Jean Louisa Kelly Sexy Novels & Stories

Such a person must not be offended. But what surprised all of them was that the senior executive of Robert Group actually walked up to one of the women and spoke gently, "Ms. Jones, please follow me to the president's office." Sophie was stunned, but before she could speak, the woman beside her could no longer suppress her anger and asked, "What does this mean? The shady recruitment team of Robert Group?" "Isn't this woman just a little prettier? Did she sleep with your senior executives, so she could go through the door..."

Leah walked out of Damien Cross’s studio with her jacket wrapped tightly around her, even though the evening breeze was mild. Her steps were steady, but her mind wasn’t. It was everywhere. Every click of her heels against the pavement seemed to echo with his words...“Relax your mouth… feel your body.”

I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.

I made sure to pack those free hours with real date stuff. I glanced at my jewelry collection, contemplating if my lace-up denim ribbon choker was too much. It did match my denim shirt. The elbow-length sleeves would shelter me from excess cold. My black jeans stretched no matter where I turned. Perfect for the date I had planned. Yet, my heart raced at the thought of Lucian disapproving of my outfit. It was not like I could look less feminine. It was in my blood. I was a supreme dominant omega. From my voice down to my physique portrayed femineity.

Kelly was athletic and vigorous, yet clearly driving under the influence - my scent was making her unstable. Despite her ferocious nature, after stripping off her clothes, Kelly quickly rolled onto her stomach then brought her knees up in the classic 'ass up' sexual position. The last thing I wanted to do was to be a cheap replacement for Grandpa. When I was naked, I manhandled Kelly up and on top of me. There was nothing wrong with her instincts once she was there.

I say in a husky growl. The three of us walk hastily inside and up to the bedroom. Clothes quickly litter the floor and I take a good look at Claire. She had her head down in shame and her arms hugged protectively over her chest. She had the body of a model. Her stomach toned with tight abs, freshly waxed womanhood and her breasts seemed perky hidden by her arms. "You're fucking gorgeous," Kelly says in fascination, lowering Claire's arms. "Those other women are stupid to pass in someone who looks like a goddess."

I looked the other way and let out a frustrated sigh. “I have a gift for you,” she said as she got up from her seat and walked towards the couch, naked. “What is this? Get dressed quickly or I’ll call security here,” I shouted to her. However, too late. In a matter of minutes, Kelly was lying on the sofa and opened her legs wide as one hand stroked her pussy and her mouth let out a long moan. “You’re a normal guy, right? There’s no way you’re not tempted by my body. Don’t you want to taste any other pussy beside Jenny’s? Taste me until you’re satisfied, do anything you want, and I won’t complain,” Kelly teased.

she confessed with a grimace. “Oh, God, you are not!” Jennie covered her mouth with her hand but couldn’t cover the laughter. Kelly nodded and she felt the now-familiar red heat creep into her cheeks. When she recovered, Jennie pursed her lips and thought for a moment. “Well, you could go with it and have hot, wild monkey sex for a year with one of the hottest men on the continent.” Kelly laughed at Jennie’s characterization of the situation but then dropped her smile. “No way. I couldn’t do that. The guy dates supermodels and actresses with gorgeous, stick-thin bodies. I’d feel so stupid.”

"Maybe I'll get to see some make up sex." "Don't hold your breath," I say, taking her hand again as we walk up to Kelly's door. I had called ahead so that Kelly would know we were coming. Kelly opens the door wearing the Vogue version of sexy outwear, a skintight skirt and lots of enticing cleavage. Lauren almost starts laughing and I suck in a breath to keep from joining her. "Oh," Kelly says, "I didn't know you were bringing Lauren." Maybe I forgot to mention that on the phone.

“You’re so very beautiful. You have no idea.” “Kelly Anne says I’m not sexy. She says I’m cute, like a doll, but not sexy. I don’t do sexy, though…” I admit, and I’m rambling. Nerves. “I’m sick of hearing what that idiot Kelly Anne says,” he says, and my eyes widen. “You’re sexy and you’re cute. You’re everything she’d want to be if she wasn’t putting it out to anyone who’ll have her after a few tequilas.”