Trinity Rodman Hot Novels & Stories

Ryan “For a man who assaulted me over her, you’re pretty fucking cold to your own Luna,” Roderick said, his voice low but carrying across the room like it was meant to. “Why is that, Ryan?” It wasn’t a question. It was bait. The room went quiet. Conversations dipped. Heads tilted just a fraction. Everyone was listening without looking like they were listening. The kind of attention that prickled along my spine. Rain had gone completely still beside me. I felt it where my hand rested at her waist - the sudden tension running through her body, the way she tried to keep it hidden.

"I can eat what I want, say what I want, and, most importantly, lick what I want." He chuckled darkly. "If you ladies want your billion dollars back, it's simple—just put on some stockings and spend a night with me. Do that, and I'll return every penny, no questions asked." Rodney's laughter echoed through the hall, crude and shameless, like a dog in heat. His crew, emboldened by his behavior, joined in with vile cheers. "Mr. Sanford is the man! Two beauties at once, he's surely living the dream!"

she said, shaking her head. “And what’s the point of all this?” asked Amy, handing me two glasses of champagne. “You wanna get back at him for being with another girl?” “See that tall guy that looks like Jim Robinson?” I replied, starting across the large room with them. “Oh, yeah. My, he’s hot,” Trisha murmured. “And Harry’s ex,” I said. “C’mon! Is there any hot straight guy left in the world?” she cried, making me laugh.

Annie couldn’t keep her mouth from watering as she saw it. Rodney’s body was chiseled from stone as well. Compared to the fat Mark, and the lanky Chase—Rodney was like a Greek God. Annie grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs as the man walked over to her. Her stretched pussy was still oozing with cum and grool, but she was still tight and desperate to be filled by the alpha male. Rodney towered over her, stroking his hard shaft as he glared down at the used-up little Annie.

There's something in him that makes my body want more every time. I never thought that I would be having a hot night with Mr. Rodney, the famous heartless and monster-like business tycoon in the city. His fingers started to play inside me and I can't help my lustful desire that he was given to me. I felt so wet down there as he was doing his thing. "Ahh.. God, Rodney, ahh…" I moaned so hard as he was reaching my clit and played with it gently now. The smell of his perfume is arousing me as our bodies combine with each other, little did I know that we were already naked. I don't know how he undressed me because I'm so busy with the pleasure I'm feeling right now.

He found her G-spot with every thrust, his thumb reaching down to circle her throbbing clit with a firm, relentless pressure. Outside, the first major explosion of the fireworks shook the windows. A burst of brilliant red and white light flooded the room, illuminating them in a strobe-like flash. The rhythm increased. Mateo’s gentleness was slowly being consumed by his hunger. His thrusts became deeper, harder, the wet, slapping sound of his skin against hers lost in the thunder of the fireworks. Ariana was lost in a storm of sensation—the friction, the stretch, the sheer, overwhelming reality of being claimed by the man who had occupied her dreams and nightmares.

"I'm not asking you to! I'm just saying, you looked very satisfied when you came out of that study. And Lake looked like he'd been thoroughly—" "Troy." "What? I'm trying to prepare you! You think what happened today was wild? Wait until his next heat. Male omega heats are *intense*. We get insatiable. Demanding. I'm talking multiple times a day for like a week straight. Rhodes nearly died during my first heat after we mated." I'd felt my face heat despite myself. The thought of Lake in heat, desperate and needy and wanting only me—it sent a bolt of arousal straight through me that I really didn't need while walking with my brother-in-law.

"I can't believe you woke me up at five on a Saturday." I looked at his face. He was sitting next to me, wearing a dark blue tracksuit. "Get up and take a hot shower." "You're crazy. It's December; it must be freezing outside." "Come on, baby, it's just a little exercise." "I go to the gym three times a week. Thanks, Mr. Ryan." "I know, and I love the results," he said, sliding his hand over my ass. "I have a better idea. You can go back to bed."

Even though she had been Aiden's manager for three years, even the previous manager was the same as Chloe who didn't know anything. As his feet stepped into the elevator, the smell of women's perfume wafted up. Aiden who stood with a calm pose, made a group of women whisper to each other while glancing at him. "He's Aiden Supernova, right? The famous model who became a supporting actor in the movie Bad Boy From Las Vegas." Whispered the blonde haired woman to her three female friends. "I don't know, but it looks very similar." Said the woman with black hair in a ponytail.

Jennifer's face drained of color as she listened to the man she thought was named Tony. "What? Bradley Smith? You're the Brad everyone's been talking about?" she asked, her voice trembling. Brad smirked, clearly enjoying the fear on Jennifer's face. "Yes, I'm the Brad everyone's been talking about. What do you think? Do you still think that I'm easy to trap? How do you plan to do it? Flirt with me?" The man stared at Jennifer's body with a disgusted expression, making her feel offended.