Sussy Man Novels & Stories

Bars of gold curved high, enclosing a platform where women danced with wild abandon, their hips swaying, their hands gripping the bars, their bodies moving to the rhythm of money and desire. I froze. Sandra squeezed my hand. “That’s where we’ll be.” My knees weakened. Before I could speak, a man approached. Tall, slim, with slicked-back hair and a smile too sharp to be kind. “Spider,” Sandra said, kissing his cheeks. Spider. The manager. His eyes slid to me. Cold. Calculating. He looked me up and down, lingering on every exposed curve. “Who’s this mouse?” he drawled. “Pretty enough. Banging body.”

I wоndеr how muсh lоngеr I would hаvе had to ѕtау dоwn thеrе bеfоrе hе саmе dоwn tо get mе. Thіѕ mаn is a соntrоl frеаk wіth аngеr аnd trust issues. But he’s ѕо hоt! I саn’t help but notice hіѕ tіght аѕѕ іn thоѕе pants аѕ I fоllоw him іntо thе rооm.

Susan yelled and Mr Wilson scoffed “What does it look like to you, Susan? I married you because I know I won’t have the time to take care of my son, I begged you to treat him like yours, but what did you do? You molest him? How could you, Susan. I can’t believe I trusted someone like you, I am ashamed of myself, did you even have heart at all? Are you suffering from mental disorder? Because I don’t know why you find joy in raping someone that suppose to be your son, Susan you have been sleeping with my son since he was 10, this is crazy, Susan I thought you’re a human but you aren’t” he said and Susan left out a smirk.

Come in, I promise to let you come out today, okay? Come in fuck my pussy, please However, the genitals of the two were just pressed together, and before they could push it hard. Su Nian suddenly felt something and raised hus head suddenly. He shuddered, as if someone was choking his throat. The black eyes of the man in front of him were hall-squinted, as deep as a cold pool embedded with ice cubes, so cold that one's bone marrow became cold. Word by word, full of irritability when we first met: "Who are you seducing?" Good guy, she said why she was so good at talking all of a sudden, it turned out to be digging a hole for her.

Oh my god, Sage would mock me for an eternity if she was here. Mr. Odd Suit Guy didn't seem fazed, not even by an inch. Well, except for the brief flicker of amusement that danced through his eyes, heavily contradicting his empty expression. "I meant about you being my stripper. For a fact, I never invite strippers. Too clingy. Too sloppy. Too unsatisfying. You're a terrible liar. And I'm concerned that you might be insane too." He drawled out, gaze now hardened with suspicion. Not the good kind.

Bunny murmured, her face slipping into full-on sultry mode. A man had come out, and oh what a man. He was about six feet tall and wearing a greasy sleeveless green jump suit, his arms were pale but nicely muscled, as was the hint of his chest that was showing. And that face . . . oh, that face could make a nun wet her granny panties. Smooth shaved, high cheekbones, firm full lips that were probably in a perpetual half-smile, and his eyes seemed to sparkle under a shock of blond hair.

* Jana * He was exactly where I wanted him, standing in his own penthouse, staring at me like he'd just lost control without even realizing how neatly I'd taken it from him. Lawrence Dankworth. The untouchable one. The man with iron discipline and colder eyes than most men I'd met in this city. Yet tonight, his gaze betrayed him. That flicker of hunger he tried so hard to bury... I'd seen it. Felt it. And more importantly, I'd planted it.

He was a beautiful man perhaps not in the conventional sense, but he had the appearance that could make him stand out in any large gathering. He had a thing for sleeveless shirts that revealed his muscular arms but that wasn't an option for the occasion. Several photographers had caught him on camera in this outfit and taken the liberty of posting the pictures on the internet. The comments that followed were majorly from ladies which had earned him the tag of a playboy. He could pass for a ladies man but Rio was more of a one woman guy. He never fantasized the idea of frolicking with many women.

I'll hate to see one of these hussys around here snatch your man. My man? "Like they will dare," I scoffed, chuckling lightly as I joined her to look around. The luxury dripped room we were currently in, My dad's villa, but other things seemed to stand out more. Especially now after hearing Suzzy's words. "Hungry eyes everywhere, Lana... Your man is a catch you know?" He is. I knew that. Which was why looking wandering eyes to his direction wasn't hard at all. His tall, proud figure standing ahead. Making a call. Backing me but still simply impeccable. Dark. Mysterious and totally off putting as he stood in the midst of elite men and women.

My breath hitched and I thought of everything that could go wrong. A figure emerges from the shadow sauntering across the open space with long strides and dominance. I swallowed hard once more and looked around for the fastest route to escape. No! Jennie, you cannot die this way. I thought to myself and took a couple of steps backward. However, in the blink of an eye, the man was standing in front of me. I cast a quizzical look at his face, wondering why he had a mask on. Now, I do not know a single damn thing about him. Nor his name, his personality, or worst of all, what he looks like.