Novel & Cerita Harley Quinn Body Pillow

The bed instantly calls me and I drop down on it, lying flat on my back with my arms splayed out. "God...I have a headache," I sigh, raking my fingers through my hair. My whole body aches with carrying Harley for so long and I dream of a hot shower. I close my eyes for a moment to rest them when the rustle of clothes makes me snap them back open. I get on my elbows and lift myself to find Harley wriggling out of her dress. My eyes widen when the black straps slide down her shoulders and my jaw hangs in the air as I watch her. The skinny material loosens, dropping smoothly down her sexy figure. I swallow a gulp, my attention hooked to her toned hips as she shimmies the cloth down her body.

But as they walked along the quay and she smelled the sea air, she couldn’t help but relax a little. Harley had always loved the sea and her eyes scanned along the line of fabulous yachts and motor cruisers before straying to Armel, who was striding along next to her. In cream trousers and a navy polo shirt, he was a tanned, gorgeous, billionaire playboy who turned heads and drew admiring glances wherever he went. Was she crazy to have turned down his offer to be his mistress? ‘The Phoenix’ was a stunning looking craft from the outside and inside, the yacht was truly sumptuous. Harley glanced around the luxuriously appointed salon with its champagne-colored leather sofas and cherry wood fitm

Hell, his body was getting a little too hot and dry… Quinn thought her seat belt was a little too tight against her chest, so she tugged it forward for a moment to adjust it. Unfortunately, all it did was give her 36D breasts a chance to respond to gravity, causing them to sag low before—boing! They snapped back up, like a spring, from recoil. Logan coughed violently. He sputtered, and a trail of blood streamed out of his nostril. "Mr. Pearce? Mr. Pearce! Are you okay?" Quinn asked quickly, though she was feeling really proud of herself. It looked like her physique was pretty seductive to her boss, huh?

The bedroom is. Deep breath in, deep breath out, I opened the door; it didn't help. Harley surrounded me as I flipped on the light. 'Check the dresser drawers, Nick.' Nothing but the most wonderfully smelling bras and panties, I can't help myself as I bring a handful to my face. That leaves the nightstand. Of course it does. I move over to the bed, move aside Harley's fluffy, multicolored, bullerfiled blanket, and sit. Again, I get the strangest whiff of myself. Now I'm searching the surrounding bed, and I find an oddly not multicolored or butterflied pillow. Upon further inspection, I read 'Property of Motel99' stitched inside. Harley had come back looking for me.

I threatened, taking the pillow and throwing it at him. He didn’t bother to dodge; he just caught it and examined it. “Very good quality. You can moan into it,” he said, throwing the pillow back at me. “You can shout all you want, but no one will come. The room is soundproof, little bride,” he chuckled while taking off his t-shirt to reveal the sculptured chest and abs that were previously obscured by that article of clothing. Well, I have seen Harold with his upper body bare one time when we were at the beach. He was a dish for the eyes but… c-compared to him, this Ryan… He was a mouthwatering banquet featuring all my favourite dishes.

“Whatever you say, Quinn. There’s only one pillow, though. And I can’t sleep without one.” “I don’t like pillows anyway,” I lie. “We can use… this.” I grab the shirt I’d been sniffing off the floor and drape it down the center of the bed. “The Shirt of Division.” He just shakes his head, that infuriating smirk still in place. “If you say so.” ... An hour. It’s been a full hour of lying in the dark, listening to his steady breathing. My body is thrumming with a restless energy, a needy ache building deep inside me. I grit my teeth.

“Rav, you're going to want to see this. I didn't take my eyes off my laptop. — Did your wife have one of those pregnancy pillows? It says they help with sleep. He looked over my shoulder at the screen. — Don't buy this one. Buy one that hugs your entire body. Fits on both sides. — Oh. — I clicked on what he recommended. Reviews called it the Ferrari of body pillows. Great. I added it to the shopping cart, then looked up. — What do I need to see? He held out a flash drive. — It's the camera we placed outside the club's VIP emergency exit. With my stomach in knots, I took out the small drive and inserted it into my laptop. When it was mounted, I double-clicked the video file and it started pla

Quinnel replied sarcastically and finally stepped into the room. He looked around and was amazed to see everything in here was for one person. There was a white couch in one corner that had 5 throw pillows of colors black and white on it filling the couch that there was no space to sit on except you took off a throw pillow. There was a mirror, very close to an entrance of what he presumed to be the bathroom, that was wiped clean that he could count how many holes was on his face without any difficulty. The bed was a giant king size one with about 5 pillows on each side of the bed that he wondered how people slept with 5 freaking pillows!

Quinton had a cold look on his face. "Impossible! I've already used the Pure Energy Pills. Just name a price. I'll pay for your losses according to the market price," Harold shook his head and said. "You…" Quinton was furious, but there was nothing she could do. After all, the Pure Energy Pills were something Leon made exclusively. It was incredibly rare. Since Harold already used them, there was no way Harold could return it to the Hunts. "Whatever, let's make it a hundred and thirty million then. As long as you compensate us with a hundred and thirty million, our grudges will end here!" Quinton said.

Next comes her panties, which I tear from her body, tossing the shreds aside. I grab the body pillow from the floor. “On your knees, Bunny,” I command, my alpha tone coming out even more. As she rolls over, I prepare the body pillow in a circle so that she can lay her bump in the hole. We can still do most of our favorite positions, but it takes a bit of maneuvering. This one in particular is a favorite of both of my mates. And who am I to deny them? I place another pillow just under her pelvis, making her ass stick up in the air. Unable to control my alpha command, it leaks through my voice as I look at her. “Spread your legs, Bunny. Let me see that pretty pink pussy.”