Michael Clifford Smut Novels & Stories

She frowned, then turned slowly to look for Michael's whereabouts. "Since when do you smoke?" she asked. Michael flinched in surprise when he found that Claire had not slept. “Shit! You surprised me." The crease on Claire's forehead deepened when she heard Michael swear at her. She stared closely at Michael, watching every detail of his face from the darkness of the room. There was a sideburn on his chin, long eyelashes, and thick eyebrows that hadn't changed, but Claire could tell that his lips were a darker color—typical of a cigarette addict.

I noticed him just took the roasted asparagus, potatoes, and the salad into his plate. “You’re vegan.” My words just slipped from my mouth naturally, and it surprised me a little bit. He offered a small smile and nodded. “Yeah. Since I’m, well...” He swallowed. “Sobered.” My mouth agape. Wow! I couldn’t even imagine him being drunk because he was physically fit. Was this why there was something in those eyes that I couldn’t pinpoint? Now, he completely intrigued me. Who is Clyve Clifford? I felt like I wanted to peel those layers on him, to get to know him better.

Seeing Scarlett, Tyger anxiously replied, "Ms. Samson, run now!" Clifford leered at Scarlett, barely concealed in a towel. "Run? Not a chance!" He noticed her unaffected state, his face contorting. "How are you not poisoned by the Sultry Sizzle?" His gaze flicked between her bath towel and Frederick's lipstick-stained appearance. A rage hotter than any poison ignited within him. "Did he cure you with his body?" The Sultry Sizzle could be neutralized through intimate contact with the opposite sex. Considering the scene before him, the conclusion seemed obvious.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

Lance commands. " Oh God!" I cry out, my body trembling and shaking as my orgasm explodes through me. Wave after wave of ecstasy fills my body, and I cry out in pleasure. My fingers move furiously across my clit, and my back arches in response. I collapse, the aftershocks of the orgasm still wracking my body. " What a show, baby doll. You are very sexy when you come." Cliff declares and he runs his hands across my face. " This is who you are, a slut, our slut to use however we want. Never forget that." Cliff's words stir something deep inside. Without thinking, I push him and dart upstairs. I slam the door shut just in time for my tears to spill down.

I gasped out, my breath hitching as the internal storm reached its absolute peak. Michael didn't slow down at all. He sucked even harder on my clit, curling his thick fingers faster and deeper inside my twitching walls, driving me straight over the edge of the cliff. “Cum for me, baby,” he ordered in a dark, muffled growl against my skin. “Cum right now. Gush all over your uncle’s tongue.” I shattered completely.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Michael!" Claire gasped as his mouth closed around her nipple, sucking hard. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "That's right. Say my name." He bit down gently, and Claire cried out. "Not Father. Not Reverend. Just Michael. Because right now, I'm not a priest. I'm just a man who needs to fuck you." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He pushed her back onto the desk and pulled off her panties, spreading her legs wide. For a moment, he just looked at her....completely exposed on his desk, surrounded by religious texts and crucifixes.

Seraphine could feel Clifford's labored, heated breath on her, his large hands securing her waist in a crushing, unyielding grip. She was consumed with rage, wondering how he dared to embrace her now, when he had practically thrown her aside during his betrayal. "Get your hands off me, Clifford!" Clifford refused to let go, instead increasing the pressure of his embrace. He pulled her even closer, thoroughly enjoying the sensation and realizing that she was the single best thing in his world.

Clifford clamored, The MD sighed "I think you need to steady your brain, you might be lucky to have a good bride, and your marriage life must not be like your parent's own, so calm down and think, The MD advised, He left the office after discussing some papers, Lora, Clifford's secretary entered his office with a dress that hardly surpass her tight, her boobs has been uncovered, She walked seductively inside the office, "Mr. Clifford, she called seductively caressing her hands on her boobs, "What the hell are you doing here?" Clifford shouted, She walked to him rubbing his chest, "C'mon boss, dint you like what you are seeing?" is all yours, Lora said, She placed her lips on his kissing him