The Duff Novels & Stories

There were hamburgers, chili, and some other things but with the steadily rising temperature of the cafeteria, I couldn't take more than a hamburger and the juice. We joined the table with a group of students, Cara's friends, and she seemed to be very comfortable with them that she didn't stutter much. She introduced me to them. There was Nora with the brown hair and eyes, Jeff with the brown hair with highlights of gold and light brown eyes, and some others whose names got lost in the jumble as students shouted conversations over each other's heads. "So the rumours are true. Famous DeShawn Hunter what brings you here?" Jeff asked.

One Year Later Delfina woke to find fingers searching her body, a hard cock pressed against her ass and warm lips on her shoulder. “This better be my man in my bed otherwise someone is really going to get a smackdown when he gets back from Italy.” She mumbled sleepily. Furio’s warm laugh coated her skin as he pursed his lips against her skin while pushing the spaghetti straps of her short night dress down. “Hi kitten. Miss me?” His lips followed the strap down her bicep over the curve of her belly where her arm rested.

I was useless to them without something to offer. I was just a Doll. A fake fiancée with a fake name and a fake pregnancy. I looked out the window and didn't say anything else. I felt like I was drowning in secrets and I didn't know which way was up.

“Wassup Attorney” “Daniel.” I acknowledged, we worked for the same Good-will law firm but i barely got to see him.. and other lawyers. That was mostly my fault, i didn't have time to stay at the office. Thankfully i had a good secretary who does the annoying work for me. She also chooses most of my potential cases for me. “Congratulations on winning yesterday's case. I salute you.” “Why are you using a real gun here?” I said, not that it really concerned me but the gunshot would get the attention of the police and other things and i just couldn't deal with anything serious right now.

one of them had told me earlier when I asked if she had fun pole dancing. I had never thought about making money from this since I started doing it. Maybe that was one of the reasons Jhuy Clifford keeps coming back. He thinks he hit a jackpot - a mask girl that doesn't want his papers. I slept till they were back in the morning, all tired and oozing of alcohol, sweat and men's perfume. It was another day, and everyone had gone out for what they had for the day while I remained indoors watching a cartoon over coke and chips.

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.

Jano sighed and explained when the Duchess had managed to escape from her golden prison, "we need a bit more time to repair that side of the barrier, after all, a phoenix fire is not common. Sigh… what a headache." From the moment Jano finished explaining, Rufus was dying of laughter at the desk. His usually gentle and polite face had cracked to reveal his personality's silly side. It never crossed his mind that someone would make that Duke so helpless one day. He was starting to like more and more that silver-haired woman. "This is so good, I must tell Callum when he comes back, that coward," he wiped his tears, "finally… sigh… someone with the courage to manage that stone-faced bastard."

Das asked that man. "Yes," he replied. The bright lightning gave the full view of that huge fort. Rathi's fear raised too extreme and reminded the castle that comes in horror stories. She couldn't observe much since she's jumbled and shivering in the cold. They stepped in the façade, the door was open for them in the other end and the dim candlelight glowing inside. Das was walking before her and she doesn't know where the other person went. She has not even said thanks to him for saving her life.

Duke fucked her through it, then pulled out and painted her ass and back with another load of hot cum. By the time he finally let her catch her breath, Mia was a messy, marked-up, thoroughly satisfied wreck—covered in grease, sweat, and Daddy’s cum. “Stay right there,” Duke said with a wicked grin, grabbing a rag. “Let me clean you up a little… then we’ll talk about payment for the full service.”

Come on, I'm not gonna give myself to a broke gentleman especially when it's my first time, and tonight I don't want some soft caring guy, no. I want it hard and rough, I want him to be relentless with me in every way possible. It's not like I'm some soft kind of a girl anyway. Also, Tara mentioned the harder the fuck the hotter it will be. She has the experience and I'm positive that she knows this stuff better than anyone. So far, I haven't spotted that special someone. Guys here look too nice or too gentle, Yet, I want someone destructive. The song ends with applause from the crowd and another one starts to my amazement. It's like the DJ is in sync with my thoughts.