Novel & Cerita Rowan Blanchard Sexy

I need to feel for once that I am a priority and not just a back up or a spare. “Oh we can convince the board right now. I can fuck you against the desk and make sure it’s broadcasting live to every office.” Rowan steps closer as the idea of people watching us makes my nipples harden with desire. As if on cue his eyes are drawn to my chest. I try and control my breathing. Rowan smiles knowing he had me where he wants me. “I think my very sexually adventurous wife would love an audience.”

"Huh, now you say that because you're with Cillian. You're just a woman after money..." "I have my own money without having to ask Cillian, Rowan. And just so you know, Cillian gives me the freedom to do what I want. You're not even close to him." Rowan couldn't respond. It was clear he was no match for Cillian, who was almost perfect in every way. “You’re right. Cillian is better than me.” Rowan stepped closer to me. “But you and I aren’t completely done yet, Savannah.” “Rowan, what are you going to do?” My body shivered with fear as Rowan got closer. “Stay away from me!”

He cries and jerks harder, faster. I can't really see Rowan from beneath me, as Knox’s is stationed in front of me, determined to burst my chord. But when I feel a hand reach out to trace the outline of Adrian’s cock in my expanded cunt, I jump. Holy fuck!!! Rowan is such a pervert! I could have sworn he was the most virtuous, the one with the touch of sanity… but he’s worse. A freaking wreck, puffed up with his dirty stinky fantasy.

I could feel the flame of my desire quickly rekindling, and the thought of Francesca was fast receding from my mind. “Time for you to spread your legs so that I can fuck you. Wider, spread your legs wider for me,” Rowan urged as his hand moved to unbuckle his belt. Soon his cock was free from its restraint, and it stood up proudly in between his legs. Once again I found myself marveling at its impressive size. Perhaps it looked even bigger and thicker than I had remembered.

“I heard he had to pursue her for years. All the big companies practically threw themselves to get a deal with her company.” “Well, it definitely helped that they knew each other, for sure,” Tommy tells me. I know he’s not saying that to piss me off but it irks me that he’s implying something. “I’ve never seen them like that though,” Charlie states. “They’re completely professional in client meetings. I would have never guessed they were that close.” He nods towards the platform. What I see makes me feel things. The woman is leaning her head on Mr. Cane’s shoulder while she’s touching his jaw.

Then the panties hit the floor, and I let out a slow fuck. The scent of her arousal filled the air, and while I snuffed in the sweet aroma, Nathan began to circle her like a wolf, his eyes devouring every inch of her creamy skin. "Beautiful," he murmured, his fingers grazing her hip. "Skin soft like butter. I can barely control myself baby." I saw the flush creep up her chest and settle in her cheeks. She tried to cover herself, her arms crossing over her chest, but Rowan was on her in a flash. He snatched her wrists, pinning them at her sides.

I smile widely, enamored by him. An eerie sensation washes over me when I notice that Rowan is not sitting alone. Beside him, a lady clings to him, a sinister smile curving her mouth. She looks like the kind of beauty that makes heads turn. She’s wearing a maroon mini dress that clings to her curves perfectly. Her elegant appearance is enhanced by her long, toned legs. Her features are perfectly symmetrical, with high cheekbones, full lips, and almond-shaped eyes that seem to hold both allure and calculation. She rests her manicured fingers on Rowan’s chest, leaning on him.

They'd done more intimate things than just applying some meds, and she convinced herself it'd pass in a blink. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Natalie leaned back on her hands. Her eyes couldn't help but flick up to his face again and again. Rowan was so beautiful that he looked like someone had carved him too carefully. There wasn't a single flaw about him, and even if he had any, his skin was too pale. Just then, his phone rang. He slipped it from his pocket, and just before he turned away, she caught the name that lit up on the screen—Pamela.

"Yolanda's not bad, right? Too bad she's a little tame in bed. You should give it a go with Naomi next time. She really knows how to move her hips." Rowan sat with his legs crossed, calmly reviewing the contract. He looked completely unimpressed and replied flatly, "I'll pass." Preston assumed he was just putting on a show. He let out a lecherous chuckle before saying, "Come on, it's just a woman. Try a few and you'll see what you've been missing." After confirming the details, Rowan signed his name. Then, he looked up. His voice was cold as he shot back, "I'd rather not catch anything."

He couldn’t tell whether she was stressed or insane. ********************************* Emma's gaze locked onto Rowan's chiseled jaw and broad shoulders, her breath quickening as memories of their stolen moments flooded her mind. They'd been careful, dodging Lena's watchful eyes, but now, in this hidden corner of the room, the secrecy only heightened the thrill. Rowan had lifted whatever spell he'd once cast on her, yet here she was, captivated by his raw presence, her body responding before her mind could catch up.