Hemingway Style Novels & Stories

Emelia's home from college and she's done pretending to be a good girl. The second her mother's car pulls out of the driveway for a two-hour appointment, the bratty little tease makes her move. Wearing nothing but a soaked black thong, she struts into the living room, tits bouncing, and plants herself right between her stepdad Marcus's legs. "Tick-tock, Daddy," she purrs, slowly peeling the thong down her thighs so he can see how obscenely wet her tight pussy already is. "Mom's gone for two hours... but I only need fifteen minutes to climb on that thick married cock and ride you like a desperate little slut." Marcus tries to resist. He really does. But Emelia just smirks, spreads her legs, and starts rubbing her dripping cunt against the massive bulge in his pants. "I've been dreaming about this for months," she whispers, grinding harder. "I want you to stretch me open, Daddy. I want you to ruin my pussy and pump me so full of your hot cum that it's still leaking out when Mom kisses me hello later." She leans in, biting her lip with pure brat energy. "So what's it going to be? Are you going to be a good stepdad and send me to my room... or are you finally going to let your filthy stepdaughter bounce on your cock cowgirl style and beg you to breed me before she gets back?" Because Emelia isn't leaving until she gets exactly what she wants a deep, raw, creampie from the one man who's supposed to protect her. Some lines should never be crossed. Emelia's about to ride right over them.

“You shouldn’t have disobeyed me, Hazel.” His voice came out hard and husky and she thrived at the soothing undertone that sent chills down her spine, her pussy, already gaining lots of wetness. “I am sorry Daddy, baby girl needed some alone…” she tried to explain, but his next action shut her up. He flung her over the bed like she weighed nothing, her face pressing into the pillow, while her ass positioned into the perfect doggy style he craved for. “I am going to punish you so fucking well, momma. I am going to fuck you hard till you no longer feel your legs, momma. Hazel gulps down the hitches in her throat at the thought of his 9 inches-thick, cock riding her tight cunt, to pleasure. Without any warning, Hazel felt his dick tearing throw her, as he made one rough thrust. “Oh my fucking goodness….” her words trailed into a moan, while his hands found the most adore part of her body, her waist, Pulling her backward, he began to thrust hard, and with each thrust, he got rewarded with moans that made him want to do more! Hazel had just gained admission to her favorite university in the city of Washington, she is forced to live with her father's most trusted young friend all in the name of protection. Hazel eventually finds herself in the bed of the man she claims she hates, the one who is to protect her from the outside world, after one foreplay, Hazel and Axel refuse to keep their eyes off each other. However, it didn’t end up as just a Lustful feeling. Will their love stand the test of time, in a world where fans criticize whoever goes intimate with their idol?

My boyfriend got a tenure-track offer from Ashford University—and the night he found out, he cried in my arms for hours. Before he left the country, he held my hand, looking guilty. "Babe, the cost of living over there is insane, and you probably won't be able to find a decent job. Once I get settled, I'll bring you over in style…" He paused, waiting for me to appreciate how "considerate" he was being. What he didn't know was that just half an hour earlier, I'd overheard him on the balcony. "Don't worry, the tickets are booked. We're going together. No way I'm leaving you behind." On the other end of the line was his gentle, sweet junior. He'd spent years looking down on my education, always saying I couldn't understand his "soul." But every time I handed him my tips from waiting tables and delivering takeout—stained envelopes, greasy and crumpled—he'd take them like he was doing me a favor. What he also didn't know was that I'd long since gotten tired of playing the "I'll work to put you through school" bit. I only started dating him because he was cute—I wanted a little thrill. I just didn't expect to keep the act going for three years. And for a second here and there, I almost believed it myself. I was already looking for an excuse to dump him. Then he handed me one on a silver platter. So when he gave his little speech, I barely held back a smile as I fixed his collar. "Okay. Then take good care of yourself over there. I'm gonna be late for my night shift. Gotta go." I turned around and called my best friend. "Book me a table at VIVA tonight. I'm single again—time to party."