Johnny Sins Solo Novels & Stories

Bent me over the railing, titties hanging over the edge now, silk still bunched and wet now, ass up. Cock at my ass, he it tapped repeatedly. “Want this?” he asked. “Yesss… please—” He spit, on his cock slicked himself and my asshole. He pushed in slow. Fuck. It Burned. Then pleasure crashing in. I moaned into my own arm. He entered completely and groaned low. Jonah started thrusting in, slow rolls at first. Then going deeper. Harder. Hand between my legs again, fingers pumping my pussy, thumb on clit. Double penetration with his body and hand.

It’s written all over him, from his perfect features, to the smirk that plays along his lips. "The name is Sinful," he murmurs. "Nice to meet you."

He just makes everything so fucking better. ~ "I'll get it!" Sinclair yells, coming into sight and my eyes drink him in; he's dressed in gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips with a shirt dangling off his shoulder. "You will?" He looks back at me at my words before shaking his head and throwing his shirt over his head. "Yes, Ma'am. " He jokes with a bow before heading to the front door and I look back at Ara with a smile. "Want more?" She shakes her head and stuffs the spoon in her mouth.

Sloan stood on tiptoe and leaned over to Johnny to whisper in his ear, “Your cheeks are red and your heart is beating really fast.” Johnny groaned and rubbed the sides of his butt again. Yes, he was embarrassed. He never thought he'd see Sloan, dressed as a Madonna and prostitute hybrid, smelling like apples and rubbing her breasts at the same time. She knew what she was doing, it was even clearer now. “Listen, Sloan…” “Leave Sloan's name to the office, Johnny,” she said with a smile.

Damien was alone with his chain, breathings, blood, and the echo of his father’s words. He tried to plan. Strategy felt like muscle memory he had trained into being. He flexed fingers that had once been precise in killing. Chains were less forgiving than paper. The metal that held him was the metal he had once ordered made. He had to find its weakness. He had to scan the room with the one usable sense left after pain: sound.

He accepted her words and in return wanted her to accept his touch, his closeness, his sin. Closing her watery eyes, Aniya wrapped her arms around his neck which made him press his mouth against her lips because this was what all of this was about. He traded his sin to her and in return, she accepted to become a sinner. It was nothing more than the trade of acceptance.

The penthouse was supposed to be empty. Joelle Hayes had checked the security app twice before letting herself in with her master key at 11:17 p.m. Ethan Sinclair, the thirty-six-year-old tech billionaire whose empire spanned three continents and whose face graced the cover of every “Most Eligible” list in Manhattan, was listed as “out of residence” until tomorrow morning.

"Now, baby doll, you're gonna be a good little gay and when I get off you, you're gonna get up and follow me out of the house silently. If you make a sound or any sudden movement, I'm gonna shove this knife in your neck, got it?" I heard some muffled shuffling and then a stern, "Move!" He was taking him with him, he was fucking taking him with him. I paced around in my room. I have never felt so much fucking helpless in my life before. John finally picked up. "John, I want you to get your ass down to Nikolai's apartment, he is in fucking trouble. I need you to take as many men with you as possible. I need him fucking safe and sound, you hear me!"

Victor was known to find a liking for anyone with a pussy. I passed by the guards. Usually, everyone who entered had to be patted down, but they nodded at me and turned away. They knew I carried, and also knew that if they even bothered asking -I wouldn't take it too likely. The newbie who stopped me could attest for that. I met Santino in the private section. It was a few feet above the dance floor, overlooking the crowd.

Vincenzo advised. “Then, we just have to use a different method. Call Nicolo, I want to speak with him.” He ordered. Vincenzo sighed before nodding. “Okay, I will take care of everything.” Meanwhile, Pietro looked restless; he kept on tapping the floor with his feet, unable to remain calm. “That bastard, is he trying to take revenge on us for taking half of his firearm deal?” Pietro added as he punched the wall beside him. Pietro might not have the same conflict with Sergio as Dante, but Pietro hated that man with passion.