روايات وقصص ضمن Prickly Romance Nia Arthurs

I sip, then casually, though graciously, dismiss Simon. Once alone, Nikki takes her flute into my suite. With her other hand, she selects a non-descript black box from the gift bag that has no logo stamped on it to identify where it’s come from. The sex club. She passes it to me, takes a deeper drink, then sets aside the glass to start stripping down. I settle into a chair alongside the fireplace, but her purpose is to make a production of her tease-show. And I’m enrapt. When she’s down to her red-satin-and-black-lace bra, a matching thong and high heels only, it’s not just fiery adrenaline pumping through me. My blood turns to magma. My nerve endings snap like livewires.

Her hand moved higher—palm flat over Kamara’s ribs, then up. She cupped one bare breast, her thumb brushing across a nipple. Kamara gasped. “It’s so fucking hard. Poor baby—he left you aching, didn’t he?” Nia pinched gently, rolling the bud between her fingers. Kamara moaned softly. “I bet your pussy’s soaked too.” She slipped her hand down again, this time between Kamara’s thighs, pressing right against the lace. Hot. Wet. “Fuck me,” Nia growled. “You’re dripping already.”

"Maybe this is getting a little bit awkward, but I gotta admit... surrendering my virginity to a handsome prince like you isn't bad at all!" Prince Artur tilted his face to smile. "I will be more than happy to do that. I mean losing virginity is something I looked forward to happening as well!" Arya bowed her head and saw Prince Arthur's semi hard dick. "Can I touch it?" she asked. Prince Arthur grabbed Arya's her and put her arm on his dick. "Of course you can!" he kissed her lips again, this time, more aggressive. He pulled her head against him and they exchanged saliva.

He hugged her like he was trying to consume her body into his. Another giggle. Another hug. I stood there frozen, watching him touch what I once thought was mine. Michael clapped Nia on the shoulder next. “Fine ass Nia! Pregnant, huh? By who, Matt? Where’s his ass at?” “Inside,” Nia said with a smirk. “Fine, fine. Well, check me in so I can see my people.” Nia handed him his bag, and of course, he hugged Aria again before strolling inside.

She decisively turned leave when the door swept open! Natalia froze on her tracks! "Natalia?" Arian De' Argent was surprised to see her there. The princess turned to him and passed him an awkward smile. Arian's responding smile was brighter than hers. Natalia got lost, staring at his handsome profile. Dressed in black sweats, his raven black hair dripped with water which cascaded down the skin of his smooth neck. Arian's after-shower figure looked nice for her sinful eyes to feast on.

Her face was flushed with shame, and she looked at me with a look of feigned guilt for having an affair with my husband. My hands clenched into tight fists, the happiness of my pregnancy crumbling. I tried to look calm even though my heart was burning. There was no longer any happiness or enthusiasm as I felt a moment ago, but I stayed where I was and entered Lyord's study. "Lyord, I have something to tell you ...." Lyord's voice, sharp and cold as ice, interrupted. "Do you know how to knock on the door, Nia?" A shadow fell as Lyord spun around, his height and bulk blocking the light in the window. His hair was black as night, contrasting with his ice-blue eyes, staring at me with piercing i

, Darika murmured his name and that was enough for him to die a virgin, even without using his right hand. Instead of, feeling offended by her biting and licking, Arthit enjoyed the feeling of her biting him in the face. He smiled and rubbed her lips with her thumbs. Darika fell asleep and he couldn't stop at all. His muscles were tight enough to explode at any moment and his forehead was covered with sweat but he couldn't stop himself. Her temptation was too deadly. Like a beast that had been completely aroused, Arthit instinctively turned over and pressed her under him. He grabbed her fragile hands, clasped them tightly, lifted them to her head, and held them down.

) She says coolly. Then why are you turned on? I can smell your arousal, Riah. (Your scent is driving me crazy.) I say huskily, and I close the distance between us so she can feel how hard she has me. (Nick, please.) She says, but it comes out like a moan. Please, what, Riah? You want this? I ask and press myself against her. (No, I don’t just let me go.) She studders. (I don’t think I want to just yet; I think first I’m going to teach you how to show me some respect.) I growl and turn her around so that her chest is pressed against the door.

Her voice broke as her back arched off the counter, her hands shot out to grip the edges for support. His name fell from her lips again, this time more ragged, more pleading. Her hips bucked instinctively, begging for more of his mouth. He groaned against her, the vibration sent shockwaves through her core. His tongue flicked over her clit, quick and teasing, before plunging deeper, tasting her fully. Nia’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging as if she could pull him even closer. “Oh God, don’t stop—please, don’t stop,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper yet filled with desperation.

☉NAIDA He got up from his seat and prowled towards me. I remained in my curtsey, staring at the floor with wide eyes. “Rise,” He said gently. I hesitated, because he was standing so close. I was scared that I would unravel if I gazed up at him, give in to my forbidden urges. But he made the decision for me. His finger hooked under my chin and lifted my face. “What's your full name?” “Naida Ashryver.”