Jenna Ortega In Lingerie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When my fiance's childhood sweetheart, Jenna Gray, gets assigned to a rural work program, he, Austin Bell, volunteers to go with her for three years. Before leaving, he holds my hand and tells me a promise. "Save up while I'm gone and build our wedding fund. We'll get married as soon as I come back." Save up my ass. The moment he leaves, I start living my best life. A year later, Austin, who's supposed to be miles away in some rural village, shows up at our door with Jenna in tow. They're here to ask for money. What he sees when he walks through the door is me, eight months pregnant, lounging on the couch and watching TV. His hands tremble as he points at my pregnant belly. "I've been

“Please…Mr Hayes!“ He didn’t wait. Christian thrust in deep, almost hitting my womb. “Shit…Yes Christian, harder.” He slowed. “That’s not what you call me when you’re begging like this.” My walls clenched around him, hating how much I loved the correction. “What should I call you then?” His next thrust was hard. I gasped. “It’s Daddy to you, Liv.” “Daddy?” I slurred. “But… that’s what Jenna calls you.” His grip on my waist tightened. “She isn't the only one allowed to, so whenever I'm f******* this p**** you call me Daddy. Understood?!” “Fu...Yes daddyy” Lord forgive me. I wasn't drowning in sin anymore. I was choosing it. ~~~ Olivia Be

"I want to be there for you, to protect you and show you the beauty in life. Let me be your guide, my love." Kimani Campbell, a young artist, is drawn into the dark world of gang lord Dallas Ortega after being captivated by one of his paintings. Dallas is intrigued by Kimani's innocence and art, and as they explore the city together, they find a connection that transcends their different worlds. Kimani shows Dallas the beauty of life, while he reveals the harsh reality of the city. They face challenges, but they stand by each other and discover a love that defies all odds. In a world filled with violence and despair, Kimani and Dallas's story is a testament to the power of lov

On our third wedding anniversary, my wife's first love came back to town. Right in front of everyone, he pulled out a piece of lingerie and handed it to her. "I always thought you looked your best in this," he said. As the crowd laughed, my wife didn't get upset—instead, she looked almost coy. "Well, that depends on who I'm wearing it for," she replied. Then she turned to me, her eyes dripping with contempt. "Why would I bother trying to impress a man with no romance in his bones?" Her first love shot me a smug look. I just smiled, raised my glass to him, and walked off. But suddenly, my wife didn't look so sure of herself anymore.

"Come on Jenna. Just one word." He taunt. He gripped my wrist in one hand and trailed his hand down my side to my hips. His hand went under my shirt and rested on my skin that sent sparks through my body. His finger did designs over my skin while he continue to nibble on the spot of my neck. "St-" His mouth come off my skin and I felt his glaze on my face. I open my eyes and barely see any hazel in his eyes. His eyes are fighting to get back to his regular eye color but the desire from him is fighting over his body. His lips are plump and my neck burns from the air hitting my raw neck.l don't know how he manage to bite my skin from the scabs from trying to heal my wounds but he manage to do

“I would like to introduce you all to the person who will be overseeing this project, our new project manager, Jenna Anderson.” Being followed by the students and teachers clapping their hands, which was then followed by the click-clacking sound of high heels on wooden floors, and my eyes widened as my heart started the pound with surprise and anticipation at what my eyes were seeing next. Long, lean legs, a perfect ass wrapped up in a black pencil skirt. A blouse that hugged every perfect curve. Blonde hair that was right now up in a high ponytail instead of loose like it had been on New Year’s Eve. I couldn’t help but smile widely, believing that fate had intertwined our paths once again.

She spent her life saving hearts, until the man who ruled an empire of violence shattered hers. Jenna Blake should have been finishing her final year of cardiology, standing at the edge of a future she had built with discipline, sacrifice, and quiet determination. She was gentle, obedient, a healer with steady hands and a soft heart, someone meant for hospitals, not the shadows of the mafia. Everything changed the day Evan Grant stepped into her life. Forced into marriage with the man who commands fear and respect, Jenna loses her career, her dreams, and the life she fought to create. He is feared by all, yet the feared look up to him. Power comes naturally to him. Control is instin

"Can you cut your crap and stop whining?" A growl from the back of the kink shop can be heard, passer-bys try not to look at the slender woman who stood quivering infront of her seemingly annoyed husband. "Hun, may I ask why we're here-","-Well one of the reasons is you're a bore" The atmosphere felt tight, heavy even. Snickering can be heard from afar and abit of chatter that can be obvious the topic is about them: sexually frustrated husband dragging his wife in a kink and lingerie shop. "Here-" The man took a garment from the rack that looked to be of a school uniform. It had a tiny crop top and a skirt that was as small as a belt. "-wear it or so help me, you will walk home"

"Take it, Jenna. Take your brother’s dick like a good girl" My body trembled, a confusing mix of fear and something else I refused to name. "You're disgusting." I choked out as I gagged on his dick. “Table manner Sis, you don’t talk with your mouth full”. *********************************************After the incident that almost landed her in jail, Jenna’s mother ships her off to the countryside to live with her father and his new family that she barely knows. But distance doesn’t guarantee repentance, not when trouble comes in the form of two dangerously familiar faces. She never meant to catch the attention of the

Monica Banks had it all—beauty, fame, and a rising career as one of the industry's top lingerie models. Her distinctive curves and magnetic presence made her a favorite on every runway and billboard. But at the peak of her success, she gave it all up. Not for herself, but for her father—agreeing to marry Liam McKenzie, a cold and calculating business tycoon, in exchange for a crucial deal that would save her family’s company. The McKenzie family loathed her profession. To them, modeling lingerie was shameful. They gave her a choice: her career or the marriage. Monica chose Liam, foolishly hoping her sacrifice would earn his love. She terminated her contract—despite her agency’s desperate