Lena Xxx Novels & Stories

she told the driver, settling into the back seat. As the car wove through traffic, Lena’s heart began to race—not from arousal, but anxiety. She hadn’t had a “real” job since her brief stint waitressing in college. That was before she discovered how easy it was to make money filming herself. She’d started with solo videos in her dorm room, never imagining she’d become Lux Monroe, a name whispered on forums, typed into search bars, and printed on custom merch. But Lena Morgan wanted to try being more than a fantasy.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Derry said to Lily and she nodded. "Alexa, lock my door," Derry commanded. "Yes boss," came Alexa's robotic voice and the door was immediately locked. Inside Lyla's room, she sat in the bed thinking. She was so familiar with Derry's routine. She knew Derry would go into the bathroom to take a shower once he went out of the house and returned. All she needs to do is let Lily know she has some sort of authority in the house. With this on her mind, she exited her room and headed for Derry's room. She pressed her ears against the door and all she heard was silent.

Arnoux sighed then looked at the girl. "So, do you need help?" Alexis asked. "Just help me to meet her." Zylo answered. Alexis stood up the went towards the girl. "Hello, miss..." The girl looked at her and smiled. Alexis sat down beside the girl. "I'm Alexis Ophelia De Luca and you are...?" "I'm Lerentia Sirius. Nice to meet you too, Alexis." They shook hands. "I know that this kinda weird but, may I know if you have a boyfriend?" Alexis asked.

I want it rough. Messy. Raw. And unashamed. I want to take every hard shaft, every hot load, and still come back for more. I love screaming and moaning, shaking from pleasure. I am Lena. And I own what I am. I’m the horniest cumslut ever.

Only I’m not able to read minds but if looks could kill, then this one would for sure. “Erm, the prom. Are you going with anyone?” “Sure am little lady.” He says. And as if right on cue behind him I see Lisa L. Her long dark hair hangs down her back, straight and shiny. She’s a stunner with her oriental eyes, high cut glass cheekbones and the perfect straight nose. “Why do you ask?” Now we all look uncomfortable. Liam hangs his head down, Lilly has a look of sympathy stretching across her face and Dexter coughs.

At that, the both of his brothers looked up from their plates. "What, why?" "It's uh...it's a friend's birthday." "Which friend?" "Ana." He answered, hating the interogation. He was an adult, he could go wherever he wanted. "Who in the hell is Ana?" Xander asked. "She's uh...friend through Lorraine. She's a model." At that, they broke into chuckles. "So you're going there for that chick." Xander wiggled his eyebrows and Sebastian gritted his teeth. Lorraine was no chick.

62 ANNALISE The air around us was heavy with anticipation. Janet’s words echoed in my mind—Marcus had become more powerful, more dangerous than we could have imagined. He was no longer just a threat to our realm, but to the earth realm as well. The chaos he had unleashed was spreading, and I could feel it in every corner of our world.

I don't know whether there is a special relationship between Matilda and Levin or not, but I also can't just believe it when Matilda says that Levin is her friend. My eyes looked at Beta Luke who was looking at me. After our eyes met for a moment, he immediately looked back at the notebook he was carrying. "What is the name of the social media account?" "Just like his full name, Alpha Rexton. Levin Gaillard." I nodded my head several times, my eyes turned to the monitor screen on the work desk with my fingers busy typing Levin Gaillard's name there. I found several accounts with similar names. Some have profile photos and others are simply left blank.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.