Play Me I M Yours Novels & Stories

"She's... very insecure about that." "Why would she be insecure?" He huffed. "She's fucking beautiful. Ten times more beautiful than you, Yaya." Kaly glared at him before a smile appeared almost immediately. "I'm immune to your harsh words my dear cousin." Her glare returned. "You're not lying to me, are you?" "I never lie." He said, deadpan. "Have you ever tried lying?" Kaly wondered. "Get off my screen, Yaya." He ordered.

Amanda pleaded for the guy to sigh. “I can only help you because I think you don’t deserve to be used to get that evil husband of yours.” The guy said for Amanda to look at him. “ what’s your name?” She asked for the guy to sigh. “Israel” he said for Amanda to smile. “ thank you” she said

I guess my face dropped because Irya squeezed my hand. “Hey, you never know, you may still have it. Just say your friend passed away. I am never ashamed to pull out the death card. And you can totally use me. I can play dead.” She said and lord, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. I could just imagine her lying in a casket to take a picture. “You would totally look hot playing dead. And I would love to tag along your trip, I also wish to travel at some point in my life.” I said as her eyes grew wider.

“Ride me,” Damn, Ederic was fucked up today. He slowly lifted his waist and thrust as his legs wobbled, feeling a knot inside his stomach. He released his fluid once again, feeling how deep the elder was going. Aaron shook his head before grabbing Ederic's fit waist in his hand, and thrusting deep inside.

Every person who had underestimated me. I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming. And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number. “Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read. I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it. The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name. I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.

Fuck me! "I won't apologise; in fact, you should. I'm only this crazy because of you. You're the one who's bringing back a side of me I lost, actually a side of me I never knew existed. I don't know who this person is, but I love her. I seem to have found myself but also extra parts I never knew existed. Kicking the door closed, I pull him towards me; stumbling back, we both fall in a heap on the floor.

She reckoned that I must have been swapped at birth by someone with ill intentions, which would make Aaron an impostor. I thought such things only happened in television dramas. After hearing Tessa out, I sputtered. "You might have watched too many soap operas." Tessa rapped her knuckles against my head and said, "Art imitates life. You'll find that real life is often far more dramatic than television shows." When she saw how pensive I was, she tugged on my arm and insisted that I reward her for her week of hard work. Tessa might have seemed cool and reserved when I first met her, but after getting to know her, I realized that she was playful and kind.

he told me. Priority? Worker? I sniffed hard. “I don't think I need any care. I'm not a child and I do my job well.” With that, I walked away, abandoning the coffee on the counter. *** Immediately I left, I stormed into my room and closed the door with my trembling hands. “Fuck you, Korn!” Then, without thinking, I opened a p**n page on my phone and clicked on a gay video of two men fucking each other. I pulled my pants to my knee and sat on the bed, stroking my dick as I watched them.

Amara quickly reached to grab my phone, but I dodged, making her fall onto me instead. "Show me that I can handle Webb for you; this is already enough evidence to have him sit out half the season." Amara reached for my phone again, but I pulled it back. "I don't want him sitting out half the season," I whispered, and her eyes went cold in an instant. "Don't tell me you still love that idiot," she spat bitterly. "I don't," I answered honestly. "But who says I can't hate him? Moreover, playing clean has never been something I'm good at." Amara raised an eyebrow, but I just shrugged and leaned against the window, waiting for her to drive us home. In a game of chess, the board holds two players.

Pleasure built like a wave ready to crash. We flipped so I rode him, bouncing fast. My tits jiggled and he grabbed them, pinching nipples. "Ride that cock, baby. Show me how bad you need our secret life." I sank down on his hard dick, moaning loud. "Fuck, you're big. Filling me up so good." I started moving my hips, grinding slow at first. "Tell me how you felt when you saw Mom marry someone else."