Novel & Cerita Rowan Blanchard Sexy

I said, trying to wriggle out of his grip. But instead of letting me go, Rowan tugged my skirt up over my hips, bunching the fabric at my waist and exposing my lace panties. He paused, eyes trailing over me with a dark, carnal hunger. "God," he growled, voice thick with desire, "your ass is fucking delicious." "Rowan!" I groaned, frustrated and needed warring in my chest. "Can’t you see what this is doing to us? We’re driving each other mad. One minute we’re ignoring each other, the next we’re fighting, and then we’re having the hottest—"

“You’re drinking again… smoking too. You’ll ruin that strong body of yours.” Rowan tilts his head back and takes another long drag from his cigarette. “Get out.” She fails to take the hint. Gwen doesn’t stop. She circles the desk slowly, her robe loosening as she walks, taking her time. She stops right in front of him, then leans down, placing both her hands on the armrests of his chair so her face hovers close to his while her perfume fills the air, sweet and suffocating. “You don’t have to pretend, Rowan,” she whispers, low and seductive. “I know what you need. I can give it to you. The kind of relief that no one else can give.”

Rowan commanded me as if she couldn't wait a few more minutes, obviously she also wanted to suck. I was just swallowed by saliva as my hand shook and I slowly reached for his hard cock. "Ahh!" Rowan growled softly when I touched her pet, its pet was so hard and fat that I could hardly handle it completely, it seemed like they were the same size as Sandro but Rowan's pet was not insignificant that it was fatter.

His large hand waves around beside me, and then a tube of lubricant is in his hand. “Sorry Tate, but if I’m marking my man, I’m really doing it,” Rowan says, unapologetically. My dick swells inside Harlow at his words, desperately wanting to feel both of them at the same time. It’s been an absolute dream since he found me, and I obsess about it.

“Bold is boring when you have been eyeing us the same way we have been eyeing you since the wedding of Noah. That soft mouth of yours and those wide eyes have had me hard more nights than I can count thinking about how they would look stretched around my dick while Rowan fucks you from behind and we make you moan so loud the whole mountain hears it.” Rowan came up from the front then trapped me between their bodies in the tight space, his hand settling on my other hip and pulling me back against him so I could feel the thick hard line of his cock pressing right against my ass through our jeans. “He is right pretty boy we do not hide shit from each other and we both want the same thing right

Rowan says and I can't believe myself. The look of surprise in my eyes quickly contorts into one of pure anger as I stare at Rowan in utter fury. "How dare you? After the terrible stunt that you pulled earlier today, what right do you think you have to touch my pussy ever again?" The shadow of something hard crosses his face for a split second but passes away before I'm able to place a finger on it. It is replaced with raw unfiltered determination as Rowan takes the space between my thighs and leans his head forward to mine, so that they are less tha five inches apart.

Rowan gulped down one glass after another, until his vision became hazy. “Get me Miss Sheryl,” he said flatly. The waiter nodded and hurried off. One of his friends leaned back in his seat, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Well,” he chuckled, “I guess Mr mysterious isn’t keeping himself after all.” “His college wife is far too fragile for his grasp. He would ruin her,” another one said. Rowan said nothing, he just dragged on his cigarette, blowing the smoke up in the air. Just then, a lady with curves in the right places walked towards Rowan, her eyes already drinking him in. She had barely anything on, just a thong and flimsy strap top.

Although the magical blur covers parts of the body, it is clearly obvious she is entirely naked. Smack. She slaps Rowan incredibly hard across his face. "You secretly took videos of our mating heat!" "Calm down, how could it be me?" Rowan flusters, grabbing her wrist tightly to calm her. "Would I be stupid enough to put myself in the firing line?" He has no time to care about her feelings as he asks, "Think about it, who do you think did it?"

He grabbed her hips, yanked her back, and drove into her so hard her knees almost buckled. “Fuck—yes—deeper—” Riley begged, voice cracking. Rowan fucked her standing doggy, one hand wrapped around her throat from behind, the other slapping her ass in time with his thrusts. Riley’s tits bounced wildly, dark nipples tight, sweat and spit shining on her skin. She looked over at me, eyes locked on mine while Rowan railed her. “You look so good getting fucked like that,” she panted. “Levi’s cock stretching you wide… you gonna cum for him again?”

But it was… wrong. It was deliberately provocative. Inappropriate for a professional engagement. Borderline scandalous. And she was smiling like a woman who’d just gotten exactly what she wanted. “Well?” she asked, striking a little pose as she adjusted the cuffs of her blazer with a flirty tilt of her head. “What do you think?” Rowan’s mouth opened, then shut. His eyes narrowed slightly, gaze sweeping her up and down. It wasn’t lust in his eyes, it was alarm. He looked like he’d just witnessed a car crash in slow motion and was still processing the impact.