Milo Ventimiglia Hot Novels & Stories

Sounding disappointed. "No date?" "I thought maybe you’d want to cash in on my promise," Mila said, pouting. I chuckled, She had been thinking about that? It hadn’t left my mind either. "O, I’m going to fuck you. But not because of a promise you made while I was almost dying. I am going to fuck you because you’re going to beg for it. I will make you cum with my hands and my mouth so much that all you’ll be craving is my dick inside of you. I am going to make love to every fucking inch of your body. Goddess, do you even know the kind of dreams I’ve been having about you? I’m going to make them all come true."

Everything about her, including her schedule, her location and her hobbies. Camilla smirked after scanning through the documents which had been delivered to her, then dropped them while taking a sip of the wine in her hands. "Sabrina Ventimiglia, from now on, I want to see how they will react when I finish with you" Camilla said to herself while a smirk curled up her lips.

The cold air from the vent brushes across my bare skin, raising goosebumps, but it doesn’t do shit for the knot in my gut. Then I turn and walk up to him, towering over his seated frame the way I always do. Making sure he understands exactly how small he is. How replaceable. How insignificant. He doesn’t look away. Interesting. “Take it out.” Might as well see what Esteban sent me this time. I’ve never fucked a man before. Never wanted to. But right now, I need to bury myself in something tight and warm, and if Esteban sent him, he’d better be worth every fucking dollar I’m paying.

Homer nodded and responded, “It's him. He called me this morning and asked me to hand over Hector. I refused. Not long after the call, I received bad news from my company’s secretary. Milo, tell me what I should do. You have a wide network of connections in Flower City. Help me find out what the bosses and big figures in Flower City think of this. Also, help me contact Philip and tell him that I want to meet him. There’s no lasting feud, only eternal friends.” Homer had no other choice. The opponent’s killing moves were too fierce and accurate. He was now an eagle with broken wings, unable to fly. Milo’s face darkened. He thought about it and said, “Okay, I'll do it right away.” After that,

I asked curiously when he tied the other end of the necktie to the headboard of the bed. "Shit! You look so fucking hot and you're defenseless, Milo, there's nothing you can do when I start to ravish your delectable body." He replied and carefully take off his Calvin Klein brief making me swallow my saliva when his almost ten inches dick comes out, it wasn't that thick but still huge and I can tell that I will be having a hard time accepting his dick in my rear.

"Come on woman! Spread those legs wider and stop wasting my time" Milo Kai Anton, known as Lord viggo, he ordered with a stern voice, amber green eyes glaring darkly at the woman trapped underneath him, who looked exhausted after the second time of sex in a row in just one night. And he was demanding more. She breathed uncomfortably beneath him, as she had lost all her energy in the first two rounds. However, the man on top of her seems to be just starting. With anger plastered over his face due to the delay caused by the woman, he bent over, and with a hand around her neck and the other between her tights, he pushed the legs apart. Leaning closer and bringing her so that their bodies are

“One more word, Simon, and I’ll rip your eyeballs out and feed it to you, got it?” Simon nodded quickly. Tate looked at me, curious. I leaned back, turning my attention back to Milene, lying still. Her hair was pinned tightly, except for one piece that curled over her temple. I wrapped it around my finger. I couldn’t wait to see how controlled she really was. I carried Milene into the motel room and set her on one of the beds. I pulled a twig out of her hair letting her hair fall loose. I stood straight. Tate sighed. “ Her family and the head of the Mafia family which is Dante will want revenge.”

she snapped, her eyes shining with a fierce fire that always captivated him. Vito shrugged, feigning indifference. “Everyone here sees you as his widow. I need to fix that.” Milan’s lips quivered with restrained fury as she glared at him. “Let go of me. Now.” “Stop resisting me, Milo,” Vito said earnestly. “I know you never had feelings for Mateo. Andrea told me everything.” Milan stiffened in his arms. Vito felt a tightening in his chest at her reaction. Be mine. Stay with me.

He leaned closer to the screen, like he could smell her—musk and expensive perfume. Milo unzipped fully now, cock out and heavy in his palm. Thicker than Rex's, but shorter. He spat into his hand—wet schlick—and pumped in time with the robot's thrusts. "Watch her tits bounce. Clamps from earlier? Still red." His free hand gripped the desk edge, knuckles white. The chat window popped up on his second monitor—ghost of the dead stream, frozen at 12,347 viewers. VIP_69: "More squirt next time."

“Now that makes sense, so you got him on his knees, huh? Old feelings didn’t reawaken?” “He killed Milo. There’s no way I’d ever love him.” Her voice is harsh, but it sounds so convincing that for a moment I forget that it’s not real. I’m probably the most relieved when Havok opens the door and motions for Milena to step inside, waving Phantom away. The moment Milena is inside, I instantly count the number of men in there, five… we wait with bated breath, her heels echoing on the marble floor until she’s standing before the five men.