I'm Mister Lover Man Novels & Stories

"Do you have any idea what it's like to be unloved in your own home? To give all—your body, your health, your soul—and be treated as a stranger? And now this…" I hid my face in my hands. "I can't believe this occurred." He turned to the door. "You thought it enough to cry in my arms last night." It rendered me speechless. "I've seen your type before," he continued. "The sulky, miserable ones. The dead-eyed, smile-through-it ones. You play-act until play-acting is all you're ever any good at." He pushed open the door and glanced over his shoulder at me once, smiled. Not warmly. Just

"I am not your property." I glared back. "You belong to me, and me only," I shot back. "She belongs to me, asshole," Mr. Douchebag said. I snorted. "No, she doesn't. Who is she to you anyway?" I asked. As Paige walked towards him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, and said," He's my boyfriend."

"I don't know. Maybe I'm going back to my original timeline. Maybe I'm disappearing for good." He then smiled at me with his youthlike innocence and said, "I think it's because that 30-year-old brat finally rediscovered his true self and knows how to love you properly now. I don't need to stay here and protect you anymore. "Don't hurt yourself anymore, Kitty. I know that my 30-year-old self has made a lot of mistakes, but trust me, my love for you has never changed a single bit. "Please give me and yourself another chance to walk down this path together for the rest of your life, okay?"

M A R K _________ I captured her lower lip and she suck my upper lip slowly. It continued Slowly steadily. I lead my hands down from her waist. Pulling the fabric up I touched her bare skin. She clutched on me more tightly and pressed my arm around her even more tighter. Her soft boobs pressed on my chest. But we kept kissing sweetly like lovers do. Fuck you Robinson!! Don't act like a lovesick teenager. Just fuck her Man!! Clutching her bare waist with both hands I turned us around. Making her rest under me I deepened the kiss and put my hands inside her lingerie. The thought of holding her all NAKED in my arms made me more stiff. My mouth filled with saliva.

Mister handsome grabbed a new towel napkin, and he started using it to clean the bloodstain on my body. "Do you still want to know my name or do you prefer calling me Mister handsome?" He asked as he used the napkin to clean my pussy. His hand in-between my leg made me close my eyes because I'm expecting more. I don't mind if he fuck my pussy once more because I need it. "Pumpkin!" Mister handsome called out my name because I was lost. "I...Mister handsome is what you should be called." I mumble as I close my eyes. "I'm only planning on washing you up, and I don't plan on having sex with you." He declared, which made me chuckle.

“It is time you stepped down and stopped torturing me and my lover. I am the man she loves… the father of her children and the only man she…….” “You are nothing more than a clown.”

Proudly, confidently, I raised my chin. Smiling at the men in general, swaying my hips just a little, knowing that the audience of men was watching lasciviously, I stepped close to my lover. Then, placing my hands on his smooth jacket, I rose on my tip toes and murmured seductively just loud enough for everyone to hear, "Darling... I miss you so..." The shout of laughter from the old man in the Stetson was instantaneous. "Looks like your little lady wants to send you a message, look at that, on her shirt, man!' he chortled.

With crying voice. Manik is very angry Because of her shout but he answered her calmly Because he know after sometime he can do anything with her.. Man:you have to be my mistress and no one can save you baby.. Nan:never with angry tone.. Man:is this your last decision?..And smirked.. Nan:yes now get out..Shouted.. Man: really.. I ask you to think but you look determined.. but still I am giving you chance..Are you sure..Answer me but after seeing this and took some papers from his pocket along with his phone..Nandu didn't say anything..

Yes ‘my’ not ‘our’ because I use every opportunity, even the slightest to get possessive. Beauty and brains! Shoot me!! Mr. Brett is his name. Gosh, his name also screams sexy. He is drop-dead stunning, hot as steam. I could literally salivate looking at him. Mr. Brett was obviously a rebel. He has so many visible tattoos and a bad temper. He was not exactly my taste in guys, but somehow, I managed to fall head over heels in love with him.

I tease with a wicked smirk he would imagine me keeping. "I love your figure, it's perfect, enchanting and amazing and one out of a billion. I could spend eternity just staring at it and running my fingers over it because I don't want to ever stop." "Hmm, okay, lover boy." "Are you ready to become Mrs Gate?"