Saiki X Satou Novels & Stories

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

God, I didn't even know how to explain it. "This is wrong," I muttered to myself. But the ache in my core wasn't helping me to convince myself of that. "Open your mouth, Sakura," Mr. Avery said. Staring up at him through wide eyes, I parted my lips slightly. Nerves rushed through my body, hot adrenaline making me squirm. Mr. Avery pressed the head of his cock against my bottom lip, and I wrapped my lips around it, tasting his salty pre-cum. "Good girl, Miss Sato," he said, grunting softly and leaning back in his swivel chair. He took my braided pigtails in his hands and pulled them lower, so I'd take more of him in my mouth. "Just like that."

He wore a gray suit, and he wore an expensive watch. The man stopped and nodded: Saito Mitsuo smiled at Rosalie and asked: " Is it rude of me to say that I do not remember you? " asked Saito, your prominent accent. Rosalie smiled, and approached: " I’m Rosalie Valois, sir." She reached out to the man, who shook. Saito was the owner of the Japanese car brand Saito, one of the best-selling in the world. " You were going to sit here, weren’t you?"

Leia cackled with laughter as she teased her. She sputtered at her friend, "Leia, I'm not blushing!" with annoyance. Leia chuckled. Oh, la la! Emily, I'm sorry but I just don't buy that. Emily rolled her eyes in response to Leia's grating manner of speaking. I'm not blushing.' She succeeds in persuading her. There is no reason to be embarrassed about it. It's very sweltering in here, don't you know!' She responded to the criticism.

Her voice came out soft but clear. Sato removed his jacket fast. Then his shirt. His chest was lean with defined muscles. He stepped to the bed. Kenji dropped his robe. His thick cock stood ready again. Sato opened his pants and his own cock sprang out. Long and slightly curved. Different from Kenji but equally hard.

Meanwhile, Karina just surrendered when Susan pulled her. Inside the building, everyone was already sitting in their respective chairs. Karina took a seat in the far corner. Susan had already walked over to Saka who was sitting with Edo. Edo was Saka's old friend. Edo was as nerdy as Saka. The difference was, Edo never glowed up. The man still wore thick glasses with his shirt tucked in. “Hi,” said Susan, sitting next to Saka. Her eyes lit up as if she had met her future husband. “I’ve never seen you before. What’s your name?”

“Well, I would love to rent the room, but I need my energy first, so let’s start with the pot roast dinner and a large sweet tea.” “Make that two?” Sachi whispered. Was she seriously flirting with him? Sachiko was never this brave. “Make it to go,” Sean said as his hand rested over Sachiko's, making his intention clear. He wanted her in the most primal of ways. For the first time in a year, his cock throbbed without stimulation.

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

Kenji Sato stood at the head, 6'1" of lethal grace wrapped in a midnight-blue bespoke suit that clung like a lover's promise. Porcelain skin stretched over high cheekbones, jet-black hair slicked back to reveal obsidian eyes that locked onto mine with unnerving precision. A thin scar sliced his left jaw, a whisper of violence. His mouth curved in a half-smirk as he extended his hand. I took it, expecting firmness. Instead, his grip lingered—warm, unyielding, thumb brushing my knuckle in a graze that sent unwelcome heat coiling up my arm. "Ms. Whitaker," he said, faint Japanese accent wrapping each syllable like silk over steel. "Your reputation precedes you." His eyes didn't waver, dissectin

“Yes sir. That was Brian sir. I’m 100% sure.” SAKI answered in a tone that sounded like he was puzzled but with a smile on his face. Jared stood there, quiet, like he was just weaning off the anesthesia from a surgery. Suddenly, he grabbed SAKI tightly by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up. “What did you call the name of the boy you said you saw?” “His…his.. name was Brian sir… sorry… his name is Brian sir, SAKI said shaking like a fish outside water.”