Indecent Proposal Novel Novels & Stories

Ava I was still catching my breath, sprawled across Calder's chest with his cum leaking out of me and our sweat mixing into this gross sticky mess that somehow felt perfect, when the adrenaline hit me like a freight train out of nowhere, making my heart pound all over again even though we'd just fucked like animals. "Hey," I said suddenly, propping up on one elbow, smirking down at his flushed face. "Let's pretend we're at a secret kink auction right here in the room. You're the prize, I'm the buyer. Come on, it'll be fun. distract us from the whole department blowing up your phone." He blinked up at me, still panting, one hand lazily stroking my hip. "What? Ava, you're insane…. we just… "

I Seduced My Boss’s Elegant Wife Until She Became My Desperate Little Slut Three weeks of getting fucked senseless by Damien had turned me into a greedy little addict. His cock was incredible. Thick, relentless, and always leaving me leaking his cum on the drive home. But the more he used me, the more I craved something even more forbidden. I wanted to corrupt his perfect, ice-queen wife. Elena Harrington was everything I wasn’t. Elegant, poised, rich, and always so fucking composed. The kind of woman who wore silk robes and pearls while drinking morning coffee. The thought of turning her into a dripping, cheating mess made my pussy throb every time I saw her.

Just the two of us. He didn’t offer me a seat. Instead, he stood close, too close, studying my face. “You said you’ve been having impure thoughts about a priest,” he said softly. “Tell me… what exactly do you imagine him doing to you?” My face burned. My thighs pressed together instinctively. “I… I imagine him kissing me,” I whispered. “Touching me. Taking me in ways that are forbidden.” His breathing had grown heavier. “And does that make you wet, Isabella? Does imagining a man of God fucking you make your innocent little pussy ache?”

“That’s not even the craziest part. Someone saw Marcus Reed leaving his office late last night with his shirt untucked. They say she’s taking both of them. Maybe even more. The new girl is basically the company whore.” “They say she even smells like sex every time someone passes beside her. Ewww,” the first woman added. My face burned with humiliation. I clutched my bag tighter and quickly walked toward the elevator before they could notice me. My legs were still shaky from everything Damien had done to me just minutes ago. His thick cum was still slowly leaking down my inner thighs as I moved. The ride down to the ground floor felt endless. Every whisper I imagined hearing made my stomach t

that he had a problem in that department? Impossible. Absolutely impossible. Ethan was the male protagonist of a novel. How could a male protagonist possibly be impotent? Maybe...he simply had no desire for her. Thinking about it carefully, the first night they shared a bed, she had been the one to initiate things. Ethan hadn't even prepared protection. That meant he had never intended to sleep with her in the first place. So all that worrying earlier had been unnecessary. The male protagonist's innocence must be reserved for the female lead.

The one whose name strikes fear into the heart of others Kenzo Rossi… A workaholic with no social life, he needs a date for a business dinner. She needs the money for the next day… Just when Elizabeth’s love life gets trampled on, A tall manly, blue-eyed demon comes crashing in Elizabeth’ might just be getting more than she bargained for when she becomes ‘The Escort’ (I hope you read it and please let me know which you think is better, thank you.)

Ethan’s POV I was just starting to fall asleep when the door swung open. Moving into a sitting position, I watched cautiously as Candace sauntered into the room in her usual elegant, authoritative manner. All she had on was a thin pair of shorts and a grey, silk camisole that framed her full breasts perfectly. The two little dots that were her nipples were visible through the material and I almost couldn’t take my eyes away from them as she approached the bed. Although she didn’t show it, I was sure she was aware of the attention I was giving her breasts. They were simply far too attractive to look at for me to try to be discreet about it.

Nikolai’s jaw tightens. I lean in closer. “If you want a male slut, go buy one. They’re cheaper on the corner of Houston and you won’t have to stalk them. Or is that part of the kink? Getting off on how disgusting and easy I am?” “Aiden, stop,” he growls. He looks really angry now. Like I’ve crossed a line I wasn’t supposed to. But I can’t. The words are spewing out of me now. “I’m not your charity case. I’m not some sad little toy you get to mess with because you’re bored. You want someone who’ll drop to his knees the second you snap your fingers? Fine. Go get someone.”

But still, I was on the winning edge as it is evident he hasn’t either said the same to Autumn. I flippee to a page of the book and scrolled over the images of a girl pleasuring herself with the smooth ends of what resembles a stick. Remembering how he made me wet by fingering me, I do the same to myself, letting out a few soft moans. Imagining that Han is hovering over me, performing his naughty magic on me, I heard my moans getting louder and louder, until I convulsed with what seemed like a small pool of my wetness. After I was done, I cleaned myself with a cloth and took the other side of the bed to sleep.

I said quickly. Edric stood up. He took a deep breath. "Let me try one more time." "Okay. After that, you will follow my path." Edric left, leaving me alone in the hotel room. I continued pouring wine and looked at my phone. I feel sick of all the news saying that Laksana Davendra Ishan has secretly proposed to Citra. A mentally ill woman like her can't beat me. (Kayshila)