Meg Turney Sexy Novels & Stories

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DANIEL'S POV Adrian had already seen me through the window. I didn’t know how, but his eyes found me up there, even though I was standing on the third floor of my mansion. I thought I was safe, hidden by height and distance. But that didn’t matter to Adrian. He had already stretched out his gun from below, calm and ready. He didn’t care that I was up high. His aim didn’t follow the law of physics; it followed his will. Even if I ran, even if I disappeared behind walls, I had this gut feeling that the bullet would find me. Adrian’s bullet wouldn’t obey logic or science. It would only obey him— tge lack of MISTAKES

The old man is quite pissed, and so am I . "Grandpa, I don't..." "It shouldn't matter to you, besides, there's no record about her before she moved to SA I could find. Everything about her is hidden, except her name, ' Maylyn Hayes." Mmmm, Maylyn Hayes is similar to May Hayes. Could they be one? No they can't ,May is an orphan. "....can you hear me?"

He's digging a bit too hard. "You have no idea how sexy you are," his eyes are swimming with lust and I glance down at his trousers. His body seems to agree. I stifle an urge to giggle at seeing his hard on, at the thought of seeing another man's hard on. With a smirk on his lips, he lifts his shirt off over his head. He might not be super tall or athletic, but he is a man in every sense of the word. A perfect amount of hair on his chest, his trim torso naturally tanned, his arms are strong and robust.

He slowly puts one of his hands under both my thighs and swings the other around my neck and picks me up off the seat. My face gets flushed; I could feel my cheeks heating up. He takes me out of the car and starts carrying me inside the mansion. While he walks in through the hallway, every one of the maids stops what they were doing and stares at us with an open mouth. I tighten my arms around his and bury my face in the crook of his neck, to hide my tomato red face. Zen opens his bedroom door with his leg and slowly kicks it close, after entering the room. He puts me down on the bed and walks inside the bathroom. I slowly sit up and try to stand but fall down on the bed. Damn my lower body

Eww. But yeah, I feel the same way. When Meg entered the room, she was holding a tray. My breath catches in my throat as I watch the vision of perfection make its way to the small table near my window that is used for my laptop. Her curves- her curves- I melt on the inside as I get a slight glimpse of the exposed flesh of her hips- wider than I remembered, as she places the tray on it, after pushing my closed dark grey laptop aside.

Screw those who think I should not drag her to hell with, i'll selfishly and unapologetically do that. The mere sight of her and my cock is throbbing, hardening and pulsating inside my slacks. It's begging me to release it so that it can do what it does best, claim and dirty this little angel before us. I have always prided myself in having the ability to hold myself from coming undone when a woman is riding me, but Megan can do it with just one glance. Just one look and I feel as though I'm being pulled down to the depths of hell by the seductress she is.

I said trying to pull her up so I could throw her on the desk. “No, I want to taste more,” Meg said through the link as she hollowed her cheeks and increased her suction. “Give me more.” She demanded. I gripped her hair pulling it to the side so I could get a better look at her face. “You want it Angel then take it. Take it all.” I said out loud as I slightly thrust my hips forward hitting the back of her throat. She gagged a little and I could see her eyes water. Fuck she looked sexy when she did that. “That’s my good Angel. Take all of my cock. You ready I’m going to give you what you wanted.” I felt my balls tighten just before I spilled my release down her throat. “Ohhhhh Goddess, Yes Me

Tyler Meg kicks the door shut behind her with her heel and drops her soaked coat on my floor like it’s garbage. She doesn’t even ask if she can come in anymore—she owns the space the second she walks into it. There’s a fire in her eyes tonight, hotter than usual. Her jaw is locked. Her fingers twitch like she’s dying to hit something. I know that look. I rise from the couch. “What happened?” She paces once, twice, her boots leaving muddy streaks on the floor. “I saw them again. At the gas station. Laughing. Eating a goddamn candy bar like their mourning has finished.”

CONTENT: Babysitter, cheating, daddy, tight pussy, wet pussy, dick thrusting, penetration. CHAPTER 1 “Hello, Mr. Stevens,” Megan smiled as the door opened. She always loved seeing him as he greeted her at the door. His dark blue eyes sparkled and he seemed genuinely happy to see her. “Hey Megan, so glad you’re here,” he said, as he always did but this time he took a double take as he looked her over.