Monica Potter Sexy Novels & Stories

I said. Monica sat up, wincing as she stretched. "Fuck. My body feels like I ran a marathon." "You did run a marathon," Jade smirked. "Just not the kind with sneakers." Monica laughed gently, shaking her head. "That was–" She paused, searching for words. "That was the best sex of my life, hands down. No competition." Jade raised an eyebrow. "Really?" "Really." Monica looked at both of us, her gaze sincere. "I've had my share of experiences, but nothing… nothing compares to what happened in this room." She paused, her cheeks flushing. "I’m sorry I judged you both quickly. Especially you, Van."

This woman has the ability to make me lose my shit, and I swear I wish I could lose it completely and smack her attitude off of her. “What do you want Monica? I am busy,” I say, and she throws her hair behind her back and pops her hip. Blargh. I hate the way she moves. Does she think this is sexy? Maybe that’s why she is single and no man wants to touch her. Not to mention I have heard some really nasty gossip about her. “I would like to know if you thought about my proposition,” she says and I frown, looking at her. That’s it. This woman has lost her mind.

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

I am tired of hiding. “Wrong with me? Don’t you think I see the way you look at her? And the way she looks at you? My own fucking daughter?” Monica says as she adjusts her wheelchair in front of me. “I didn’t expect you to be faithful, after all, you never touched me, and men need sex, but I never thought you would be having sex with my own daughter,” Monica says, and I lean closer to her. “You are fucking crazy,” I let out, and her laughter fills the room as her eyes meet mine in anger.

The thought made her horny. When she finished, she stepped out, wrapped a towel around her damp, flushed body, and sank into the rumpled sheets of her bed. Monica’s bedroom was a mess, with clothes draped over the chair, a half-full water glass on the floor, and a few stray shoes scattered near the dresser. A notebook lay open, its pages bent and scribbled on, while a hairbrush tangled with strands of hair and a pair of socks lay on her desk. Monica’s fingers moved to her laptop, opening a p**n site. She typed in ‘large group orgy,’ and the screen exploded with writhing bodies, slick with sweat, pressing and grinding against each other.

I collected them, and placed them on the metal table, rolling them out of the store. "Are you kidding me? Are these your best picks to torture us?" Monica scoffed, rolling her eyes. Dark circles rounded her small beady eyes, as her face and upper breasts glistened with sweat. My dick nodded beneath my pants, salivating at the rising and falling motion of her pointy sweaty breasts.

Knowing I haven't attended a party like this one other than the one back in Oxford with Victor "Come on…"we heard Monica say as soon as the security men opened the door for her. She was looking elegant and hot in her denim midi dress, it was sparkly and the entire back up to her waist was exposed in front, there was a deep V-line that parted her breasts showing everyone there was no bra in her dress. The red sheath dress fell to her feet while her brown hair was styled nicely and draped to her front. Her entire shoulders were exposed and I had to say the woman knew what fit her body

Her dark eyes sneered at my wide shoulders, my thick waist, and my black tunic. "She wears the clothes of a stable hand," the woman sneered, leaning over to whisper to the man next to her, though her voice carried across the whole room. "She has the build of one, too. Is this what the Lycan court has come to? We breed with royalty, Valerius, not with southern plow horses." A few low, harsh chuckles broke out down the table. My throat closed up tight. For a second—just one humiliating second—I was back at Gideon’s kitchen table. I was seventeen, wearing a stained apron, listening to Sienna laugh while Tristan looked down at his plate and pretended he didn't hear her calling me a cow.

Alicia pulled away to discard her top, revealing her milky skin to his hungry gaze. " You're so beautiful" Caleb uttered in a hoarse voice as his eyes roamed around her body, settling on her small nipples which hardened under his gaze. " And you're the sexiest man in the whole world" Alicia replied as she reached down to take his growing member in her hands. " Ahhh" Caleb moaned. Alicia stroked his length through the fabric. Caleb grunted, loving the feeling of his member in her arms. He wanted her right then and there, to make love to her in every possible way, to show her how much he loves her.