Playboy Heather Novels & Stories

The paparazzi were all over him as he walked upstage , he had gone to a shopping mall to have a change of cloth on his way here , he was putting on a white turtle neck on army green pants and tuxedo. The crowd went wild immediately they saw him up stage , he was looking drop dead handsome, he was even looking more handsome than usual, his hair was gelled and styled to the right side. He slowly raised his hands with a smile as he waved before walking to where he was supposed to seat. "Thank you thank you everyone " Kath , the TV host said immediately he sat down but the crowd didn't stop cheering , females especially, they couldn't just get over how handsome he looked. Ariel winced slightly w

He's looking so dashing in his black black attire which just gives confirms his relation with the devil. His outfit today is a bit casual than the one he wore for the triple date,but he was still hot. I noticed we had matching necklace and bracelet,I'm sure they cost a fortune. I've never seen him wear chains, or noticed the piercings on his ears. He had earrings on to complete his playboy look. His hair was so dark and few curly strands fell on his forehead,almost covering his left eye. Our outfit matched like we're real couples made from heaven What people wouldn't know is that I'm secretly wishing I would see his handsome face get burnt in hell, it's so sad he's got a very pretty face.

POV: Heather My loud moans were like an open invitation to him, telling him I was having as much fun as he is. He flicks his tongue on my marking spot, laving at that spot before taking it between his teeth, teasing and pleasuring me beyond imagination. My hip suddenly developed a mind of its own as it bucked toward him, making me moan even louder as that little action brought me so much more pleasure than I ever imagined. He rips off my thong in one swift move, leaving me as bare as he was. Then he took a step back to stare at my bare body, taking in a deep breath as he does.

“The girl up there on the stage.” Frown lines appeared on his forehead as he swallowed, shifting his gaze from Zeke to me. He exhaled deeply after taking a deep breath. “I don’t understand, Mr. Moretti. There are two girls still on stage. Which one do you want?” I responded, “the girl you took off the stage. I would like to request a private service from her.” My eyes met his, and the powerful Tony, the so-called godfather of this strip club, trembled.

Each time her body tried to collapse, the one behind her held her hips steady and drove in harder. Heather muffled cries and moans blended into raw, obscene music. From the side, Lola’s voice cut sharply and breathlessly. “God, Heather you look so fucking good.” Heather's eyes flicked to her best friend, Lola’s fingers buried in her own soaked pussy, her moans shameless, her gaze hungry. Watching. Enjoying. The thought made Heather orgasm rip through her, violent and unstoppable. Her pussy clenched around the man fucking her, milking him until he cursed loudly and spilled inside her, his hot release flooding her womb.

“Am I right, Luna? Nonetheless, I still pity you. Normal people will control their urges when they see someone’s body in that state, but I guess you like taking on a challenge.” Luna’s expression darkened all of a sudden. Rosalyn sighed, gave Heather a light shove at the back, and said, “Don’t joke about this. You are a virgin, so what do you know about things like this?” Malcolm could not help curling his lips in a smirk when he heard this. Heather, a virgin? This was probably the funniest joke of the year. When Heather and he were engaged, they had slept together plenty of times. However, the fact that this woman managed to conceal her true nature for so many years was indeed very impressi

“My sources also say that Sophia had flings with many of the local thugs back then. Come to think about it, she must be so filthy now after having sexual affairs with so many men!” Heather could no longer act dumb anymore. The revelation of Sophia’s disgusting past proved nothing but the fact that she was a filthy woman. As images of how Heather used to hold Sophia’s hand when they talked flashed past her mind, Heather found herself one step away from skinning herself alive. “What you just said… Is it all true?”

Life was really unfair! Heather Derringer was one of the last employees to leave the steel plant, and Leila had to dismiss naughty thoughts of sucking Sterling’s huge cock from her head. She groaned when her skin smarted from being torn from the seat abruptly as she left her truck. At least Gerald had been right about her recognizing the petite blonde with the fake breasts, fake eye lashes, and body which hadn’t ever carried a child. Heather was maybe twenty-five and everything Gary’s wife Denise was not. Clothes that conformed to her body, highlights, and waxed. Like every inch of her body probably. Heather screamed high maintenance.

“I agree. If there’s anything to breathe new life into Edge—” “We’re doing so poorly, we’ve all grown so scared; we’re all reporting from safe, scared places, afraid to push the button in case we explode. We’re already withering here. We need to write about the topics that scare us, fascinate us . . . and nobody fascinates this city more than our billionaire bachelors. Do you know who I’m talking about?” “The playboys?” Her lips twist. “The worst of them all.” She pulled out another magazine. I stared at the cover, which said Angel or Devil? “James Godfrey,” I whispered.

Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy . Chapter 12: just a cheating bitch . “Okay, hold your pose. We will sort through the pictures now”, the photographer tells me and turns to his assistant. They retreat to the computer, discussing the pictures passionately with the help of the interviewer. “Get your hands off of me”, Elijah growls, shaking my hand off. “Geez I am”, I throw back, retreating my hand, “be even more obvious.”