Playboy Heather Novels & Stories

I heard she was sort of a champion on the team until she left to join cheerleading. “Get a grip on yourself you have idiot,” she hissed. “Tyler would fuck anything in a skirt. You think I’m the only one he’s had sex with?” she yanked Lola’s head up. “Look at the girls here,” she pointed at the girls gathered around them watching the whole thing unfold. “Do you know how many of these girls he has fucked and how many times?” I noticed that some of the senior girls looked away to avoid Heather’s eyes. Tears pooled in Lola’s eyes as she realized just how foolish she had been.

he hugged me more tightly I asked "do you love me the same even in the future" he said "yeah princess I will love you only you" I asked "what if incase I cheated on you will you hate me" he chuckled and said "no princess if you cheat on me it's not your mistake it's my mistake that iam not being good so you choosed another person" is he really the same playboy I met he said "no matter what whatever situation might be I loves you that's it untill iam alive I love only you" I hugged him tightly and started crying

A/N: Mature content, 18+ sex scenes ahead! *** Without further ado, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed forward with a force that made Heather gasp in both pain and ecstasy. Their bodies met with a primal connection that sent shockwaves of pleasure through them both. Heather's body trembled as Atlas thrust into her, his cock filling her tightness. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent waves of sensation coursing through her, making her moan in a way she never had before. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red marks that would be reminders of their encounter.

Including this one. He was tall, muscular, Chiseled, handsome, Rich...And he was a Playboy. He easily got whatever had an attractive body with panties underneath to his bed in mere days. He walked into his luxurious penthouse after the elevator opened, and towards his bedroom. The room he had been in before was the normal room where he usually brought women. Here, he was alone and doesn't have some annoying scent clinging to his bed. And he's going to have to scrub himself to get rid of the one all over his body right now.

She just wanted the raw, uninhibited friction of the man who had torn the world apart to keep her in his dark. Leo let out a raw growl, his hand diving beneath her black pencil skirt, his fingers bypassing her lace underwear to find her completely soaked and throbbing for him. He didn't ease into it. Driven by the unhinged devotion of a man who had almost lost his absolute obsession, he entered her with a sharp, heavy thrust that made Gia’s head snap back against the cushions, a loud, breathless cry dying in the back of her throat.

That meant whoever the sender was, he or she was close by. My breath quivered involuntarily as I waited for the d******d to complete. I had this feeling that whatever I will see in it won’t be good. When I finally played the video, it turned out to be true. The sight was so shocking that it made my eyes roll back in my head. The video showed the Heather girl stark naked and sprawled on the bed. She appeared to be half-unconscious and was probably under the influence of something, possibly drugs because of the way she was squirming around sluggishly on the bed.

The headline hits me like a sucker punch, and I freeze. What the fuck? Photos flash across the screen. Me leaving the club with Michael Orlando’s daughter. Me laughing with Nicholas outside the club. Jenna and Cassandra, or whatever their names are, draped across my lap at a bar. Shots so perfectly timed they look like a goddamn tabloid wet dream. The article spins the whole story. Playboy prince. Russian mob ties. Abandons pregnant girlfriend in New York. Eva Costa's byline stares back at me like a slap in the face.

"Since the heavens have sent you to me, it must be fate! What's so great about Ambrose Darby? The great head of the Elysium Gate is about to lose his lover to another man. I promise you'll be happy for the rest of your life with me, ha ha… Come here and give me a kiss…" Ether grew with excitement as he spoke, bringing his lips closer and closer… "Disgusting!" Heather was filled with humiliation and anger at the sight of Ether inching closer toward her. However, her hands were bound, so she spat coldly onto his face. "You're the disgrace of this desert, you shameless bastard. Brother Ambrose is the only one I want," said Heather with a stony expression. "Do you really think you have the right

Look, if I were giving the opportunity trust me I will climb that man like a polar bear and ride him till my old not so sure working Virgina screams and is sore, but I can't okay "I erupted all off a sudden. Seeing him everyday sends my ovaries and hormones on overdrive , he occupies my thoughts daily I can't even comprehend if what am feeling is actually lust or something else . Believe me I do want to explore this part of me but I can't . He's my boss and to top it all he's the great Damien Boyce the great business "Tyrant" the heir to all the Boyce shipping, clothing Empire , he's super rich , wealthy and handsome as well. He's damn too popular among the ladies for his own good and that s

She asked as she laughed again this time, it sounded more like a giggle as her eyes shined brightly. “You are the city’s certified playboy, with your vast experience with and around women, I’m sure you would know what to do. Me on the other hand, I haven’t even had my first date yet and have no basic idea on when people do other than what I see when I’m working of course.”