Playboy Novels & Stories

I was now resting on my girlfriend's laps, on the floor. She was looking at my stomach and covering her mouth with her bloodied hands. Scott!!! She suddenly screamed my name again and her tears were overflowing. I heard her friend talking and it seems like she's calling for help. "Oh my God! Scott!" She whimpered like a baby and seeing her looking so miserable and scared, I felt regret. I have always been a Playboy and was proud of it. I was proud of it, because I'm aware I'm doing something wrong. I've embraced it, so I never felt guilty.

My name is Veronica Hargreaves and I hail from New York City, United States. Am actually going to be twenty-seven years old this year, and I am filled with euphoria to tell a very interesting tale about I and my playboy, Jake Benson. I would have to begin from the scratch with how Jake was introduced to me intuitively, when I was in search for playboys in my Company The Hargreaves Textile Company where I was the Ceo after my Dad Richard Hargreaves retired.

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.

Apparently unaware at the sneak peek she'd just given him, she continued walking forward and went into her room. Now his horniness definitely outweighed his hunger, and he stepped back into his room and kicked at the door with his foot to close it as he rushed over to his bedside to pull out the well used Hustler magazine hidden underneath. The centerfold was a blonde with huge round breasts, playing with her open and spread pink pussy... in a lot of ways she resembled Tatiana. Fumbling with his pants, he pulled out his fully hard dick, 8" long, and began stroking it as he sat on the edge of the bed looking at his magazine.

She grinned, eyes still closed. “There’s this guy I met a couple weeks ago. Tall, cocky, the kind who walks like he owns the sidewalk. We hooked up once and—girl—he was really good with his dick. Like, Olympic-level good. But the second it was over, he got that playboy vibe all over him. You know the type? Texts you at 2 a.m. like he’s doing you a favor, then ghosts for three days.” I laughed so hard I almost dropped the toner.

playboy, he has a sugar-coated mouth, all his life based on falsehoods, he has lots of bad habits, to crown it all he was a Casanova, there was no sole validity in his life but he's from a wealthy dwelling, he flaunts different types of cars and he can be dressed up to the flavor to catch up his preys, but he was not ready to enter into any marriage agreement with any girls or ladies, just to toy with them and tosses out, When Sophie was going to her office, she was a little bit late, and she was In a haste to catch up with morning appointment, she drives on the highway, and when she was about making a turning, she slammed Stanley's exotic car, and she was dri

It would be fucked to have our first argument right before we left for our honeymoon but I knew there would be war if she came home with any of that too short shit. "I like this one Jake." She pointed out something that looked like strips of material held together by some kind of metal loop in the back and from the way it looked on the mannequin would only come to about six inches below her ass. I gave her a look but she wouldn't back down. "You're out your fucking mind." She folded her arms and glared at my ass. "You've said no to the last three things I picked out, fine why don't you just choose for me then?" "I thought that's why I was here."

the reporter said and I closed my eyes. They were wrong but also right, they were wrong in the sense that Raymond was an asshole. He was actually an asshole because he was a playboy who loved to move from woman to woman but then, he wouldn’t do something as despicable as this, it just wasn’t who Raymond was and they were right in one sense, it was a closed case, all evidence pointed against Raymond and he didn’t even have one single piece of evidence to show he was innocent. I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair, this was really messed up, how would I save him now? I sniffled as I looked to the left when something caught my attention.

She muttered, lovestruck, which made me roll my eyes. “Finally, a normal one who doesn't crush on Beta Wyatt.” A lady who seemed to be in her nineteen said, which caught my attention. She sat next to Nancy and turned to me, “Who did you choose, Beta Wyatt and Playboy Asher?” “Beta Wyatt and Doctor Asher are the crushes of all girls in the pack?” I queried. But, I don't find it surprising, the two combined with Alpha Oswald are the most handsome men I've ever met. “Yes.” She replied proudly. “Although Asher is famous for being a Playboy who only does one-night-stand, I want him,” Eve whispered to us.

I begged and before Harry could retaliate it was already smashed to pieces as blood oozed out attracting people around and the paparazzi. ©Pop Precious