Novel & Cerita Perfect Man Chocolate

“The Old Alessandro believed he could bypass the mess by using a contract. The new Alessandro chose the chaos of honesty. You are still trying to write the contract, Amelia—a contract of perfect behavior and perfect performance to guarantee love. You are giving yourself a condition: ‘I will only be lovable if I am faultless.’” She squeezed my hands. “I don’t want the perfect man, Amelia. Perfection is exhausting, and frankly, it’s boring. I want the man who is late because Tokyo was volatile. I want the man who is terrified of hurting his sister. I want the man who is honest enough to admit that he built his entire identity around the terror of repeating his father’s failure.” Her challenge

(Sí), bonita (sí) Mi casa, su casa (Shakira, Shakira) Oh, baby, when you talk like that You make a woman go mad So be wise (sí) and keep on (sí) Reading the signs of my body (uno, dos, tres, cuatro) I'm on tonight You know my hips don't lie (no fighting) And I'm starting to feel it's right All the attraction, the tension Don't you see, baby, this is perfection? Hey, girl, I can see your body moving And it's driving me crazy And I didn't have the slightest idea Until I saw you dancing (yeah)......... Stephanie breaks her hips to the rhythm of the song, making the crowd cheer loud for her. Finally, she was done with work, when she got off stage she saw her brother. " HI Spencer, what's up?" sh

Then he pulled it down. “‘Cazzo…’” he murmured in awe. Her breasts were barely covered by a lacy black bra. Pure perfection! “Let me take it off for you…” she said. “No, ‘piccola’… Allow me.” And with a quick move, he freed those tantalising breasts. “‘Sei perfetta…’ (You’re perfect)” The hard, pink tips were looking so tasty, and Damiano knew just by looking at them that his addiction was going to be complete and possibly devastating.

I wasn't sure if Rafe and Chris remained in the room. Mr. Perfect's choking presence was enough to make their's almost fade. Still, in the back of my head, the thrill they brought rang like an alarm. "Such a good omega, taking their cocks like that." His fingers trailed over my ass lightly, too delicate for a man with such calloused hands. "When is your next heat?" His fingers sunk into my cunt, already soaked wet and filled with his brothers' cum. It took me a second to respond, and he had to tap my ass hard enough to sting for me to get the words out.

His voice came out low and rough, a warning, his breathing instantly turning heavy, that intense cedar scent of his filling the entire kitchen like a volcano on the verge of erupting. "Shh..." I cut him off with deliberate authority, then grabbed the can of whipped cream and sprayed a wild, generous sweep of white across the perfect lines of his abs. The sweet, rich scent of cream braided with the deep warmth of chocolate, the stark black-and-white contrast against his golden skin — it was nothing short of a devastating visual feast. "You little troublemaker." Hebert let out a low, devastatingly sexy exhale, those crimson eyes locked onto me with a hunger that had fully caught flame.

I clamp my lips shut, trying to stand firm, but it's too late because he has just noticed that he has a bit of control over me. "Damn it!" he curses, taking a step forward... "You come with me to the appointment we have scheduled, remember that I was the first to schedule it, and it's not that it's set, but you have to be legal." Damn sexy man, why do you make it so hard for me? Stupid, you should see that this flesh and blood man wants to be romantic once in his fucking and delicious life. Just look at him, see that sculpted body, fine meat. I don't understand why I'm so weak with this man, especially when he has such good material in front of me. He's the culprit because that type of candy

Feeling his fingers in her cleavage, which reached down to her lower back, made her shiver for a moment… “Are you cold?” he asked. “A little bit,” he answered to disguise it. They drove to the parking lot and Diana could admire her car. A black Maserati that sparkled as if it were an exotic jewel. Ian looked like a gentleman, he opened the passenger door for her, and for a moment they stood face to face, almost touching noses. “Come in,” he said hoarsely. The car smelled of him, of his manly perfume. Diana closed her eyes for a moment, she wanted to savor a little the chance of having found her and let herself go for as long as she could.

me? Manny P.O.V ‘¡WHISTLE!’ I turn to see who he’s looking at. And there she is, My Chocolate Princess! In a sexy ass little black dress! Ay Dios Mio! She’s dyed her hair this sexy ass red color. Fuck..! I want to bend her over my Harley and bang the hell outta her! ‘Mate!’ I’m elated to finally see her again. I didn’t know what to do with myself! My heart speeds up. I’m smiling from ear to ear. Gracias a Dios!!

I pulled the comforter that was falling off his body up, I might be jealous and a little bit that he could sleep so sounded without me by his side, but I couldn’t risk him catching a cold. I sat on the floor, leaning my head on the couch as I stared at his face intently as if he were my favorite art piece my expression softened. I scrutinized every feature on his face unashamedly because I knew I couldn’t get caught. My eyes moved from his thick dark lashes that were almost twice the length as mine to his straight, perfect nose, down to his deep cupid bow and plump dark pink lips that looked almost red. How could he look so perfect? How could he be so lucky? Definitely, he was God’s favorite

In recent months, I've worked hard to keep my distance from any womanizer, player, or scoundrel in New York. I swallowed the last gulp of beer and leaned forward, leaving the bottle on the coffee table, before it was my turn to greet the man with striking light brown eyes and a good twenty centimeters taller than me, even wearing heels. My stomach churned as I forced a smile in response to his perfect teeth. Damn... he's fucking gorgeous. I blinked, trying to snap out of it.