Novel & Cerita Hot Mixed Guys

I am totally looking at their junks. ‘CIARA! Stop being creepy! Look away from all the penises! WE HAVE A MATE!’ Ember covers her eyes with her paws and whimpers. ‘Oh, come on Ember! When am I ever going to be able to see this many peckers in one place! Let this virgin enjoy the moment.’ I whine through the mind-link back at her. ‘I am not touching, just looking… They keep swaying to try to hypnotize me.’ Owen and another guy stay by the lake while the rest of the eye candy men shift back into their wolves and take their leave. Why are all male werewolves are hot? Only the goddess knows.

I sighed, looking up at the person, only to find two hot men looming over me, staring at me with this weird look on their faces. Holy fuck. What did I do this time? “That’s enough. You should go home now,” one of the hot men spoke up. Oh, did I mention they were hot? Mr. Extremely Sexy pulled me up, and Mr. Extremely Sexy No.2 helped him. While one looked like someone straight out of an Italian Mafia romance, the other looked like he had been pulled out of some rich and powerful man’s contest and he’d won. I looked between them and unconsciously licked my lips.

Only her. The world seemed to narrow instantly. Cami followed Ariana’s gaze. “Oh my God,” she shouted over the music. “What?” Ariana asked quickly, trying to stay calm. “That guy!” Ariana’s stomach flipped. Cami leaned closer. “He is ridiculously hot.” Of course she noticed. Anyone would. Cami kept staring. “Look at him,” she continued, half laughing. “He looks like he walked into the wrong building.” Ariana swallowed. Mateo hadn’t moved.

This alone was enough to make my prick hard. The men seated by the table were mostly business men. It was already late, so their ties were crooked. I could smell their sweat mixed with both cheap and expensive cologne. It was evident that the men here were rich, powerful and horny. I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt and took a seat in one of the booths too.

I groan as we walk together to find Malison. “You mean your hot cousin?". Yeah, Gabby had a thing for my cousin. Infact, she wasn't the only one who had a thing for him. I mean, he is so hot, and undeniably, I might have a thing for him too. “He is not so hot". I sigh. Pftttttttttt, what a big lie! He is literally the hottest guy I've ever set eyes on. “Whatever miss four eyes". She retorted.

prominent beneath him. It felt massive and... hot. I instinctively tried to move back, but he gripped my waist possessively. "Sit here," he commanded hoarsely. His large hands locked around my waist, pulling our bodies together until my chest pressed against the hard planes of his. "Were you terrified when he cornered you earlier?" Alistair asked. His hand began to creep up, tracing my bare back, leaving a burning sensation on every inch of skin he touched. For some reason, I slowly began to melt; this man possessed an aura that was no joke.

Her legs dangled over the edge, and he stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers as he resumed their intimate connection. Gage's movements became more intense, his forehead beading with sweat. Nicole's face flushed, her eyes locking onto his as she let out a soft moan. He pushed forward one last time, his body tensed and then relaxed. A low primal sound rumbled in his throat of satisfaction and release. As they reached the climax of their intense moment, both of them were sweating profusely. Their bodies were entwined, and their faces were flushed with passion. The air was thick with tension, and the only sound was their heavy breathing.

“Phoenix, you better throw a party for this. Make it drink-all-you-can!” “Agreed,” Lee chimed in. “And make it eat all you can, too!” “Don’t forget dance-all-you-can!” Tom added with a smirk. Phoenix sighed, his tone flat. “I’ll just pay Sean for his services. I’m not up for any ‘all-you-can’ nonsense.” “What about kiss-all-you-can with Atticus? You’re not into that either?” Andrei teased. Annoyed, Phoenix ended the Skype call and immediately dialed Sean’s number.

"She seems unsatisfied." Crew chuckled, then reached for my hand. I backed away and gave him a look. "Just wanted to check to see if you have a CTR ring on." "I don't." "So you don't have to Choose The Right? You're not a Mo-Mo?" "A Mormon? No. Why?" "Just wanted to know what to expect. They tend to be a little prude—" "Pretend I'm wearing the ring." I cut him off. He laughed. "Gladly. As I was saying, they're either prude or nymphos, and I like those odds."