Jon Bellion Luxury Lyrics Novels & Stories

And he's so hot, no one can blame me for wanting this one. Lion is very, very still, but the energy around us starts feeling thick, just like when we were in the fitting room. He tightens his grip on my neck just a little bit, just enough to pull me up until my back is pressed against his chest… then he grinds his hard dick against my ass. We can’t come back from this. "Fuck," Lion lets out in a hoarse voice I haven't heard from him before, “Jolene.” No one has ever said my name like that before. Like it’s a sensual prayer.

"More wine, sir?" He looks up at me. "Yes." I can feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of my face as I refill his glass. "Bella," he says, my name rolling off his tongue like a new discovery. I stop. I return the bottle into the bucket of ice. "The name suits you," he adds, looking from my name tag to my face. His speaks in a clipped tone. Almost vaguely sarcastic, but he doesn't seem like the kind to say anything he doesn't mean.

He said with a smile. Lucus sang as he sat on the top of a building showing advertisements of Belleneé's fashion show. "Didn’t I but you first Didn't I reassure you Did you ever do these things for me? I don't mind complicated But the line is crossed, I'm waiting For a sincere apology But you can't when you are with me You need to find a way But you can't when you are with me You care with everyone else Just not me... Does nobody realise how sad these lyrics are? That melody is just to hide the pain of those words"