Val Miller Nude Novels & Stories

she replied. "Hold up." I ended the call and clicked on the first notification I saw. It led me to a website, and the first thing I saw were stupid ads and then a caption. [ The president of Miller Groups Alfred Miller was recently seen with rising star, supermodel, and actress Catherine Rodriguez. These two were seen having lunch in a cafe and, after that, were hugging it out in the parking lot. ]

“So what do you say?” I gulp. “No.” He raises a brow. “No?” “Absolutely not.” I say more firmly. “I’m not something you can keep.” “A million dollars.” He murmurs, leaning closer. My heart skips a beat. “Be my personal whore,” he continues, voice low, “and I’ll pay you a million dollars. Monthly.”

She was smoking and making rings with smoke. "Look at her breasts Den, they are so flat. There size must be around 20-25. And our customers need 50 plus size.Help her to enlarge them. And her ass is round and good no need to change it. As for her pu**y, it is very tight. Suck it or fuck it, just make it bulge out. Take her now" Maira said and dismissed them. Celestine who was listening all this, felt fear creeping in her heart. She was not naive to not understand where she was standing.

David Miller was known for luring women to his bed after drugging them. Of course, many women who went to negotiate deals with him often fell prey to his antics. Roxanne didn’t know any of this and innocently sat across from him in the private room. Glancing at him, she presented, “Mr Miller, I’m here to negotiate-” “Let’s talk about that later, baby. Tell me about yourself,” David muttered and his friends snickered. Roxanne’s stomach churned with disgust. David was in his sixties and he had a huge beer belly.

I was so tired that I didn’t even take off my shoes. And like it wasn’t enough, a young teenage girl was quickly wearing clothes in front of me, the foul smell of sex hanging in the air was the last nail in my coffin. I, the King Maddox Miller, was caught naked with a woman in bed by his own Erasthai, after promising her to be loyal to her till death. Oh, my God! What the hell had happened here?

He asks, shock evident in his voice. I let out a deep breath. “Simon just know that I do. Don’t ever question me again. Anyways, you can remorse about Miller leaving after you send me the picture and description. Remember two minutes.” I say ending the call. Within two minutes I have Miller’s picture with me. According to Simon he’s a 5ft 6 inch Caucasian male in his late twenties who weighs about 205 pounds. He has dark brown eyes and dirty blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. He has a tattoo of a bird on the inside of his right middle finger and his full name is Joshua Miller.

I believe my heat is causing me to react to his touch. When I get out of the heat, I’ll be able to figure things out! ••• Miller POV... I turn her over onto her back and reach for the top of her jeans. I yanked them off and wrapped her shirt around her neck. She was only wearing her bra and pants. "Fuck. You’re so lovely," I mumble. My glance swept over her from head to toe. Her breasts have grown enormous, and her hips have expanded.

I came out soon after, to be besieged by Roseville's gazing eyes. She smiled enticingly at me. She couldn't just take her eyes off me and I couldn't do anything to avoid being gawked at, by her restless eyes. Thankfully, I wasn't wrapping a towel around my waist, this time. I was putting on a pair of modest loose shorts and it did well to conceal the length of my veiny cock, although my chest was left bare and my nicely built abs were in her full view. I didn't really want anything else to happen again. I just wanted to go see the doctor to have the test results.

He touched my lips with his warm thumbs, sending shivers down my spine, before moving his hand between my legs. He rubbed my clit and said, "You’re really pretty. What's your name?" Caught off guard, I opened my mouth and replied, "I’m Lana." He then instructed me, "Get on the bed on all fours." I took a deep breath and turned around, getting on the bed. Then I got down on all fours, grabbing the bedsheet tightly. I was terrified and tried to crane my head to look back from time to time. He climbed onto the bed and gripped my waist tightly. Before I knew it, he was forcing his hard cock inside me. I wasn’t wet.

“The senator already agreed, under the foundation’s wing, it’s a lock.” Halfway through the evening, after the speeches and endless flutes of champagne, Eva stepped out to the garden terrace for air. The soft hum of music and clinking glasses trailed behind her. That’s when she heard the heels. “I have to say,” a voice purred from behind her, “I didn’t expect Ellen Moretti to be this… visible again. Not after what happened.” Eva turned, forcing her smile. The woman approaching her was tall, thin, and sharply dressed in navy satin. Her press tag was small but visible beneath her shawl: Maggie Shaw, NYT.