Henry Cavill Hot Novels & Stories

The man was Henry Cavill with brooding attitude. “You’re still awake?” I said, leaning casually on the railing like my knees weren’t buckling at the sight of him. Trying my best not to looked at the daymmmn bulge. Heaven help me. He turned, eyes catching mine. That wolf-dark gaze of his was impossible to hold, so naturally, I held it—because sass is armor and I refuse to be the first one to blink. “Couldn’t sleep. Too many thoughts.” His voice was low, that rumbling growl of his that made my stomach do very unladylike somersaults.

"You've already gone into heat. I knew you would be a perfect hucow." He stood up and unbuckled his belt. He let his cock free - it was massive, glistening in the moonlight. "Now get on your knees for me, cow," he commanded. I obediently obliged, kneeling down on the hay with my ass in the air, presenting my wet pussy to be fucked. Henry chuckled darkly, running his hands over my ass, squeezing the cheeks firmly. "Nice and round," he purred, bending over to spread my legs apart. "Perfect for breeding."

Actually, he has muscles everywhere I look. "Hi," I say my voice cracking like a pubescent kid. He smiles and walks in my direction putting us closer and closer so I want to reach out and touch him. Make sure those arm muscles are real. I've mentioned I have a thing for arm muscles. Right? Hmm, it's possible that's why Officer Allen did it for me. Or my libido is out of control after the recent breakup. Not that Henry and I were having tons of sex before we split. Vincent has wonderful arm muscles from the way his shirt material stretches. Now is not the time, Mackenzie.

But we don't. And if I say Henry is cute, it just because he fucking is. Just like he's allowed to say I'm hot and beautiful, because I am.

Top gun was a good choice, I mean who didn’t have a crush on Tom Cruise, the guy was hot but then again, I had had enough of guns and gore in my life so that was a hard pass. What about the Witcher? I mean Henry Cavill was hot, so fucking hot I would be lying if I said I didn’t have sex dreams about him when I was seventeen. But sadly, Henry Cavill or in this case the character he played, ‘Geralt of Rivia’ looked a lot like Kade. A striking resemblance, some would say. They had the same scowl, the same handsome sculptured face, golden brownish eyes kinda like a cat’s. The only thing they differed in was the white hair.

“If you’re a saint, I’m a nun.” “shut up.” She giggled. “I was about to tell you about the hot gentlemen that were in my section last night before Jane showed up like an absolute buzzkill.” I was sure any man she was going to tell me about wouldn’t even be half as drop dead gorgeous as Sinclair Donovan-Wells. “Go on.” “I’m telling you, these men were straight out of my wildest fantasies.” “the ones involving Henry Cavill and Captain America fighting over you?” I asked.

Wendy raised an eyebrow, clearly proud of herself. Wealthy? Trish burst out laughing first. "Wendy, what kind of rich person would be interested in you? It wouldn't happen to be some old, ugly man, would it?" Wendy placed her hands playfully behind her back and winked. "My boyfriend is not only wealthy, but he's also handsome and tall, like Henry Cavill."

“Your pet seems much more agreeable, Damien. You will have to share your secrets with me.” Damien hummed but didn’t otherwise answer. Henry inched closer to me. As he did, I could tell from the sheen in his eyes and the smell of liquor on his breath, that he was drunk. “Yours is beautiful too,” Henry said. “But it’s more than beauty that tempted you, Damien, wasn’t it? There have been so many other beautiful ones.” Henry’s eyes never left me. “Her blood must be divine, to make you want to drink again.”

Scarlett retorted. “Just get your mind off it okay..Nothing will go wrong this time around. I will make sure of that” Mr Campbell assured. “I really hope so. Can’t wait to get married to you” Scarlett cooed and moved closer to him placing her head on his chest. “Me too baby. Me too” he smiled. *****^*^^^^^^ Just in: Owen Wilson finally caught by the police. He would be taken to court in few days for domestic violence. If you witness domestic violence or you are a victim, don’t hesitate to call the police and make the culprit be brought to book.

She covered her mouth, muffling her sobs, “This isn’t you, this isn’t the Henry I know. He was only here to help me...” “Yeah, help you with an orgasm” he retorted. “You have to calm down Henry” Adrian reasoned with him. “That’s what they say, Adrian, the whole tabloids. That’s all they talk about, he gave her good sex, better than I did, you read the fucking article!” Leonard stifled a smirk. “Henry, I was atta...”