Smurfette X Hefty Novels & Stories

He lifted me to the mirror, spreading my p*u**y wide for me to see. You horny little slut don't be late and keep your p***y bear I like easy entrance with my slut . he left me hanging with my panties gone. author pov he left her hanging after making he c** on her self and he calls her names. hmmmm juicy guys know this there is going to be a lot of steamy stuff after the marriage and guys ride with Dennis and Ella to get on this journey don't miss any for it is just the beginning 😜👁️

He said. Sassy laughed at his stupidity. "Look Murphy, I'm no longer a kid. All your stupid jokes don't get to me anymore." "Oh?" Alpha Murphy asked and stood up. He noticed how calm his wolf had become. He walked closer to Sassy and sniffed her hair. "You kinda smell nice." He whispered into her ears, and she pushed him away. "Stay away from me, you freak." She said and Alpha Murphy laughed again. "Well, this freak is your mate. Deal with it." He said and his laughter faded into a frown.

I said raising my voice, trying to compete with his loudness. "How could you just give something like this up! You are an ungrateful bitch!" He yelled taking me by surprise. Ungrateful? How could I thank him for wanting to turn me into the monster that he is. "This is not something I want, yes the power and fortune sounds amazing but I can't take this offer. I couldn't do that to Justin." I said whispering the last part. "Justin?" He asked out of anger. Fuck he heard me. "Justin Bieber?! How dare you even speak of him? That boy is completely vexing and maniacal." He spoke as more anger rose within him at the mention of his name.

Amanda groaned while gulping the glass of beer. "Must be humongous and massive." Hasen casually commented while scrolling on his phone. "Hmm, my shit isn't the only thing that is humongous and massive though," Goro said as he sat back on the couch. "Wha—?" Hasen's brow raised as his jaw hang open in disgust and shock, "The fuck?" "Wanna see?" Goro smirked. "Hell no!" Hasen punched him straight in the face. "Fucking hell..." Raven can only rub his temples from embarrassment and stress by his co-executives.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

I dropped my hand like it was on fire and stepped back, chest heaving. “You’re nothing but a common prostitute,” I spat, the words flying out before I could stop them. “A high-class whore I picked up because Clara was too frigid to satisfy me. You think you’re special? You’re just a warm mouth and a tight pussy I paid for. That’s all you’ve ever been. A convenient hole when I needed one. Nothing more.” Lauren’s expression didn’t even flicker. She simply reached for the silk robe, slipped it on, and tied the belt with calm, deliberate fingers.

But my body didn’t care about reasons. “I’m going straight to hell,” he muttered, then closed the gap. His mouth took mine slow this time, deliberate, like he was memorizing the taste of me. I sighed into it, hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He tasted like black coffee and smoke and sin, and I wanted more.

Don't forget the head of a mafia gang too, Megan thought. "Yes. I'm half Italian and half Greek. My father was Italian." He leaned back against his chair with his hand still placed on the table, drumming his fingers gradually. "Boss, dinner will be served now." A butler emerged from a door connected to the kitchen. He refilled Xavier's glass with more wine and then waved at the other two man servants to serve the food. They placed the food in front of them quietly and disappeared from sight again. Megan took a peek at the food and her mouth watered at the sight of a tender Beef eye fillets with spinach cream potato fondant and shiitake. Her favourite. She wondered if it was coincidence or he

She laughed, “Far from it, in fact. I want to reward you for keeping yourself intact, that's very rare in this line of business. But first, it's only fair if you know who I am.” Her cat hopped off her thighs to the desk, hissing at me. She merely smiled, and leaned further into her seat, “I’m Marina Romanovich, wife to the notorious and deadly Maruska, a very wealthy and powerful man…who I'm sure you've heard of.” “It's common knowledge that even the grass of his lawn is made of gold,” I said simply. She laughed heartily, waving her hand dismissively, “A funny exaggeration, but he isn't that ostentatious. Oh, I have a feeling we'll get along so well, Maeve. You're a smart girl.”

The more I stood there, the more I felt like my heart had been completely ripped out of her chest. I felt suffocated, I was losing it. "Jeffrey..." I said, my voice barely a whisper. For the first time since we met, I felt nothing but hatred. His eyes met mine, unaware of my presence in the room. The lady beside him pulled the duvet up to cover her naked chest, her lips pulled into a sly smile. "What are you doing here, Emelia?" He asked surprisingly, brushing back his hair with his fingers. "That's all you have to say?"