I'm Mister Lover Man Novels & Stories

* Jana * He was exactly where I wanted him, standing in his own penthouse, staring at me like he'd just lost control without even realizing how neatly I'd taken it from him. Lawrence Dankworth. The untouchable one. The man with iron discipline and colder eyes than most men I'd met in this city. Yet tonight, his gaze betrayed him. That flicker of hunger he tried so hard to bury... I'd seen it. Felt it. And more importantly, I'd planted it.

He behaves more like a protective lover than an employee. I suppress my jealousy, I trust Loraine completely. More than once she told me that she loves me and when I’m deep inside her as her orgasm floods over her, she repeats it breathlessly in my ear. She is a wild mistress, guiding me to whatever she wants at that moment. Her biting and grasping at my body parts and that urgent moaning drive my desire up enormously, often I lose myself in the game. I love her and I won't make the mistake Danner made. Possession leads to stupid actions and that has now cost him dearly.

I'm sure I only like him. Love? Do I love him? God, I must be in love with him. . c.m. louden

I just stared back at him with an unamused expression. "Hahaha, that's where you get the whole thing wrong, my dear. You see, no one would be coming home tonight. No one would come to save you. Not even God can save you from me. I laid this plan so carefully and made sure that no little details were left out because I knew how important this was... No one would be coming home, darling. So just make up your mind and open your sweet legs for me. I promise to be the best lover you've ever had because I'm going to give you amazing sex."

Hey, why is it that there are so many men who will like me, but there is a man who seems to never like me no matter what I do. *** ~Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home~ This time it was Travis who was holding my phone and he was the one recording the video, so I was singing Lover by my favorite singer Taylor Swift and when he went to my side the video, ~You're my, my, my, my Lover~ I continued to cry even though we both knew that I had no singing talent and then we laughed together afterwards. He just scratched his eyebrows and forehead while smiling as he brought the camera back to his face and then said,

I wanted? My body was one hundred percent on board. I masturbated in the shower this morning just imagining, imagining what it would be like to have your big cock filling me up more and more. But reality had implications I wasn't sure I could handle. Letting him fuck me meant I had agreed to be his lover. You're already his lover, idiot. No, I wasn't. We had messed around a few times. That wasn't a big deal. A few orgasms here or there from oral was more of a friends with benefits thing, not a lover thing. I didn't want to be the woman kept by Fausto Ravazzani.

Mister suddenly realized that she had secretly been distracting him while sending out a beacon of bright green light over their location, and leading everyone else straight to them. "You bitch! I should have known that you wouldn't come alone!" He shouted as he shifted and lunged for her at the same time. Lucky for the queen, she saw it coming in enough time to get out of the way. Mister landed hard on all fours just inside of the open doorway. He gasped really hard when he knocked the wind out of himself by brutally slamming his ribs against the corner of a table that was sitting just inside the shed entrance to the left of where he stopped.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked while fuming in anger. I hurriedly stood up not minding if my hair is all over my face, just to face the devil incarnate who gave me a mocking smile. “What a pleasant words coming from you, Jill. Didn’t you miss me? Well, I miss you so much, babe.” He stressed the last word as if to emphasize something. My face grimaced in disgust at the sight of the man who I have considered to be my first love. Only when I met Von did I realize that what I felt for this cheating piece of scumbag is very shallow.

Maren took a long drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke directly into my face. "Apologize," she said. "Tell me you're sorry, and I'll pretend none of this happened." The faint fruit-flavored smoke curled around me. I used to love that smell, but now it made my stomach turn. She had smoked the same cheap brand for ten years. I only found out a few days ago that their tagline was "One Love for a Lifetime". Maren Hale's one love for a lifetime was Roman Callister. My eyes burned and I blinked hard, holding her gaze. "Maren, I told you ten years ago that I would wait for you until I turned 35. You never said yes. So I'll find someone who will."