Playboy Heather Novels & Stories

Just because I learned to curb my sadist side with women, doesn’t always mean I’m perfect. “I said beg, Pet, or I’m going to wreck your throat, before you can tell him not to destroy your ass.” It’s not a threat in that sense. There are very few things Heather enjoys more than anal, and she’s earned it. I’m not even half down, and his navy-blue gaze is focused on her hips grinding the stuffie disguised bench. Her eyes are tearing, and I pull her off my cock with a pop, by the hair. “You don’t cum without permission,” I hum, and he lifts her last second, seeing it the same way I do and denying the orgasm.

That pussies smell incredibly sexy. That having a woman give me explicit instructions as to how fast or how gently to move my tongue made me incredibly horny. That having a woman trap my head between her thighs as she convulsed through her orgasm made me want to pin her to the mattress and empty myself into her. Heather was no exception. Heather was still panting softly. Her eyes were closed, and her legs were slightly open as she lay completely relaxed beside me. I really needed to fûck. I rolled on top of her, taking my weight on my elbows and using my knees to encourage her legs further apart. She didn’t open her eyes, but she smiled as she complied.

I’m human, and Trevor Hayes is a part of me that isn’t easy to erase. In my eyes, Adrian was just a playboy, and he was leaving town tomorrow. What we had was just fun, he might even have a girl lying in his bed right now, and honestly, I didn’t care. I had no regrets; I knew exactly what I was walking into when I told him I wanted him.

Marissa commented. "One more minute," replied my Mistress. "Open your eyes slut and look at me." I didn't want to open my eyes for fear it would trigger my orgasm. I was hanging on the edge and I didn't know if I could last another minute. But of course, I did. I saw a look of pride on Heather's face. It was a struggle not to cum, but I want to please her more than I wanted to orgasm. After about 30 seconds, Heather told me to count down slowly from 30 before I came. We'd played that game before so I understood it. This time it had a new twist though. Instead of just cupping my breasts and running her fingers around my nipples, Tiffany pinched my nipples between her thumb and forefinger and

Rhett said with sudden interest. Heath’s grin was wicked. “Ah, you know. Something that Cameron said the other day made me think that we could have some fun with some of the stuff on this site.” “What did I say that made you think butt plugs and vibrators?” Cameron hung over Heath’s shoulder in order to see what was on the screen. “For you I was actually looking at pinwheels and nipple clamps,” Heath replied with a savage grin. “Maybe some whips and handcuffs. But, last night… butt plugs lead to vibrators, and…”

She couldn't deny he had a well-toned body nor could she deny the amount of sex appeal that trickled out of him when she was near him. She was attracted to him, no doubt. Also, it was one of the reasons she disliked him because he was making her feel what she didn't want to. 'Ximena focus,' She chided herself. She wouldn't be fooled by him. It was one of his playboy acts of getting girls into bed and she was not one of those silly bimbos that bow and worship him. She, Ximena Claros was immune to his charm as far as she was concerned.

"God, I was hoping you guys wouldn't see that shit." "After the whole debacle with that heiress you brought to Nora's party, I didn't think it could get worse," I tell him archly. Reed has developed a reputation for pulling these kinds of stunts. As the owner of the upscale Eastwood hotel chain, an international franchise, he's often rubbing shoulders with powerful people—and, as such, has made a name for himself amongst New York's elite. Unfortunately, they know him best for his tabloid-fodder romantic trysts with unattainable women. The latest scandal is hardly surprising.

They both turned. One of Adrian’s staff appeared, holding a tablet. His expression was tight with concern. “Sir, you need to see this. A news article just went live about Ms. Nora.” Adrian’s entire demeanor shifted from warm to sharp. “Show me.” The staff handed him the tablet. Adrian read the headline aloud in a cold, controlled tone that sent a shiver across Nora’s skin. “‘Disowned Heiress Seen Living With Billionaire Adrian Cole’.” Nora felt her stomach drop.

I step in close, lean down, and whisper “What the hell are you doing?” She gives a sweet and innocent little smile that I know is not innocent. “Heather is a little bigger in the hips, which, with the way you felt her up earlier, you likely noticed.” She says laced with a hint of jealousy. “Neither mine nor April’s clothes fit her, she needs something to sleep in and for training.”

I ask her as I move her up my body. She coughs and her eyes open. "Help me please," She cries softly. "It's okay, I am here. It is me. Luciano," I say and she tries to sit up. "It's okay, you don't have to move. I will carry you," I say as I lift her off the floor. I carry her out of the room and I meet Lily standing with a gun in her hands. "Alright Playboy, take the girl to the car and follow me. I got a pastor around the block. We are getting married," She says.