Mr. fu's irresistible ex Novels & Stories

Rather it was filled with the umami scent of the food in front of us. "I took a guess when I ordered, I hope you like it," Arik stated and opened up the first container in front of him. Egg fried rice and sweet and sour pork. The most basic of dishes but the most comforting. "Didn't think I would be staying this late but at least I got food out of it." I mused and dipped my fork into sesame chicken. The first bite was always the best. It coated your tongue and melted your brain. But it was an odd sensation to be sitting across from Arik in the pack house living room and having a meal.

he said, and I relaxed. "You can have a shower and wear my joggers in the closet." He said and stood up. "When you are done, join me downstairs for dinner. I promise to deal with the staff that refused to feed you at the mansion," he said and left the room before I could speak. I got up and went to check the closet. I found grey joggers with an adjustable rope instead of a rubber band. That was the only thing that would fit my tiny waist. I took it to the bathroom and went to shower. Once I was done, I joined him for a late dinner.

I raised a brow at the paper in Fox's hand. “Take it and see for yourself,” Sir Frederick demanded, and out of curiosity, I snatched the paper from Fox. The first paragraph of the paper left me dumbfounded. “Rules and regulations for Aurora Ian Reeds,” I read out, confused and at the same time angry.

Chapter 2 His fingers are already on me before I can catch my breath, The air in the detention room is thick with the scent of sex…my arousal, his cum, the musk of sweat clinging to my skin. I’m still bent over the desk, my body trembling, when Mr. Ruger’s voice cuts through the silence, low and deliberate. "Stand up." I obey without thinking, my legs unsteady as I push myself upright. His gaze rakes over me, dark and possessive, like he’s already imagining all the ways he’s going to break me again.

she asked playfully. “The one that says ‘Even if you’re bitter, I still look for you every morning?’ Or maybe ‘I still love you even if you’re with someone else?’” “Huh?” I raised an eyebrow. She grinned. “The first one’s black coffee. The second one’s three-in-one.” She pointed at the menu. I chuckled and ordered. “Black coffee. Wait, Audrey, what do you want? Black or with cream?” “With cream,” she answered while reading the emotional quotes plastered on the walls.

SKYLAR I can't remember what Prof McAdams has been telling the class, because the annoying Westbrook keeps distracting me. I check my phone, 1:30 p.m., twenty five more minutes. Argh, someone kill me now. An I*******m notification pops up on my screen. My thumb hovers above it, then I click, but it takes me to Liam's I*******m page. A recent post of Liam wearing a baseball jersey and grey shorts, lying on his couch, cuddling a golden retriever, stares right back at me. This post is doing funny things to my pussy. God my kryptonite has always been men with adorable puppies.

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

I'm numb ****