Lana Dallas Cock Novels & Stories

Somewhere across the city, a cocktail server with fire in her eyes and no idea who’s watching is pouring drinks like she owns the bar. Lana Reyes. I’m not hard because of the girl beside me. I’m hard because of the one who resists me. Not because I want to fuck her. Because I want to undo her. And the moment she gives me an inch? I’ll take everything. A few feet away, some hedge fund degenerate snorts coke off a woman’s stomach. Her body is all silicone and symmetry, her laugh hollow and practiced. He licks the powder from her navel like it’s caviar, pupils blown, jaw grinding.

She was terrified and trembling. "Let her go or I will blow your head," Dax threatened him when he arrived at my side. "This is very interesting. You're all here trying to save this poor girl that you both like to fuck. She's good, isn't she? She's still tight - wait..." He chuckled. "She was tight two minutes ago before she welcomed this thick dick in her pussy. I am disappointed in you two. I had to pave the way for you and show you what a drilled pussy looks like." He licked her cheek, and Lana flinched.

Don’t keep me waiting. I turned it off, heart jumping, and went to Lana, wrapped my arms around her waist. “You’re too good at this home stuff,” I said low, bit her ear, trying to hide guilt in her warmth. She laughed, leaned back into me, and her body gave in as I slipped a hand under her robe, fingers finding her wet pussy. “Cole,” she gasped, put the mug down, hands gripping the counter as I knelt and licked her slow and deep. Her thighs shook, moans soft and real, nothing like Cara’s bossy yells. She came shaking, pulled me up for a kiss tasting like coffee and trust I didn’t earn.

Darla said, pulling Lance's hand away from her pussy and squeezing it. She smiled mischievously and knelt in front of him. Darla pulled down Lance's boxer briefs, revealing the man's hard cock. Darla's eyes were spoiled by the size of Lance's cock, which she thought was huge. She grasped it, feeling an unbelievable sensation. Then she kissed the tip of the cock gently. She licked it lightly and then sucked it.

My heart was in so much awe as the view in front of me unfolds. Lana was sitting on top of a flat rock, wearing a beautiful white dress with her long red hair shining brightly with the light from the moon. She was so beautiful, so perfect, and she’s not mine. I was about to approach her but the sound that escape her lips stopped me. She’s crying.

Fuck, she looked so good. She was dressed in a red cowl neck top. Loose, baggy, black corporate high-waisted pants. Her hair had two braids holding it together at the back while her wavy curls cascaded over her shoulders. She’d never been more angelic and… innocent. “I’ve heard so much about you,” Lana said, smiling broadly. “My father said you wanted to set up a private meeting with me.” Her voice dropped to something low and apologetic. “I’m sorry for ditching your party. I hate crowded places.”

Sheila’s POV I stared at my phone. Lana had hung up on me. A slow smile spread across my face. Shy. She was getting cold feet about the company. Typical Lana. Well, I’d just have to go reassure her. They didn’t bite. Much. I’d just finished slipping a fat tip to the club’s host to send those two handsome bartenders to our booth. I’d barely caught Lana’s frantic words over the noise—something that might have been ‘Damon,’ but I couldn’t be sure. Probably just complaining about the music.

"You see. You see that smirk? She did this on purpose, she's crazy!" "Calm down, Mr Lance, we need to hear from Lana also, she deserves the right to speak.” Ms Molly, the assistant director said, then turned to me. “Lana, what happened?” “Thanks ms molly, thing is Mr Lance here has been making advances at me for the past few weeks since i joined the hospital” “What? How dare you, I knew you’d say this, I need this girl fired, she is not who she pretends to be, i would not sit here and be embarrassed this way, she has to go.” Mr Lance rumbled.

Gratеful yеt skеptical, I playеd along, sеnsing an undеrlying agеnda in thе intricatе dancе unfolding bеforе mе. In thе hеart of Hеll's Kitchеn, I found mysеlf еntanglеd in a surprising twist of fatе. Lana, thе еnigmatic figurе from my past, gеnеrously paid for my grocеriеs and proposеd an unеxpеctеd drink. "Alright, no problеm, but that would bе tomorrow," I rеspondеd, attеmpting to maintain a sеmblancе of control. Lana, howеvеr, pеrsistеd, еxprеssing a dеsirе for an immеdiatе mееting. "I would rеally apprеciatе it if it could bе today, еvеn now. Or arе you still angry with mе?" Lana inquirеd, hеr еyе s sеarching my facе for answеrs.

I heard Lana after knocking on the door. I didn't realize that I was standing beside the bed and staring at the wall blankly. " Yes, Lana. " I acted to smile. I swiveled and she was dolled up in a red shimmery mini dress. Her makeup was bright, especially her lips. She was looking fire in her red dress, " You're looking hot. " I said. " You are not sleeping. We are clubbing tonight. " Lana said, resting her hand on her hip.