Make You Mine Laura Pavlov Novels & Stories

it can't be like this. Clear tears streamed down Laura's face. She didn't know who this man was—could he be her fiancé? But the question became irrelevant as her mind went blank the moment he began to pick up his rhythm. "Ah!" A groan, sharp with pleasure, couldn't be stopped from escaping her lips. "No... no!" Moans clashed within the room, continuing until, finally, the peak of satisfaction was reached. In that very moment, the man offered a gentle touch to Laura's face, wiping away the falling tears.

“They keep hitting on me, and darts keep getting stuck in their body parts. Pure coincidence, believe me.” “How can you listen to this crap all day?” “It's my favorite band!” “I thought you were listening to classical music." Laura looks at me befuddled. "When was that?" "Nevermind! I’m only wondering how long you intend to keep this up.” "Until the day I die." Laura forms a flawless 'o' with her lips before covering them with her hand in an expressive gesture. "Oops, I keep forgetting that I can't. Haha!" “You give me no choice. I’ll call Paul and tell him everything.”

Avery looked at the ravioli in her bowl, smiled, and said, "Did you give me the ravioli with the coin?" Laura merely smiled. Avery carefully put the ravioli in her mouth and gently bit down. She bit into something hard. Taking out the coin, she said with a grin, "I knew that you love me the most! I will be very lucky in the coming year!" Mike sneered and placed a ravioli in his mouth too. Then, he took out a coin from his mouth. "Laura placed coins in all the ravioli. I saw her do it." Avery said, "Mom, it won't come true that way."

With laura it was all about being passionate and making love, I wanted to act like a beast sort of monster towards her, but when it got down to fucking laura ,. I went about doing every single fucking style that popped up in my head. We were both beasts, and that was why, to be fair and plain, laura was the wife material, and laura would never do better than a fucking piece of the side, a mistress, and a personal friend of mine.

I couldn't do that. "I can't I'm sorry. Please tell Tim before he leaves." Laura turned my chair around so that I was facing her, "what do you see in her? She's your kind of a player.. do you check her online profiles.. girls throw themselves at her and she's entertaining them." I frowned, she was stalking Layla? Yes Layla kinda went ahead with whatever her fans would sag, if they were like "I love you Layla Marry me.." she'd respond with a, "I'll definitely marry you.. I love you more.."

“Okay, okay. I hooked up last night with Alexei. You know, the big blond muscular guy from my team.” Laura her eyes widen till the point I’m afraid they might fall out. “You hooked up and he isn’t even your mate?” She calls out, disbelieve clear on her face. “Yeah, I mean. If my mate would be here, don’t you think I would have found him by now. I have a good time with Alexei every time I see him, so why not?” She seems to be thinking about that, tapping her index finger to her bottom lip. “Yeah, your right I suppose.”

she murmured, breathless, her heart pounding in her sweaty chest. Determined, Laura grabbed her phone from the floor, her hands still sticky with juices leaving marks on the screen, and opened the dating app, the profiles of the three men blinking like promises of flesh and pleasure. "Let's see if you can handle a hungry slut," she thought, opening the chats and typing identical messages to Marcos, Pedro, and Thiago:

"I sometimes think that how could someone be this pure . Tell me Laura have you never been touched before. Not by a single man ? Hmm Laura? Are you trying to seduce me because if you are then it is working because I want you so bad right now that I can't stop myself. Tell me what should I do Laura . I am a man who have needs and you are the only one who can fullfill them ." He whispered in my again and this time some tears left from the sight of my vision. He look up at my crying face and wiped my tears away gently . "Be Mine tonight Laura. Be mine...."

Again she inhaled deeply and applied the final touches to her make-up, she wrapped a deep blue veil around her head loosely before she stood up, she grabbed her purse and keys and then headed out. Her heels clacked against the marble floors as she made her way downstairs, the trails of her light ash colored dress swept the floor ever so slightly, the deep blue stilettos she had on added to her 5'4 by 3inches , she embodied grace as she descended the stairs, every step controlled and deliberate. At the bottom of the stairs stood Ima, whose smile was bright as always. "You look beautiful, Miss". She said once Sayya reached the bottom of the stairs.