Trinity Rodman Hot Novels & Stories

Something tells me that it must be his mistress that he left to see. Allen walked quietly into the room, it was my girlfriend's bar, so no security dared stop me, I just followed Allen straight inside the room. “How did it go?” I heard a young lady's voice. It sounded like my girlfriend Joan but that was impossible, she was visiting her grandmother for the holiday. “Guess who isn't getting a breakup,” Allen laughed loudly. “That bitch thought she could just break up with me and leave me broke, that was a wide idea.” “She would be at your mercy…it's only a matter of time before you are the one heading The Rodriguez's group,” the lady added.

Before I could respond, a familiar voice suddenly cut in. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite mysterious beauty, who would it be?” As I turned around, I locked eyes with Rodney. He was standing there with his usual confident grin while leaning against the lockers like he was in some teen drama. I raised an eyebrow. “Favorite? How many ‘mysterious beauties’ do you have?” Rodney placed a hand over his heart. “Mary, trust me. There is no one else. I will always be loyal to you.” Rosa snorted. “Yes, of course.”

We all called him ‘Hot Rod’ behind his back because, well, he was freaking hot. Rodney was a tall, black man in his mid twenties. He was an avid runner and swimmer and had the body to show for it. That is, if his pictures on social media were accurate. He never posted any pictures with women, or men for that matter. He kept his dating life pretty private.

"Thank you. Does that mean I'm officially your friend again starting from this moment?" Edward nodded quietly. He then embraced Tristan. "Let's hope there are no more misunderstandings between us." Tristan returned the hug. Relief washed over him. Now, there was no more animosity between them. He could finally rejoin Kenzi, Richard, and Kaivan. **** "Are Edgar and Elena already asleep?"

My eyes widened in pure shock as they landed on the man standing in front of me. "I heard the potential Alpha is your fated mate, Tracy," Rodney called out. His voice was deep, and his eyes were filled with an unreadable, chaotic rage. "Now, how the fuck is that possible when I literally just rejected your pathetic ass a few days ago?" he added, taking a menacing step closer to me. My eyes immediately scanned the dark, empty space around us and i tightly clenched my fists when I realized there wasn’t a single soul in sight. Shit! When did he even get back into territory? I thought Louis said he had sent him completely away from the pack for the time being.

Before he even finishes detailing the encounter, Rodolpho is back on his hands and knees on the mattress, rubbing his sensitive nipples against the sheets while his own fingers slide into his sticky, semen-filled rear, masturbating furiously while he tells Clark exactly how Jonathan Kent flooded his body. He is the ultimate hotwife of the Kent Syndicate. The realization brings a dangerous, overwhelming climax that locks his thighs in pure ecstasy. As he finally disconnects the feed, Rodolpho Simmons falls into a deep sleep, dreaming of meeting massive, powerful soldiers in syndicate bars across the global territories—and letting them completely destroy his body.

"Damn it, Addie you really need to stop smoking, If you're doing it outdoors it's too damn cold. Come inside, baby..." "You're right it's too damn cold. I'm going to take a hot shower, you want to join?" I winked at him, as I walk to his very large shower. He was behind me in no time, making me giggled. I pushed him to the shower wall and stripped him naked. "Turn on the hot water baby," I told him while I stripped myself naked in front of him, making him groaned. Then I stepped under the hot shower and moaned as I felt my body regained its warmth. I traced my hands to his abs, then up to his chest. I slowly pulled his head down to me.

“If the organizers ask, we’ll say we haven’t seen him! They won’t stop the recording for one person. They’ll be at a loss if they do so!” Cordelia smiled at her. Trinity had short hair and wore cargo pants with boots. She looked high-spirited and experienced. Her pretty features made her look like a handsome young man from afar. Cordelia walked out while stretching her hands and did not see the water on the ground. She slipped and fell on her back! When she almost fell, Trinity held her waist. The former grabbed onto her instinctively, and they locked eyes. She realized that not only was Trinity great at directing movies, but she was also pretty and majestic.

His eyes light up and he gets up with a kind smile on his face. “You must be Kendell. I’m Ryan Rodgers. It’s an honor to meet you.” He walks over to me. My legs nearly give in by how deep his voice is and how they sound like music to my eyes. I’m afraid he hasn’t been using his talents at all. He could say anything, and it would be sexy. His voice alone could impregnant a whole army of women. He takes my hand in his and his smile widens. “So, Miss Marks it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He caresses the back of my hand with his thumb.

Rodney instantly lost his mood for bubbly and lay down on the bed to play dead. "So brother you really got dumped? You're so popular that tens of millions of women are clamoring to give you monkeys, who would dump you?" Indeed, Rodney was so popular that for every concert he had, the tickets sold out in less than a second, and the sales of his albums broke the domestic sales record. Who would dump such a man?