Henry Lee Insatiable Novels & Stories

Henry fired back in frustration. "Really? Your brother's breeder? Oh, stop the stupid play! You don't think I will sit back and watch you marry your brother's sex toy! It's impossible, Henry. Not while I'm alive!" Emily barked. "Oh really? Then get ready to die, Mom! The plan is to make her fall in love with me, then use her to destroy Darien, then I'll make her my Luna, and that's exactly what I will do!" Henry blurted in frustration.

Only then did she flutter her eyes open. Henry parted from the kiss and stared down at her lovingly. "You want me, don't you?" Luciana nodded eagerly, her eyes laden with lust. "Say it." Henry urged, his orbs piercing at her seductively. Luciana whimpered. "I want you, Henry. I want you inside me." She replied, liquid pooling at her entrance. Henry smirked at her wickedly before lowering himself to her once more. He peeled the dress off her body, exposing her nakedness to his eyes. He then parted her legs and buried his head in her core as he began eating her out slowly.

As I pulled his muscle-bulged arm Henry let out a harsh scoff giving me pause. “He’s taking advantage of you, Niylah. You know that, right?” Henry spoke as if what he said was an irrefutable fact. My grip tightened around Liam’s arm, silently encouraging him to let his guard down for a second at the very least. I truly didn’t want these two at each other’s throats over something so stupid. “What are you talking about Henry?” I ask, unamused by his accusation altogether. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Liam is a selfish and manipulative piece of garbage. He’s taking advantage of you when you’re most vulnerable for his own gain.” Henry spat. “You’d have to be stupid not to see it.”

Why did I seem to like the danger Henry brought? "You're brave enough to refuse, but your body is lying," Henry whispered, his voice deep and full of mockery. Henry licked my ear as his hand held my breast and gently massaged it. From my ear, Henry immediately leaned down, simultaneously lifting my blouse and lowering my bra, and without hesitation, he clamped his mouth onto my breast. I gripped his polo shirt. I felt the weakness in my knees from the intense tickling and pleasure brought by Henry’s sinful tongue. If I weren't leaning against the wall and held by Henry, I might have collapsed to the floor.

Alpha Ethan was a man in his late thirties, standing at about 5’7, and his appearance was unusual, yet impossible to ignore. Ethan was dressed in red leather pants that clung tightly to his legs, paired with a plain white T-shirt and a matching red leather jacket thrown over it. His ginger-colored hair was tied into a messy man bun at the back of his head, making him seem so odd and at the same time giving him a weird, careless but striking look. Also, a tattoo of a naked woman was on his neck, adding to the dangerous aura he carried.

“Make a different conversation.” Daniel sat back in his chair with the easy unbothered energy of a man who had been annoying Damien Cole his entire life and had developed a complete immunity to the consequences. I found it deeply comforting. It was useful, somehow, to see evidence that Damien could be annoyed by someone and simply tolerate it. That he was capable of tolerating things. The menus came. Daniel ordered without looking at his, which confirmed the money theory. Damien ordered from memory, which confirmed nothing except that he had been here before and remembered everything, which was not new information.

The evening sun dipped low as I prepared for dinner, the scent of roasting lamb filling the house. Richard and Jake would be home any minute, their voices already echoing in my mind—deep, commanding, full of that possessive hunger that made my core throb. But beneath my apron, Harlan's cum still lingered inside me, a sticky secret from this afternoon's romp. I'd showered, sure, but the faint ache in my pussy reminded me of his thick shaft stretching me wide, his grunts as he pumped me full. It turned me on, this double life, fucking them both while plotting more.

The unknown driver quickly whined down his glasses, I checked the person to find out the said Bentley driver is Logan. "Hey, how're doing, it's been ages, look at you now, all muscled and hard chinned, em Jamicans babes, been rushing ya", Logan squeaked in his Jamaican accent. "I get, you manwhore, looking for who to add to your group of man whores, but thank you I'm not interested", I said loudly. "So how is life here, I guess things are really hard here", I asked Logan. "Man life's good, no too much stress, as long as you're ready to mind your business with no tongue waggling", Logan said.

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Henry panted, his eyes glued to the screen as his hand fondled his sticky cock. Jasmine recovered quickly, her fingers leaving her mouth only to quickly tweak her nipples once, then she stood, rinsed herself off, washed her hands and turned the shower off. Henry leaned in the chair, panting and grinning as she left the shower. "Filthy fucking whore," he muttered. Idly he wondered who he'd stroke off to tomorrow morning. Over the last decade his habit had sat him in this chair and made him stroke off to movie stars, musicians, models, hundreds of gorgeous women unknowingly recorded in their most intimate of moments while visiting the Island as guests of Benjamin. And Henry had them all record