Kaitlan Collins Sexy Novels & Stories

I slide two fingers in, gather up some wetness and rub it on my clit slowly, I push another finger in my pussy and the sensation makes me arch of the bed. I hear a crack, like the sound of the bedroom door opening and I look up and see Killian leaning against the door. "Oh, please continue mi Lena, I'm enjoying the show." He tells me with a sexy smile on his face. "Did I wake you?" I ask him, he's still leaning against the wall watching me like a predator watches their prey. —Killian—

Jack Moore smirked. A satisfactory thing seeing the shocking expression on him Killian's face. "Guess you're not the only one good with surprise, Killian Dante." He chuckled, arms spread in mock triumph. "I am not dead. I'm very much alive." He pulled Cassandra to his body in a way that showed possessiveness.

He looked up at me with dark eyes and pinched the wet nipple hard between his thumb and finger, twisting it just enough to make me gasp loud. The sharp sting shot straight to my clit and my pussy clenched hard, more slick flooding out of me. “Listen to that moan,” Kylan said, smirking. “You’re full of shit, sis. Your body wants this. That pussy is leaking all over itself. I can feel how hot you are even without touching it yet. Just relax and let us take care of you. We know what we’re doing. College girls don’t know how to handle two cocks at once but you… you look like you could take it all night.”

He was stroking himself slowly, watching me over Joseph's shoulder, and when he caught my eye, he grinned and licked his lips. “When he's done,” Kingsley said, “I'm taking your ass again. Properly this time. I'm going to fuck it until you can't sit for a week. Until every time you shift in your seat tomorrow, you feel me inside you.” Collins knelt beside us. His face was next to mine, his lips brushing my ear, and his hand slid down my belly until his fingers found my clit. “And while he does that,” Collins murmured, “I'm going to fuck your mouth. I'm going to hold your head still and use your throat until I come. And you're going to swallow every drop. Aren't you?”

she said, her voice full of pride. “Anyway, bye — see you then…” She hung up immediately. The phone buzzed again almost right away. Photos started flooding in. I opened the first one and froze. Killian was gorgeous. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp jawline, dark hair, and intense eyes that seemed to stare straight through the screen. In one photo he was smiling, holding the baby. In another he was shirtless by a pool, muscles glistening. My breath hitched. Immediately, I felt a new rush of fresh wetness leaking out of my slick cunt.

It was the man sitting in the chair across from him. Lucian Romano looked different in daylight. Less shadow, more substance. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his expensive suit tailored to fit his broad shoulders like a second skin. Without the ski mask, I could see his face clearly: sharp cheekbones, a jaw that could cut glass, and those impossible green eyes that seemed to see straight through me. He was beautiful in the way that dangerous things often are. Like a blade or a wildfire. "Miss Carter," Dean Walsh said, gesturing to the empty chair next to Lucian. "Please, sit."

“You don’t have to have us over. You can ask Cassandra everything you want to know. I’m sure she will tell you everything. She and Tiffany have been friends for quite a while.” I step inside the spare bedroom and put the suitcase on the bed next to the other one. Kyle shakes his head and sets the bag he is holding on the bed next to the others. “No. I can’t do that. Cassandra is very jealous, and if I ask a bunch of questions about a friend of hers, she will explode. I don’t want to deal with an extremely angry kitty.” I pop open the suitcase in front of me. “I don’t think so. Cassandra knows exactly how you feel about her, and she also knows exactly how Tiffany feels towards me. M

“Oh, for the love of Captain Hammer’s nipples. Yes, that’s all. We met for coffee. We talked. I played the whole ‘wanting to get to know you’ game. He was . . . nice enough. I guess.” “Nice enough? Well fuck me in the ass with a splintery wooden spoon and call me Sally Struthers . . . Sarah Killian, you little goodie-girl, you like this guy, don’t you?” “Will you please not use my fucking real name while we are on assignment? And no, I do not like Duke Anderson. He’s a low-life hillbilly hick who I wouldn’t even give a passing glance to if it weren’t for this damn mission.”

Fine, don't mind reading it if you're lazy. I want to say that, but nevermind. "And the guy who you insulted, Catalina, is the Ultimate Hot Heartthrob here. The girls here is starting to hate you because Seymour kissed you." The smirk on her lips is weird. Like a mocking smirk. I roll my eyeballs. "You're lucky. Seymour only does that when he's annoyed." What the fucking fuck? He is the Lucky one and he kissed a Catalina De Villa! Wait.. So he got annoyed, he's kisses? So, he also kissing a boy? What the ef?