as his brows faintly drew together. He must now think of her as a gold digger. Just then, a waitress came, asking for their order. Gigi was quick to get into her observation mode, keen to catch one slip. The ones preaching unwavering loyalty are often perverts in disguise.

Men placed money into her thong as she seductively went to swing around the pole, her legs wrapping around the thin metal, her body turning as she arched her back towards the floor, hair barely raking it as she felt herself up, the men going wild. One man had his pants down visibly jerking himself off to her, Gigi, another girl I think who might be a bit addicted to dick… she licked her lips as she slowly crawled up on all fours up to the man, the top of her bra undone and breasts out for display, she slowly lowered her lips onto the mans dick, as she sucked, her right hand went into her thong as she played with herself and the left went to fondle her own nipple, the man still watching Peach

I want to keep her like this in my memory forever, "You're so hot. So fucking hot.” "Me? No, you're so fucking hot," I combat, placing my hands on her thighs and begging the universe not to let me come too fast during my first double penetration experience, "We're all super hot, even Ash." "Damn right," he mumbles and he snaps open the lube bottle. I look as he squirts some on his dick and my mouth feels dry all of a sudden, "Gigi, get your ass up."

she said. “You're Nico De Luca,” Gigi said, looking him up and down without a hint of fear. “I’ve seen your file. Interpol has an unflattering photo of you from 2019. You should really sue.” She turned her gaze to Dante. “You're the tech guy, your encryption was cute. It took me four minutes to trace it back to the hotel.” Then she focused on me, her gaze lingering on the black diamond ring on my finger. “And you must be the Helen of Troy who burned down New York,” Gigi said, removing the lollipop from her mouth and pointing it at me. “Elena. The St. James bastard.”

“Relax, babes. He was really not getting so much hot information from me, but he still kept coming back to hear more. I know I joke around a lot, but this man really fancies you. Take my word for it.” Biting my bottom lip, I think about it shortly before flashing him a sad smile. “Don’t put strange ideas into my head, Gigi. I might take action upon them and will end up getting hurt even more.” “I don’t think he will hurt you, babes.” Gigi leans forward, lowering his voice. “He has his rough carapace, but on the inside, I think he is all cozy and marshmallowy. Maybe not for everyone but certainly for you.”

Helen told him with a grin. “I’d believe that.” He hugged her to his chest. “Now that your office is going to haunt me for the rest of my days,” Gigi said lightly, “I’m going to go check on the babies and then go on my lunch date.” “You have a date?” Reese asked her. “Don’t worry, dad.” Gigi smiled at her boss. “She’s a firefighter and I met her through Ty.” “Hmmmm.” Was his only response as she went down the hall.

I should really stay clear that woman, she was lethal, and a fucking distraction. “I need to get my head straight…” I muttered, just as my phone buzzed. Gerald. “Where are you? Shouldn’t you have finished dinner by now? Or don’t tell me you’ve already killed Romano Sinclair and you’re on your way to prison!” Gerald’s voice rang through the phone, overly dramatic as always. “That’s not it,” I said, briefly explaining what had happened at dinner. I hesitated before mentioning Scarlett. “The girl from last night…” “What girl? Oh, the one who took your virginity? What about her?” Gerald teased.

After all, you don’t want commitments. All gigolos wanted the same thing, and that was money. She peered at the blood-red stains on the formerly pure white sheets of the five-star hotel, hoping they would wash off easily. She definitely didn’t want any curious stares from room service. But at most, they would just laugh it off. Who came to a five-star hotel to pop her cherry? She had even checked in with a false name. Ari Donna. She had an expert create her a fake ID. The benefits of money were limitless, although there were things money just couldn’t buy. They couldn’t buy back the tragedy that befell her pack more than a decade ago.