Kristen Ashley Wild Man の小説・ストーリー

“You—“ I slapped him again, my hand stinging from the impact. “The first one was for calling me shameless and the second one was for disrespecting my husband.” Asher froze, like he’d been stung. Gasps erupted from behind us. Killian stepped forward. “Loren, you don’t have to do this,” I looked at him and smiled, “I insist.” Then my gaze shifted back to Asher. “You heard right,” I glanced at the press. “You’re the stranger here Asher.” “Because I have only one husband and he is and will always be Killian Whitmore.” “What did you tell me?” I asked, standing straight. “Oh, I remember,” I pressed on. “I had forty-eight hours to come back to you right?”

Cliché but okay. Molly was Jessica Jones from Marvel. The black wig wasn't good but she looked similar to Jones. Logan was dressed as Alan from Hangover movies with the baby in that baby holder thing and everything. He looked so similar with the fake beard and fake belly. I got that Tiffany is dressed as the chick from Easy-A movie but she looked too... Exposed... Katie is Sandy from Grease and Madison is Catherine Tramell from Basic Instinct. The other boys from the group dressed as cowboys and said it was from some Django movie... I don't know. Never saw it.

Yet, angry and hateful, she could do nothing. She knew it exactly that Valeria was too pretentious to be with a pimp. But it never occurred to her that the man with Valeria was Richard Clark. Richard Clarke was so handsome, rich and capable. Looking at all the news about "Fireworks Love" and the figure of her hugging a man on the Internet, she almost went crazy with jealousy. After she took Mason away, Ashley expected Valeria to be utterly defeated or plunged into extreme grief. But the incident did not affect Valeria at all, which was a complete surprise to Ashley.

"If it isn't Mr. Big D himself." Alyssa spins toward her so fast it's a miracle she doesn't throw her back out. "Ashley," she hisses. "Oh, right. Sorry," Ashley says with no remorse. "I'm already planning to be Gray's next wife." Chelsea rolls her eyes. "Stop being a slut, Ashley." Ashley gasps, full of fake outrage. "Do not slut-shame me, Chelsea. You know you wanna go home with one of these sexy bikers tonight too. Alyssa can't have all of them."

David asked though shouted but his face still shows his smile. "YES I'M CRAZY, I'M CRAZY TO THE EXTENTS THAT I'M WILLING TO GIVE MYSELF TO A STRANGER I CAN'T EVEN SEE HIS, TO SAVE HIS DAMN LIFE. I'M CRAZY TO HAVE BEEN BETRAYED BY MY SISTER AND MY FIVE YEARS RELATIONSHIP BOYFRIEND. I'M CRAZY THAT I SAW THEM IN BED NOT SO LONG AGO AND I'M HERE OFFERING MYSELF TO A STRANGER I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HE LOOKS." Ashley shouted with a smile.

The Man continues his sexual attitude and takes her little face close to her with her dirty and big hand, She kissed her against her will and muttered softly to her lips. "Are you ready for the action, I learnt you are a virgin." Bingler cried and hot tears run off her face, this is embarrassing. Somebody should please save her. The man open her legs and try removing her underwear. Ashley screamed at the top of her voice. "Leave me alone." Ashley screamed.

Though she was a virgin, she knew exactly how it was done, thanks to the various adult sites her cousin Claire frequently visited on her computer. But this was the first time she had seen a man doing it live, right in front of her. Not to mention that the man was Ram Jordan—the ridiculously handsome multi-billionaire. And God forbid, he had no idea that she was there. ‘Live… I am seeing this live?’ She whispered again, suddenly feeling like she needed to pee. Her lower abdomen felt tight, and even though she was innocent, she knew this wasn’t something that could be relieved by just going to the bathroom.

Ashley shut her eyes tightly, trying to process what just happened. She opened her eyes and staring at her in the face was Claire, Alex's girlfriend. Fury burned her face bright red. "Who the hell do you think you are to lay your filthy hand on me?"Ashley yelled, her chest moving upward and downward repeatedly as she breathed heavily. "And who the f**king hell do you think you are to talk back at him? Do you know who he is?" Claire snapped.

He was beautiful in a way that felt almost unfair, like a statue carved specifically to ruin women like me. His hands went to his belt. "Do you want this, Avery?" His voice was rough, strained. "Tell me now." "Yes." The word came out breathless. Desperate. "God, yes." The belt came undone. The trousers followed. And when he stood before me in nothing but black boxer briefs, every inch of him hard and ready and utterly magnificent, I forgot how to breathe.

He nipped his way up my neck until he reached my ear and whispered, “You’re bad, Brenda. You’re bad and I fucking love it.” “I prefer wild,” I breathed out, finishing on a moan. “You’re bad and you’re wild.” He picked up his pace. “You’re my wild, tempting bitch. Don’t go soft on me.” I laughed, my fists clenching above my head. “Never.” And when I cummed, it was hard and it was wild.