Kaitlan Collins Sexy Novels & Stories

This new feeling was so beautiful and certainly was the best feeling in the world. They had a delightful dinner together and Caitlin had prepared a very delicious meal. Kane couldn't control himself. He ate until he was so full that he could barely stand. Caitlin couldn't help but laugh at how silly he looked after eating so much. Kane was surprised. He had never seen her laugh. She had the most beautiful laugh. She was indeed the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. After a while, he put Sultan to sleep by patting his back softly and Caitlin took him to his room to sleep. They both watched him doze off with smiling faces. For a moment it felt like they were married couples. They looked at

Killian had a way of making me feel endlessly sexy. He leaned back and pulled his shirt over his head in one seamless move. It made a wet splat when it hit the grass, but my eyes were on Killian. Trails of water ran between the grooves of rippling muscles. His heavy breathing caused his chest to rise and fall, accenting each undulation. The air was hot and heavy, even with the rain. I loved running in this weather and I was discovering that I might like wet outdoor sex, too. Killian suddenly stood and removed his pants as fast as the drenched material allowed.

“I need to, I think. I didn’t before we came here, but … now I do.” She rolled to her side, propping her head up on her elbow. His heart leapt. There wasn’t a single swimsuit model that could possibly be more beautiful than Kalia, with her unconscious, uncalculated sensuality. It was a provocative pose, her breasts nearly spilling out of her top, her waist seeming even smaller, her hip rounder, in that position, yet he could see nothing in her eyes that even hinted at any knowledge of it. Kalia wasn’t sheltered. She wasn’t naive. But she seemed so unaware of the power she could wield over a man. Of the power she had over him now.

“We like being watched by people who know what they want.” Noah was solid, well-built, cock already showing interest when they undressed. Selene’s body was the kind that made both Kai and Elara pause: full, high breasts with dark nipples, a narrow waist flaring into hips, smooth skin, completely bare and meticulously clean. Kai walked around her once. Elara did the same, noting the way Selene held eye contact without challenge or submission—just quiet confidence. “Fuck,” Kai said simply.

She also has a huge team with actual paparazzi. “If you want our pictures to be believable, you have to relax around me.” Killian said. “I am relaxed around you.” “I mean when I touch you.” He leaned over and caressed the side of my face. I felt goosebumps and instantly stiffened. “See?” Killian laughed. “It’s not my fault you’re so gross.” I huffed and inched away from him. “Am I?” He murmured huskily, slowly closing the gap between us. “Or is it because I get you so wet that you can’t control yourself around me?”

he said and stood infront of her with a backpack hanging on one shoulder. Kamala laughed dryly at the joke she just heard. When she stopped, she tried to get up and he stepped forward and helped her. “Is this what you guys at Sexizen do? Stalk temporary signees to their places like creeps?” She scolded. “I'm sorry. I brought you some ice and…” “I don't need your ice Collin!” she protested. “Why are you so mad at me? You chose that fetish yourself and hell, we're both being paid to do that” he said, raising his voice a little above normal.

Kaiden’s eyes locked to my half naked frame. “My sweet, wicked slut.” His finger reached for the waistband of my panties, pushing it down to the floor. Lifting my legs, he parted my thighs wide open, giving himself a clear view of my pink drenched pussy. “Fuck, Calantha. What are you really? A fucking sex goddess?” He immediately went on his knees and lowered his head into my core, licking and twirling his tongue over my clit. I vibrated under him, trying my best to keep my moan quiet.

The crimson dress clung to Emilia like a second skin, its silk whispering against her legs with every hesitant step. She tugged at the fabric nervously, but there was no denying its effect—it transformed her into someone bold, dangerous even. The mirror had shown her a stranger: lips painted red, eyes darkened by kohl, a woman who looked powerful but felt anything but. Dante stood at the door, a predator in a tailored black suit, his cufflinks gleaming under the chandelier’s glow. When his gaze landed on her, it was like fire striking dry wood—hungry, consuming, inevitable.

He casually wore a bath towel on his lower body, and his deep eyes looked towards the bed. The bed was empty. The woman had left, but there was a trace of dark red on the white sheets. Roy frowned slightly, feeling a little irritated for some reason. Suddenly, the phone on the bedside rang. "Mr. Robert I'm really really sorry. The supermodel I was supposed to send over last night had a car accident on the way..." Roy's cold face froze, and with a snap, the phone was hung up directly. The woman with long curly hair, lowered her head, and hugged her clothes with both hands. She looked dazed, and walked towards main road in a hurry...

Then with his lips, his tongue, he struck fire as I cried out in astonishment, in gratitude at being touched in that right place. The rumors about Killian being a heartless devil were true after all, sexually I mean..I'm certain the handsome devil Is a sex maniac, capable of sending every woman to the seventh heaven. "Oh Killian!" I arched my body like a cat on a stretch and nuzzled my entrance into his face like a filly at the gate as Killian crouch down to taste the salt, to run his fingers around the rim while I opens and shuts like a sea anemone.