Wade Wilson Hot Novels & Stories

His palm wrapped around the hot flesh of Wade's cock, stroking it lightly. "Is the show not up to your liking?" Francesca seemed to notice Wade wigging about. "No, it's not. The show's good, yeah I love the Hawaiian dude with the tattoos. It's fine, really," Wade had to use the pillow to hide his erection. "Okay," Francesca turned back to the TV. "Vincenzo, get your fucking hands off," Wade whispered harshly. The thrill of doing it with someone near them felt exciting, yet dangerous. Wade found himself venturing into something he shouldn't.

Her pussy was freshly waxed, already glistening, a thick Queen of Spades tattoo now adorned her lower back, just above her juicy ass, and another small one on her inner left thigh. Mark was completely naked except for his chastity cage and a leather collar with “Cuck Property” engraved on it. His hands were cuffed behind his back, a thick butt plug with a fluffy tail was lodged deep in his ass. Cindy had pushed it in herself while laughing at how eagerly his hole twitched around it. Soon the guests started arriving, twelve muscular black men, all friends or acquaintances of Chinedu also arrived. Some were fellow models, others athletes, every single one was packing at least 8 inches, thick a

Weak thrust he brought home after wasting all his energy on his Personal assistant, and that Amila. Williams read my mind, he read my eyes, he started moving his hips, sliding fully inside me. His cock shattering against the walls of my pussy in slow, deep strokes. “Fuck, Maya,” he rasped against my neck, voice rough with need. “You’re so slippery… You’d make me come before time.” I gasped, my nails digging into his back as pleasure rippled through me. “Williams… deeper,” I whispered, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts.

The other palm kneaded the supple flesh of her rear, grinding her pelvis against the prominent bulge tenting his swim trunks. Ariana melted into Mateo's dominant embrace, surrendering completely to his passionate assault. Her own tongue danced and twined with his, savoring the unique flavor that was uniquely his. She arched her back, pressing her aching breasts tighter against his muscular chest, her hardened nipples straining against the thin material of her bikini top.

Gisselle glared at Chelsea and said, "You didn't get it. If I can't do the review, I won't see Dr. Gavin. You don't want me to be single, do you?" "Didn't you add him on Line?" Chelsea rolled her eyes. "Oh." Gisselle patted her head. "How could I have forgotten about this!" As she was speaking, Gisselle quickly opened her phone. Wade has already accepted Gisselle's request. Wade used his photo as the head portrait. The photo seemed to have been taken in the gym. Wade wore an I-shaped vest. He lifted his vest with his hand and took a photo of his abs in front of the mirror.

“Oh yes. Honey is the best so far, but we’ve got the berries soaking in a glass over there and that is promising too. The results after sitting the afternoon were reasonably pleasing, but I thought we would try the rest of them tomorrow.” “Definitely not today,” he agreed as he moved the kitten and then cautiously lowered himself onto the bed beside her, watching to see if the movement caused her pain. “It looks as though the three of you have had plenty enough fire water for today.” “Can it harm us? I’ll gut the lie’n bastard!” “Uilleam is no bastard!” Eleanor defended. “Actually,” Fann said kissing her nose playfully, “he is, and proud of it. But did you ask him what would happen if you dr

The warm summer night buzzed at Williams University as another semester came to an end. While most students had already left campus, the top floor of the old Field House throbbed with music and drunken cheers from the twenty or so people who had stayed behind. Among them, Emma Adams was growing increasingly restless. The stunning 22-year-old blonde had helped kick off the party, but now the blaring music and loud voices couldn’t distract her from the burning lust between her legs. Her slender 5’6” frame looked incredible in tight skinny jeans that hugged her firm, high ass, and a shirt that clung to her perky breasts, showing just enough cleavage to draw plenty of hungry stares.

“Phoenix, you better throw a party for this. Make it drink-all-you-can!” “Agreed,” Lee chimed in. “And make it eat all you can, too!” “Don’t forget dance-all-you-can!” Tom added with a smirk. Phoenix sighed, his tone flat. “I’ll just pay Sean for his services. I’m not up for any ‘all-you-can’ nonsense.” “What about kiss-all-you-can with Atticus? You’re not into that either?” Andrei teased. Annoyed, Phoenix ended the Skype call and immediately dialed Sean’s number.

Nathan, always known for his wild and unpredictable nature, seemed unfazed by our silent stares. As the seconds ticked by, Nathan’s eyes searched our faces for a reaction. We were all quiet but he didn't give up. As we all lounged on the plush leather couch in front of a crackling fire, sipping on glasses of velvety red wine, Nathan once again spoke up and said, “Let’s make a sex tape.” I wasn’t really shocked at all by his suggestion though, after all, Nathan had always been the wild and adventurous one in our group. Once again I glanced over at Jason and Sebastian and noticed the eagerness in their eyes as they nodded in agreement.

I watched him run a hand roughly through his hair, then let out a short, bitter laugh as he stared up at the ceiling like he couldn’t believe what was happening. And suddenly, after all our fights and arguments, I felt something new for the first time, a strange, burning heat I couldn’t even name. Had the air always been this hot? Or was it just him? “You’re unbelievable,” he breathed out a long, heavy breath before looking back down at me. “Do you really hate me that much, Layla?” “Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “I don’t just hate you, Wade. I can’t stand your ego, your attitude, everything about you. You get under my skin like no one else ever could.”