James Franco Smut Novels & Stories

I quickly heard Sir Franco's swearing because of Ma'am Jessica's laugh which immediately surprised me and that made Ma'am Jessica laugh even more which made my forehead crease as I am watching her still laughing. Sir Franco suddenly widened his eyes when he just realized that he had just cursed right in front of me. "Oh, shoot! I am sorry, Andra! I am sorry for cursing!" he said while starting to panic now that just made me laugh together with Ma'am Jessica. Sir Franco immediately frown and pouted while looking at me. "Stop laughing already, Jess, and do start taking pictures of us now!" Sir Franco annoyingly said while both of his hands are now on his front pockets.

He wasn't one to hold a grudge but James' words were too fresh in his head. James smirked a little, trying to lighten the mood. He must be feeling the tension. "Well, you look like hell." His shirt was crumpled, hair tousled, and his pants were pleated like a damn designer curtain. He knew exactly how he looked. Callum stepped inside the area of the tape and grumbled a "Fuck you” under his breath. "Something tells me that's what you're not getting." James wore an obnoxious smirk, it was funny how everything he said revolved around sex. This time he was right.

Francoise says, raising an eyebrow at James. “I am Francoise Cassel! When I touch a woman she is already pregnant with me” “Oh my goddess!” James yelled and started to laugh. “You're nothing but a dandy. No - you're worse!” but he stopped right there and James started to curse. “What happened?” Meredith asked and she was already on her feet walking to James' seat. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” and James starts to cry so loudly that scares everyone because he never cried in his life.

Can a man have a Mona Lisa smile? Whatever he's thinking, James isn't saying. He looks across at me, then down to her again, bending to kiss the top of her head. And as he offers a hand to pull her upright, his expression morphs to amusement. She's been fucked by five, dripping with sweat and cum, face, tits, stomach and thighs streaked wet and her hair, a riot in red, is running amok, as is her makeup. She looks amazing… "Thank you, Charlotte." says James "That was magnificent. And now, perhaps a shower?"

Turning to James I say hesitantly, “I’ve been reading a book. One of Annie’s.. about.. being fully dominated. And I was wondering if we could try that?” I can tell that James is surprised since our first attempt to act out a scene from a smutty book didn’t go so well, but then he gets a devilish grin and nods, “safe word?” “Red, I guess?” I answer, slightly stunned that he’d agreed so quickly. “Dirty talk?” He asks. I nod, “yes please.” His grin gets bigger, “daddy and sir?” He asks hopefully. “Yes sir.” “Then strip, little slut, and get into position,” he orders as he starts to undress.

‘No, Franco non 'tempo divertente', sono puttane e saranno usate come tali’ [No, Franco not ‘fun time’,they are whores and will be used as such] He grabbed the nearest and pushed her to her knees slapping her hard he unzipped his pants, ‘'Fai il tuo lavoro puttana’ [Do your job whore] The young woman was a virgin and had never even seen a man’s cock let alone sucked one and she looked at him helplessly, angry at her hesitance, he slapped her again and forced her to open her mouth. Ramming deep she gagged but got the message and sucked him, it wasn’t enough. His eyes fell on the other girl her younger sister and he did not have to explain it to her she sank to her knees and followed her siste

~~Alex~~ The door clicked shut behind me, and James didn’t even bother hiding the smirk twisting across his face. He lifted his brows like he’d just caught me stealing candy out of a church offering plate. “Well,” he drawled, dragging out the word, “that was… intimate. You planning on writing me in the will as compensation for—”

“Because I’m itching to have some fun.” “Me too, Fratello. Me too.” I said as my men opened a path for Francisco and me. As soon as Santoro heard our footsteps, he lifted his head and smiled at us cockily. I really hate the fūcker. Him and his son. “It took you long enough,” he stated calmly before spitting out blood to the side. “You’d think he wouldn’t be so cocky when he’s going to die,” Francisco hissed as he ripped open his shirt.

“You didn't care when it mattered most.” Franco's eyes flickered with pain. “I know,” he said. “I've made a lot of mistakes, and I regret every single one of them.” “That's easy to say now,” I said. “But words are cheap.” “I know that actions speak louder than words,” Franco said. “And I'm determined to prove to you that I've changed.” I stared into his eyes, searching for any sign of truth. But all I saw was the same charming facade he had always used to manipulate me.

He moaned softly before he stretched his hand to Bullet's head. He continued to push her head deeper and fasted so he could achieve an orgasm. After a few minutes of sexual pleasure, Francesco made a loud groan as he released his sperm into Bullet's mouth. I heard her choke quite a little as she must have swallowed his cum. “This is what you will miss if you don't let me touch you.” Francesco whispered amidst heavy breathing. The biggest smile in his entire lifetime played on his lips. “You're a bastard.” I muffled under my breath.