Real Lover Novels & Stories

Gregory gripped both cheeks of her ass and pulled her up hard against him, his erection like hot steel burning her belly through the thin silk of his pants. He released her lip and took her mouth again, filling her with the taste of his desire and need. A hard shudder shook him and he growled, his groan vibrating against her lips. "Damn Angel, I can never imagine sharing you with some other man. Your kisses are mine." He said, playing with her lips. "Yes, all yours Greg..." She was shaken, left emotionally raw and open by one of the most erotic moments of my life. No one has ever made her knees buckle, made her senses slow, or pushed her brain overboard with just a kiss. Except Gregory Johns

I had to control myself. Looking at him, he might be having 1 or 2 girlfriends. Although he looks like the sincere type, who knows what lies beyond those well-polished suites. No matter what this is not love….just a fleeting crush, I tried convincing myself. He was talking about the life he was leading here. I got to know that he was the owner of Starel company where my father worked. It is one of the top most leading companies in software design, gadgets and electronics. I remember Kavin telling me that this was the dream company he wanted to work in.

This time, I couldn’t speak because my moans clashed with my words. My moans set his body on fire and before I knew it, I was falling back on my bed while he stained wherever he was with his orgasm. It’s weird but being with him has given me the best orgasms. That makes me crave our physical reunion big time. I really hate that he’s so far away doing business. But he takes care of me still. He treats me like a princess and is my escape from this big prison hellhole I call home. “Fuck, Lorelei, you’re beautiful. And you’re mine.” Leo groaned, slowly rubbing his hand back and forth on his girth. “I love you.” He said to me and just that sentence made my heart twinkle.

I said. "So today is the day where you publish your newest book and it's called The Real Deal. Can you tell us briefly what it is about?" The MC asked and I smiled nodding. "Well.. I don't want to spoil anything but it's based on my own love life. I wrote this book for my boyfriend, Ares, just to thank him for everything." I said and I turned to see Ares standing beside my dad. He smiled widely at me and I turned to the audience again nervously.

The truth that neither of them had dared speak until now, after fire had touched everything they’d tried to protect. But love—love didn’t fix what they’d broken. Not the lies. Not the blood. Not the betrayal. Eden stepped forward slowly. “So what now? You say it and everything’s fine?” “No. Nothing’s fine. But at least it’s real.” She laughed bitterly. “Real? You think this is real?” She gestured around them. “Your mother’s dead. Your father is trying to gut you from the inside out. My entire life’s been a setup. You want real? We’re standing in the wreckage of it.”

That's actually the case with many of my admirers, when they can't have real sex with me, they brag about our relationship. And I like to play the game along, knowing that at the end of the evening a breathtaking reward awaits me. Danner is my favorite sex partner, he masters the act to drive me to those heavenly orgasms. I hardly ever turn down any of his date invitations, which makes people guess whether I'm just his mistress or committed girlfriend.

"And who is this delightful woman with you?" My breath hitched as he pulled me closer, looping my hand through his. He parted my hand and spoke. "This here is the love of my life and possibly one day my wife and mother of my children," he said without taking his eyes off me. 'this is for show; none of it is real.' I kept on chanting to remind me not to fall for Soren. He must be a Playboy who had been hibernating for too long. "Lioraé Alcott," he announced, like I had won some grand prize.

even meant anymore. Real wasn’t the contract we signed. It wasn’t the ring, or the title, or the way our names looked together in headlines. Real was how his voice sounded when he apologized. Real was how he didn’t try to defend himself tonight. Maybe people don’t fall in love once. Maybe they fall, and break, and meet again in the wreckage, learning how to build something gentler. I touched the spot on my forehead where he’d kissed me. The warmth still lingered, faint but steady.