Millie X Moxxie Novels & Stories

When they were finished with my neck and face, Milo smiled over at me. "There's my girl." He stood from behind his desk, shrugging on his fancy black jacket. "Ready to go? The car is waiting." As we rode down the elevator together, Milo's hand on the small of my back, I couldn't help but wonder what Alexander was doing at that exact moment. "Remember, you're no longer MelissaDunkens. You're Mia Starr." Milo's hot breath on my neck sent cold chills down my spine. I knew who I was, but did he?

[Mia's POV] My name is Mia Monroe, and I’ve been a professional p**n star for six years. At 29 years old, I’m one of the most popular performers in my niche. Fans love my curvy, all-natural body: big, soft 36DD tits that bounce hypnotically when I ride cock, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and a thick, juicy ass that I can clap and twerk on command. I have long dark hair, full lips, and a filthy mouth that knows exactly what to say to make viewers explode. I do mostly hardcore scenes now — rough sex, deepthroat, creampies, anal, and occasional gangbangs. My fans can’t get enough of how loud I moan and how greedily I take dick.

Even if it was gradual, at least she was trying to finish it one by one so that when Professor Satou asked, she and Dillan could show him their work. She had just finished half of her target when her phone rang again. It was a video call from Dillan, and she smiled just seeing his name on the screen. "Interested in having some fun?" he asked bluntly, making Moira frown. "Any ideas?" Moira asked back. "I'm outside your apartment," replied Dillan, which made Moira gasp and peek out the window, finding Dillan leaning against the car and waving at her. Moira hurriedly changed her clothes and put on a black satin dress with a matching leather jacket. She didn't look at her hair. She let her shoul

Rachel said, unable to hold back a laugh. Millie closed the door to the private booth and sighed. Suddenly, a creepy smile spread across her face as she lifted the mini medical kit in her hands. "Come on, superstar! Let me show you some good, proper loving!" Rachel shuddered. "Ugh! You're so gross!" After finishing her filming schedule, Rachel mentioned she was hurting all over and felt horrible. Millie immediately rushed to meet her with all her medical supplies. She was prepared to help cure all of Rachel's weariness and soreness.

Honestly, she was scared to go home it is because of what happened in the last three days before her encounter with Xavier, before this proposal. Her life is on the edge of the cliff at the moment. Lemme just go back to the days before meeting Xavier. I am Raina Smith, a simple girl who lives with her father in a place where a mid-status citizen of Mover City lives. I am in my 2nd year of college now in the med. school taking up Medicine. Yeah, I followed in my mother's footsteps, I want to be a neurosurgeon in the future. But things might change now that something horrible happens to me three days before this.

It’s the same goddamn feeling—the crushing weight of eyes boring into me, of knowing that every move will be judged, dissected, mocked. Millie doesn’t freeze, though. She snatches the microphone off the ground, taps it once, then shouts into it, her voice slicing through the commotion like a knife. “Will you assholes shut off your damn cameras!” Some people actually pause, lowering their phones, but the murmurs don’t stop. Millie glares at the crowd, her chest rising and falling as she tries to steady herself. “That’s right. You’re all fucked-up creatures,” she spits into the mic. “You don’t care who you hurt as long as you’ve got your goddamn entertainment for the night, huh?”

“Oh my God Millie, I am sure the whole apartment heard you moan. Like girl, you never even moaned like that whenever we were doing it.” ##########

Lian was incredibly lucky, if they hadn't come on time, a few more minutes later and they would no longer be able to save Lian. Callum couldn't sleep. So many thoughts and questions were running through his head. He sat up from his bed and grabbed his laptop. The Moore Family was not unknown to many. Their businesses were scattered all over the country. You would think that everything about their family would be out in the open for everyone to know.

“Kill them both.” The sound of a gunshot split the air. For a breath, I thought it was the end—that death had finally reached for me. But the bullet didn’t tear into me. It didn’t even graze me. It hit Sasha. One of his own men had turned, the barrel of his pistol still smoking, his hand steady even as Sasha staggered back, crimson blooming across his expensive suit. His eyes went wide with shock, disbelief cutting through his arrogance. The mole Marco had planted. Could it be him?

I grinned, walking out of my room with my phone pressed against my ear and my shoulder. "Tobi just created a OF account and his dear thirty viewers asked him to play with toys in his next video, so we come shopping for some. Hehehe." Grace giggling made me followed behind. Holding my stomach from laughing too hard, I said. "Why the fuck am I just hearing about this?" "Oh, sweetheart, our dear Tobi is super shy. You should see him right now, he's all shades of red." I heard Tobi mumbled something like he was going to kill Grace, in the background and that didn't help me stop laughing at all.