Mr Hot Guy Novel Novels & Stories

Fuck he was soooo hot I couldn’t stop staring even for a second. Isn’t it crazy how such an experience makes an awkward, nerdy and shy girl turn into a slut? He rubbed the metal plug on my butthole making me gasp from the coolness before pushing it in. I moaned as I tried to adjust to the unfamiliar feeling but it didn’t take long because it felt absolutely divine.

“Sir, you need to read sometimes. Calm your nerves, relax your thoughts. There’s a great app—GoodNovel.” I found it on the app store and downloaded it in seconds. The interface popped up and right there under the NEW tab was something that stopped me in my tracks: Bound By His Rules: MM Short Erotica Compilation. There was no hesitation from me. I clicked it immediately. The first chapter was like a slap to my already overloaded senses. Professor Richard—cold, confident, dominant. Student Gregory—shy, brilliant, bending under power like he was made to submit. I couldn’t stop reading.

My baby, My Bells, My lover, Mine and forever. FUCKING MINE! THE END. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS STEAMY BOOK TILL THE END AND NOW, TADA! A few chapters will delve into Sally and Colby's sizzling relationship with unmissable heat. You wouldn't want to miss out on this new sibling step romance. I mean, who could resist the allure of a bad boy football player with messy jet black hair, piercing dark eyes plus a pierced cock, and sculpted muscles? Certainly not our secretive Sally though.

he asked, his eyes burning into mine as he waited for the answer. “No.” “Did he even touch you?” “No,” I said again, the denial a shameful thrill. He smiled, a predator’s triumphant grin. “So you just lay there, next to him, soaking wet, and thinking about me.” I nodded, unable to lie, unable to deny the truth that hung between us in the moonlight. Fuck, what is this man doing to me? This should be illegal. It should be illegal for a man to be this fucking sexy, for a look to be this possessive, for a voice to be this destructive.

Chapter thirteen Elio's POV I stepped back slowly, zipping up without a sound. This boy. This reckless, loud-mouthed hacker who should’ve been terrified, who was terrified yesterday, just let me use his mouth like it belonged to me. Taking my cock like he’d been waiting for it. I stood there, my breath shallow, watching how his eyes were glossy, his face flushed, and mouth still parted like he wasn’t done. Like he wanted more. He knelt there on the cold tile, chest heaving.There was a wet spot on the front of his brief indicating that he hadn’t touched himself. Good.

A small amount spilled, warm against my skin. “Careful,” he murmured. Before I could react, he leaned forward. Too close. Way too close. His hand brushed lightly against my chest as he wiped the spill away.his hand carefully and slowly brushed against my n**ples which set a sensitive signal to my head, The contact was brief. Accidental. But my entire body reacted like it wasn’t. A sharp inhale caught in my throat. My pulse spiked instantly. He paused. Just for a second. Like he noticed.

He felt the ridge of her entrance meet the swollen head and move his hips to glide his entire length into her. Her pussy felt so good, like a deep pool of molten earth that wasn’t just easing the friction between their sexes, but was cushioning his cock in viscous heat. He would fucked her through his own cum before and had expected much the same feeling, but it was completely foreign to fuck her after her husband had. “,Fuck, Oliver. It’s so hot. So fucking wet.” “You was still coming inside me when you pulled in the driveway.”

With each step she took, his anticipation grew, and his excitement mingled with a hint of nervousness at the magnitude of the moment. For George, since childhood, his life has been just like a game. He became aware of the mafia world early, and his hands got bloody early. Because of that, he was no longer able to dream of having a girlfriend and living in peace. For George, it's a luxury. His father gave him a woman several times, but none of them succeeded until his father died, and he never touched any woman. Many people are starting to doubt his orientation, so there are also a few who send him a man, but he only beats him.

Stefan groaned, his body tensed, his hips were thrusting up, moving with her hand. "Ah, I will never forget my words. How many plans are there in your head right now?...Ah...Yes ... Faster ... Ohhh" Stefan moaned when her hand moved faster as he ordered. Wirata had never touched any man before. She didn't even pay attention to sex. But being grown up in America, she couldn't be so naive, there were a lot of knowledge sources to learn from. Her heart was pounding inside her chest, pretending to be brave to touch a man's private part like this. But Wirata had learned that to be able to fight equally with this crafty man, she had to use everything in her sleeves, every trick, and trap that she

he ordered. "What?" Damian said with a chuckle. "I didn't hear what you said." This guy was deliberately playing a trick. Meanwhile Chloe looked increasingly agitated. Sweat was already trickling down her temples. “I want you to touch me! Enter me or even satisfy me. Please…” Damian smiled broadly. The man happily took his hand to take off all of Chloe's clothes until the woman was naked without a single thread. "Really, I can't wait to feel your body." A sharp smirk appeared on Damian's face. Of course he didn't want to miss this opportunity. The opportunity to enjoy Chloe's body and then flaunt it immediately to Edward.