Soft White Underbelly Book Review Novels & Stories

Marcus slid his free hand down the side of my body to the bottom of my butt, lifting me to his hips, my robe bunched around my waist, revealing my white cotton underwear. The girl in the book I read wore sexy underwear. I didn't have any. They were simple. White. Cotton. But for some reason, I didn't think that Marcus would mind. He reached behind us, locked the door, and walked me toward the bed. Heavy, quick breaths left me as he lowered me to the surface, his big body hovering over mine, his hips wedged between my thighs, carefully positioned toward my good one not to put too much pressure on my wound. He braced one palm on each side of me, his dark eyes drawing lines with his sight again

“This is our world now. And I’m not looking back.” The soft hum of jazz floated through the house. Outside, the last colors of dusk stretched across the sky. Inside, the scent of roasted garlic and fresh herbs lingered from dinner. Enzo stood at the large kitchen window, a glass of wine in his hand. Sienna padded in barefoot, her curls loosely tied up, baby monitor tucked under her arm. "She’s finally asleep," she whispered, sliding beside him. Enzo looked down at her, smiling. "Takes after you—strong-willed even in sleep."

••• Though it's the clan pool, but no one can ever swim inside without Toyota's permission, it's her place of solace again apart from the rooftop. She was wearing just her black undies as she walked her way to the pool, smiling at the thought of Jezebel. "Sometimes, it'd feel like you're about to die, and the next minute, it'd feel like you're the healthiest person living, that's how a slow poison works till your intestines will be in shreds" she laughed, smoking from her stick of cigar. She was already at the poolside before noticing someone inside the pool, and the lights surrounding it are off.

I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."

Chapter 11: The ice Beneath my Skin. Backy’s POV “That cheeky bastard found a way to unwillingly move me to the pack house. So annoying... but I could say it's not half as bad as I thought,” I murmured to myself, glaring at the expensive ceiling like it had something to say about my situation. The mattress beneath me was unfairly soft—like sleeping on clouds that had been bullied into submission. Thick blankets cocooned me in warmth, and a faint scent of sandalwood, smoke, and something dangerously male still lingered in the sheets.

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits CHAPTER 16 Emily's POV: I woke up with a soft flutter in my chest, like something had shifted overnight. The morning air drifted in through the slightly opened window, cool and fresh, it felt different, like it carried whispers of something beautiful on the horizon. The sunlight spilling across my bed felt gentler, somehow warmer. I couldn't explain it but everything felt lighter. For the first time in a long while it felt like the start of something new. Something I hadn't dared to hope for.

“ Take your pants down and bend over the desk and place your hands flat on the surface. I’m going to help you get that grade properly.” My breath caught. Holy shit! This was really happening. My cock was rock hard as I obeyed, pushing my jeans and boxers down to my thighs and leaning over the sturdy wooden desk. The cool surface pressed against my chest through my shirt. I felt exposed, vulnerable, my ass presented to him like an offering. Professor Richard stepped behind me, his hands sliding over my hips possessively. He squeezed my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. “Look at this tight hole. It's already twitching for me.”

Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts. That hot Friday night, the apartment’s air conditioning was struggling against the humid heat of the city. Clara sat in the swivel chair of her improvised office, wearing nothing but a tiny black thong that was already completely soaked and an old, oversized rock band t-shirt that barely covered the lower curve of her round ass. Her heavy breasts swung freely under the thin fabric, dark hard nipples brushing

My thighs kept pressing together under the desk, still tender from yesterday’s orgasm in Professor Black’s office. The book he’d given me felt like a brand in my bag. I had read every marked passage last night, my fingers buried deep in my pussy the entire time, coming over and over while his sharp red notes stared back at me. “Pay attention to the mask.” “What breaks first?” “Guilt is desire wearing velvet.”

Yet again, this is Chief’s baby girl. “Staring much” she teased, catching me off guard. Despite the dim light, her yellow tan skin glowed. She was stunning. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I stroked her hands and fingernails. Then I tried to massage her collar region, ignoring her breasts in the way. Of course, you know that wasn’t entirely possible. “Feel free” she whispered, and I relaxed. That was all the approval I needed to devour this princess in front of me.