Masterpiece Collections Novels & Stories

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

sought by an unscrupulous painter to look for his most beautiful general and perhaps the bravest, well again with a sword, these were not perfect but de Crillon was seized by some terrible fears, and the cadaverous pallor was one of his terrible despair, his face took on a flash of lightning, which spread from the loaded consciousness all over his face. Crossing the hallway or the gallery with large steps and unheard, where all sorts of tables were carefully placed polished white glass statues, they were made of the same material, a reddish lens, representing the fame of the Olympians, Crillon stopped at the exit from the hall and met the butler of the castle, an old man with sparkling eyes

But he restrained himself and tried to control himself because he still had respect for his aunt. Next I felt the other person around him. I can't read her aunt's emotion, and maybe it's because of the amulet she was wearing from the White Light Clan. But Yana's cousin named Cerina, I get her real plan with her mother. They have no plans to return what they stole. And they are still lying. I also feel very bad and I suddenly close my eyes to a bad plan they want to make. "Vander, get ready." “Why Master? How did you feel? ”

Master applies the healing cream to the cuts and bruises that are still taking too long to heal and then takes me to bed, holding me tight until I relax and drift off to sleep. We do this for the next few evenings. I wake up shivering in the Master's arms, reliving in my dreams not only the Master's attack but Morgan's and Norman's as well. It, however, doesn’t take the Master long to remove the memory of them and replace it with pleasure, which is getting more intense and harder to deny each time he touches me.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

He offers across the collection of images; photos and screen-prints of Baxter's companion; sliding it under the barrier. Here-To-Help-Marjory hesitates, but accepts the wad of papers, quickly scanning through. "These hairpieces aren't from La Belle. I think they're part of the 'Party Girl' range. Just give me a minute..." She rummages through a heap of glossy catalogues, producing one which she flips open, then flicks through, comparing manufacturers' shots with our screen dumps. "Oh, yes, that's the Cassandra." She jabs a finger at a page. "And that one's Hermione... But..." She holds up helpless palms... "I still can't disclose confidential client information. It would be most improper."

I didn't notice we were at the entry door till he pushed open a dark double-arched iron door, revealing a vast living room. The walls were a dark cream color, matching with the cream leather sofas and chairs. Abstract artworks hung on the walls with black frames, highlighting the darker color of the wall. There was a glass table in the center, standing on a grey rug. The rug went with the black and grey cushions on the sofas. Atop the glass table, was a flower vase filled with fresh lilies. Must be from the garden.