Trinity Rodman Hot Novels & Stories

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?

“In that case, I won’t bring you along when I’m going to eat something nice next time. I’ll secretly come alone…” “Do you dare?” Freya pinched him on the waist. “No.” Ryan lowered his head and kissed her lips. “I was kidding. My girlfriend’s figure is wonderful. How is she fat? What’s more, I’ll still like her even if she’s fat.” “Fine, then.” Just as Freya finished speaking, she suddenly saw a figure in front of her sports car under the dim street lights. Her heart skipped a beat. That person seemed to be Rodney… Amid her thoughts, Rodney stepped out of the dark. He stared at Ryan and Freya ferociously. His eyes were filled with graveness, rage, contempt, and mixed feelings that could be tr

The man was efficient, with an air of quiet competence. "Mr. Rodge, do you require anything else this evening?" he asked, his tone respectful. Eamon turned slightly in his direction. "Updates, please." The secretary nodded. "Regarding Marcus, he is currently with a woman at his residence. It appears they are quite... indiscreet. There's a high probability that Ms Heather might catch them if she returns soon." Eamon smirked, a dark amusement dancing in his eyes. "Perfect," he murmured. "Everything is unfolding as expected."

Tristan asked, shaking his head and handing the papers back to Ethan. “What she thinks of you doesn't matter. And you can never tell, she might just take it.” “I'm pretty sure she saw what happened that night as a mistake. She's forgiven her boyfriend a million times. They're probably back together again.” Tristan said. “Rodney. That's his name and he was seen in a local bar earlier yesterday with a woman that definitely wasn't Noa. There are pictures here to back it up. He's a chronic cheat and will never change. We stand a chance. She might just agree to the contract. Especially if the sex was good.” Ethan said, teasing Tristan with the last sentence.

Of course, she would be with him, I had seen the way she leaned into him earlier, the way she looped her hand through his and drank from her cup. The colleague she had always referred to as ‘Hot Rod’. When I asked what they were, “A girl should have fun,” that was all it was to her, yet her eyes glistened each time she was with him. I huffed quietly. Soon, guests started trooping out of the hall, I exhaled softly. Stretched my neck, there she was. Walking out of the hall like she owned the night, her arm looped through James’s, her steps slightly uneven.

She was hot, sore, and ready for him, the thought made his cock jerk, precum smearing its cap, and his neck muscles protruded, accentuating his dragon tattoo that made it appear more fiery and ravenous. “Ryder uh Ryder, oh-my-god it's so- her shaky words caught in her throat as her squirt coated the vibrator, wrenching a sob from her that she let the pillow go. “So what? Tell me baby, do you want it?” He asked, his trembly hand going up and down his piping hot shaft, as he focused on the redness of her ass. “Y-e-a.” Her voice broke, yet another incoming orgasm tightened her core that her whole body quaked at the overwhelming stimulation.

I let Megan lead me into the hotel lobby where she drags me to a stop. “Tristan. You're early!” She drops my arm and half runs up to where Tristan is waiting. He is in a suit and his blond hair is styled nicely. He should look handsome, but I'm distracted by the black thread between him and Bellamy. Maybe it's just because I know there's something up here, but everything about the man seems false. Like he's trying too hard to look and act perfect. Megan introduces us. “Tristan honey, this is Ryann my newest and best friend.” I have to fight a grin at that introduction.

After this, he will come back here to thank his godmother, Rose. He immediately went to the shower. His shower took a few minutes. The smell of alcohol was removed from his body. When he got out, he immediately looked for the kitchen. He had no trouble finding it because of the aroma he was inhaling. "Look at me!" "Perhaps Timothy is playing a trick on me!" Red heard her as he neared the door. A familiar name in a familiar voice "Trinity, even if I take off my glasses. You are the one in the photo. "You're young; why are you piling up your photo album with anger?" His right, Red, is right. Miss Reservation is the owner of the voice. He didn't think they would meet here again. And he couldn't

Trisha's tone boomed across the room walls, I picked up my trousers and dressed quickly, the thought of being seen like this by another eye, made my skin crawl. I urged Neymar to dress up too, and he sluggishly put his shirt on, his willingness to satisfy me was replaced with a deep need to explore. “What happened Trisha” He enquired from the pretty blonde girl who immediately made her way into the room, her wide smile lightened the damp mood. There's an undeniable familiarity between the two, the same eyes and a nose so perfect, I wonder if they've got some work done. “Oh my god, Rodri Hills”? The tiny voice shrieked, and her mouth was wide agape the moment her crucial gaze fell on me, she

His muscles felt as well defined and toned as any MMA fighter or wrestler she had sparred with. “Uhhh... I... I’m Rod Landon...” The man gasped as she pushed her full weight down on him. Something about the way she held him down made her feel good, in a different sort of way than it usually did when she was sparring with those muscled jocks in the gym. “For real?” “Yeah, I swear... I’m Rodney Terence Landon, from Frampton Drive.” He gasped as she exerted more pressure on his back. “Please, it’s true... take me in, book me... and please don’t break my back.”