Playboy Heather Novels & Stories

While sobbing and shaking with her hands, Heather reached out to pull down Anderson's pants. "Take off your clothes! Are you deaf?" Anderson's scolding made Heather finally choose to take off her clothes in front of Anderson. After being naked, Heather did what Anderson wanted. Within minutes, Anderson was jamming his into Heather's mouth until she was gagging. Heather couldn't breathe, and Anderson was cruelly pushing more. He forced Heather, who was almost half unconscious, to satisfy his lust. When finished, Heather was pulled and thrown onto the bed. Having not yet recovered her awareness of what happened previously, Heather now has to experience something that is no less sadistic.

"Please, as if you're one to talk. Have you seen your bedhead lately? It's like a bird built a nest up there." Tommy ran a hand through his messy hair, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "The ladies love it. It's called the 'artfully disheveled' look. You should try it sometime." "Oh yeah?" I raised an eyebrow. "And how would you know what the ladies like? Been charming all the nurses, have you?" A faint blush crept up Tommy's neck. "Maybe," he mumbled, then quickly changed the subject. "Speaking of ladies, are you two still together?"

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.

Heather knew the rich and powerful had their means of digging out the truth, so she wasn't caught off-guard by Wanda's question. Over 20 years ago, while Heather had been a student in Ravenwell, she'd heard of even more shocking scandals—like families selling their daughters to older, powerful men to secure their position in the social hierarchy. Thinking more scandalous things had happened among the rich and powerful, Heather made no effort to deny her wrongdoing. Wanda immediately pulled her hand away from Heather's. "It's no wonder Bev's health is in such terrible state. She's had to endure your nonsense and your son's tomfoolery!"

~ Thomas~ TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND ASSAULT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. As I flipped through the magazine, my gaze landed on a boldly scribbled heading– 30 UNDER 30: THOMAS BROWN TOPS THE LIST 3 YEARS IN A ROW. I felt a surge of embarrassment as I gazed at the outdated photo of myself plastered on the page. Couldn't they have made a minimal effort to find a recent picture, perhaps from my I*******m?

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 really wondered if they would still accept her if they found out she was currently cheating on Trevor. After she got married to Trevor, I soon discovered that behind the scenes, Allysia and my mother constantly belittled the Hayeses. Trevor never found out because his parents never said a word about it. And why would they, when they were able to score several million-dollar contracts that were only possible because of Victoria? “I really can’t stay. The meeting starts in an hour and I can’t be late,” I said, already moving past them.

Hailey asked nervously as Eliza did not say a word. “...That’s not it.” Skyler let out a breath of relief. “I knew it. President Jewell has such a tall and broad figure. He can’t possibly have bad skills.” Eliza’s head hurt so much that she did not want to talk. She took out her phone and went into Facebook. In less than half an hour, the news about Stuart had dropped to the tenths on the list of trending topics, while Heather’s hot search was in first place. The netizens had thoroughly dug out everything about Heather, including the news about her seducing other people’s boyfriends when she was studying. Some people also said that she used to be a hostess.

Honey was rubbing her sister's back. I was enough of a pervert to look from Heather's bare feet up to her perfect ass, clad only in a pair of black panties. Heather was my athlete. She had inherited my height, and stood at five-eight, with strong legs and a ripped midsection from playing endless games of soccer for her high school team. Despite her lack of nearly all unnecessary fat, Heather also had a perfect set of c-cup breasts that absolutely defied gravity. Honey was the older sister, but Heather had more of a woman's body. A body that a lot of playboy models would have been jealous of.

Although my mother is the Luna and does not normally attend births of the pack she was by Melissa’s side when Heather was born, just four days before I was. Heather is one of the packs beauties. She is very tall with long legs and shimmering blond hair. The Mood Goddess blessed her with high cheek bones, and a voluptuous hourglass figure. When Heather walks into a room all the men stare at her beauty. Unfortunately, her beauty is only skin deep. Heather has broken my nose on multiple occasions and has spread rumors throughout the pack that I am a slut. She blames me for her not being the next Luna. According to Heather my brother was probably her destined mate.