James Franco Smut Novels & Stories

Francesca was even more devastated and screamed back, "What right do you have to blame me? I wouldn't be in this mess if you weren't jealous of Raphael! I wouldn't be stuck like this if you hadn't planned to frame him! Compensate me! I want 100 grand— No, one million! Give it to me!" James's eyes were bloodshot as he growled, "Money, my ass! I'll kill you!" Then, he pounced, his hands wrapping around her throat. Francesca had grown up in the countryside. She might be skinny, but she packed a punch. So, she immediately fought back, grappling with James.

But why are they handcuffing him like he- wait. "When you say forcing himself, you mean...?" "He tried to rape her. But it didn’t happen. We’re taking care of it. Don't do an..." Franco has his face against the glass of the van with his hands tied behind him as the soldiers talk to General James. Hearing nothing but my blood pumping against my ears, I move and walk towards him like I’m on autopilot. When I get to him I bury my hand in his hair and pull him to me only to bring him back hard, smashing his fucking head against the glass of the van with all the power I can muster.

His eyes then glanced at Grey, who skimmed at him sarcastically. "Hey, little boy!" chirped Fratti to Grey. "You such a bigmouth. One day someone will punch a hole in your leg!" Grey cursed, annoyed, and walked away from Fratti. James only shook his head and lit a cigarette. He hadn't smoked in a long time. Today, he did it again. "Where's that woman?" James asked Fratti. Fratti glanced at the car parked across the street from him. "Where's Lordes?" Fratti asked back, and James had one of his bodyguards get the middle-aged woman out of his car. Fratti turned to Lordes emotionlessly.

He never see the side of me huh? "You look so cute." James said as he patt a tissue to my mouth and Sky looked at him "A S S H O L E" Sky mocked me and oh you think you can do that? I throw tacos at him at him and he looked at me disbelieF "Do you think I'm joking?" I tilted my head and smiled cutely to him "Dude don't mess with her, I swear you won't like it." James said and chuckled. I opened the ice cream from James

“You didn’t need to inform anybody… Specially Mer. Stefano Rossi.” “Fine?” James scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re lucky to be alive. And, hey—next time you feel like scaring the life out of someone, could you skip the whole self-destructive act?” Rican shot him a sharp look, but James just met his stare evenly, undeterred. After a beat, Rican’s lips curved into the faintest hint of a smile, though it was gone in an instant. “You’re impossible,” Rican sighed, settling back against the pillows.

“My pussy is completely wrecked and still leaking your cum. I’ve never been this full before.” James groaned and climbed on top of me, his heavy body pressing me down into the table. He rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down my sloppy slit, mixing his cum with my fresh cream, making everything even wetter and nastier. “You’re such a filthy little massage slut,” he growled, staring into my eyes. “Coming in here acting professional and ending up with your legs spread like a cheap whore, begging for more cock. Your pussy is so sloppy right now I can hear it every time I move.”

The thought of them taking me drove me to the edge. Philip spread my legs wide and continued from where he left off, licking and sucking my mound while I cried. He stuck his tongue into my c*nt and f*cked me with it. "Can you take our dragon cocks, Jane?" James asked, and I was too gone to respond. Philip's tongue was cold, and I felt the pleasurable sting of ice in my p*ssy, and I cried. " Cum Jane. Make that p**sy wet for us." James said, and I cried. I saw colours, and I was yet to cum.

Out of the band, their hair was shortest, not quite getting into their eyes. “Ignore the folic-ly challenged, Em. Champagne?” James, whose hair definitely regularly got into his mouth and everywhere else, which was why he was currently rocking a messy man-bun brought out a piccolo bottle and popped the top, handing it to her. “Classy,” he said when she took a swig direct from the bottle. “No different than drinking a beer from the bottle,” she pointed out. “Hey, not criticising. I love a woman who is not afraid to dispense with the niceties,” James replied laughing.