Mr. fu's irresistible ex Novels & Stories

I take a few selfies and send them to Simon with a message. Tonight you are all mine, daddy *wink Emoji* *Fire Emoji* are you trying to kill me? You look so fucking, sexy, babe Then hurry home stud Oh, I will be home soon. Where did you get that sexy underwear? Never mind, just keep it on till I come home. *laughing Emoji* I will *kiss Emoji* That successfully done, I go downstairs to get the dinner going and to set the mood with my music. I have made a playlist with both of our favorite music, and of course, I make sure 'At last' by Etta James is the main song.

His hands wandered around her body giving her no peace at all, he was making her weak intentionally so that she wouldn’t have the energy to deny him what he wanted so badly. Such a bastard but she liked it. “You can’t refuse me, honey “he muttered with a husky voice” I know you very well and when you have that cheeky look on your eyes, it means that you want it too. Why can’t we indulge ourselves .Say Yes please? “Dan.…….I want to resist you but I can’t. My body and soul is weak and I sometimes beat myself due to my stupidity. But I can’t deny that in the end of it, I always feel so refreshed, nothing in the world matters to me.

I widened my mouth, trying to take in a bit more and he breathed in deeply. I was supposed to feel submissive by the way he grips and pulls at my hair, but I didn’t. I felt like a whole new person giving pleasure to Alexander Salvatore, the arrogant businessman and my ex-fiance. I never knew men's moans could feel so good, especially the ones from Alexander. I could feel a small drip spill into my mouth already. I prepared myself for the full load as I moved my hands faster and faster. “Isa-bella, for f**k’s sake.” For the first time, I heard him stutter. This has become my favourite sport, from now on.

The silence on their end was pure "awkward." ​When the food arrived, it was art on a plate. The aroma of truffle and aged beef filled the air. ​I picked up my silver appetizer fork, piercing a perfect morsel of the Wagyu. Instead of eating it, I turned to Kieran. ​​"Taste this, darling," I cooed. "It’s a 10 out of 10."

I yanked down my pants in one swift motion and whipped out my large member, pointing it straight at her. Maya said coyly, "Oh, Mr. Hill, you're so big!" I lifted her legs, placed them over my shoulders, and slowly moved toward her center. "What's so great about rods? Don't you want my thing to satisfy you instead?" Her face flushed bright red, and her legs began to tremble violently. "I want it! Mr. Hill, hurry up and help me relieve my itch!"

The low, powerful buzz started immediately, making my knees buckle. “Oh fuck…” I moaned, gripping the sides of the bench. He wrapped the resistance bands around my thighs, tying them tight so I had to fight the tension just to keep my legs open. The added strain made every vibration feel more intense. “Hold that position,” he commanded, stepping back to admire me. “You look so fucking good like this…bent over, plugged, struggling. This is real training.” He turned the vibrations up higher. I cried out, thighs shaking as the balls buzzed mercilessly against my G-spot. Every time I tried to close my legs, the resistance bands pulled them back open.

"Who are you?" His mouth curved into something that might have been a smile. "Julian Frost.”

Voice warm, but that undercurrent—hunger banked. "Like a log." Liar; I'd fingered myself twice post-Jake tease, pussy raw. Jake wasn't down yet—gym again, probably jerking rage into weights. I poured muesli, perching on the stool opposite Richard, legs crossing to flash thong briefly. His foot nudged mine under the table, callused toes tracing my ankle slow.

Tiffany transforms her nails into claws and slashes my uniform, my breasts comes into view. She and her Minions laugh and just as she's about to make another slash a deep and sexy voice rumble "What the fuck do you think your doing".

I didn’t look at him again “Did I make you wait long?” he asked. “Uh, no. No, you didn’t,” I replied, struggling to keep my voice steady. “Okay. Let’s go home, then.” I let out a shaky breath. Even with the windows cracked open, the air felt too thick to breathe. Suddenly, he turned on the radio and began humming along. The melody hit me like a fist. It was one of my father’s favorites. “Do you like that one?” he asked warmly. “It’s such a classic. They don’t make them like that anymore.”