Yes Sirs Cornelia Fields

My wife transplanted the donor heart I had waited for two years for to the fake heir, Sean Morgan. The doctor said I only had one week left to live, so I decided to freeze my body. I donated my body to Sean's lab. On the day I signed the donation letter, my daughter threw herself into my arms and said I had finally made up with her uncle. My parents praised me for finally understanding the deep bond and mutual support between brothers. My wife said with relief, "You've finally let go of your grudges and become an understanding person." I smiled gently. "Yes, this time I’ve really learned my lesson. I will return the status of the Morgan family heir to Sean and fulfill your wishes.”

"We had a one-night stand and that was it. Goodbye to you." She stated carelessly before grabbing her G-string and exiting the suite. He stood up from the bed, exposing his ten-inch dick, and pulled her to his chest before curling his lips and announcing, "I am the one who says it's over. And I didn't say I am done with you yet." She was intoxicated but began to sober up after hearing his strange words. Her vision was still blurry, but his body odor and colegone became increasingly familiar. She exclaimed, "No!" as she began to recognize him. " No way. That's you!" Before pushing her back to bed, he nodded and smiled and confirmed, "Yes, I am your future stepdad. The person you dislike most." “fuck!”

Blurb Yes! Eat me up, I screamed as he finally put that big pink johnson inside me, he stroked me gently at first but started pounding after I dug my fingers into his arms. Mia might find out that I made out with her dad, I didn't really care, I would do anything to continue getting those juicy liquid on my face. Andrea Louis found herself sexually attracted to her best friend's father, Martins and tried as much as she could to hide it, soon what she felt was lust turned to love and she found herself craving for just his presence. Events took a terrible turn as a pregnant lady shows up, claiming Martins is the father of her unborn kids, leaving Andrea shattered and heartbroken.

The sight of this tore my heart apart. In horror, I drew back at once, so I won't watch them make out. Even though I wasn't looking, Fiona's moans ate me up, as she called Allen's name amidst their... I... I just can't stand this. It's too much to take in. Too much! "Allen, Yes! Harder! Harder!!" she sang, begging for more. My whole body shivered, as I drew my feet again, recalling the night I allowed Allen to take my first kiss from me. And it's because of him I joined this hunt in the first place. I thought he organized this game to look for me, but... it was all in my head. Allen was never looking for me. He never loved me! ******************************************** Driven by love, Evolet, a weak Omega, joins the Luna's hunt to be with the Alpha who stole her first kiss. She does this against her mother's order, hoping her best friend, Fiona, would keep this a secret. But her trust is broken when Fiona reveals her devilish side, causing a rift between Evolet and her mother. She reveals her true desire to be the Alpha's Luna, mocking Evolet's inability to summon her wolf. Her words got to a desperate Evolet, who feels scared and ends up doing something she has never done before. She strikes a deal with the pack's enemy, a pervy rogue with a strange wolf ability, to become her wolf for the game. . "Do you know what you're saying? You want me to be your wolf?" "Yes, I do. I... I want you. Please, be my wolf." . * Is she doing the right thing by going against her mother's order? * What if she was wrong about the Alpha? * What if the rogue isn't just her wolf, but more than that?

“You think you can tame an old daddy like me?” Mr. Domenico Lombardi’s stone-like voice makes me nervous, but I’m not backing down; I know what I want. “Yes,” I added a nod to confirm it but cursed internally at my luck. I’ve never had a boyfriend, and here I am trying to tame a man old enough to be my father. It is said that the apple does not fall far from the tree. I guess I am truly Kate’s daughter. I had an internal laugh at my stupidity. He scoffed, and I responded by nodding once more while watching the darkening of the silvery gray pupils in his eyes. How come? I brush it off as his cold eyes wash over me. Domenico Lombardi’s presence makes me squirm. When I’m around him, I get the impression that I’m being judged and ignored at every turn. “How old are you?” “18” “How old is your father?” “38,” I replied truthfully. “Well, I’m 37 years old.” He stared at me; his eyes darkened again, and I became terrified. I fiddle with my nails, clipping them together as I lean back on my heels to help relieve some of the anxiety he’s causing me. “You see, I’m like a father to you, or maybe a grandfather or a great-great-grandfather. How many boyfriends have you had in your life?” “None.” He chuckled as I responded. “You see, I’ve lost count of how many ladies I’ve fucked, thousands or millions, over the centuries. You are just a little girl to me with nothing to offer; now, get lost!” “My panties made you hard!” “You think so?” “Yes,” I responded confidently. “Well, I wasn’t hard; I just have a donkey-like cock.”

Jean-Baptiste Messier nous livre ici un recueil de nouvelles érotiques torrides à souhait. Toutes ont été saluées par les lecteurs à part une nouvelle inédite « Ma lecture de vacances » qui dénote par sa perversité assumée. On retrouve avec délice et dans l’ordre : Un train d’enfer, Femme-chatte, nuit féline, Le lys noir, La féministe et le peintre, Ma lecture de vacances, L’impossible retour, La femme du sculpteur, Sex-toy au journal télévisé, Ma femme avec une femme (vengeance de femme), Hotline. Il y en a pour tous les goûts et même plus que ça ! « Sexe, mensonges et vidéos… quoi de plus déroutant et excitant pour un homme viril de voir son épouse sexy succomber à une autre femme… Mouss va en faire les frais… entre désirs et jalousie… plaisirs érotiques… et quel dénouement… encore une fois la plume de Jean-Baptiste Messier m’aura transporté aux confins du plaisir » Valérie L « un coté doux rêveur qui se raccroche à son monde présent dans le regret de ses fantasmes. des dialogues codés, des sous-entendus qui ouvrent les portes de sensations tactiles « non sages ». Les mots effleurent puis enflamment notre libido. j’y ai trouvé beaucoup d’humour…L’Asie et la Scandinavie. Deux autres fantasmes, dans l’esprit masculin, ici revisités par Jean-Baptiste Messier. » Eva C. « La plume est franche, très masculine y compris dans la description de la scène sensuelle, cependant j’ai aimé ce vocabulaire cru sans être vulgaire, dernier instant pour deux hommes qui savent qu’ils vont mourir. Un français impeccable, un mystère qui reste entier car trop peu d’éléments dans un si court récit pour bien s’imprégner et pourtant il y a un petit quelque chose qui vous attire. » Samba

When Aria Summersault got banished from her pack for making a grievous offense— her life turned upside down. Going rogue with an uncertain future, she engages in a battle and encounters Nicholas Sainthood, the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, who happens to be her mate. Despite being spared from her ill-fated existence, another dilemma arises. A shadow from her parents' past hunts her, as do a series of secrets. What if the bond she shares with Nicholas is rooted in revenge? Will love be able to bridge the past into a bright future, or will it bring further ruins? *** "You have fooled me from the very beginning, Nicholas. Is everything you showed me a lie?" I faintly asked, my heart breaking into million pieces, and it doubled when he nodded his head, agreeing. "Yes, Aria."

Michel Adnan Raihan, a man of British-Indonesian, who has many mysteries in his personal life. Nobody knew that he was the biggest mobster in France and the owner of the world's first largest company. "Are you happy to see her smile like that?" "Yes, I really like it. When she smiled, making the new life inside me return to its original state, Edwin. I don't care about people who like her, she is mine. It will stay like that until I die later. No one can take it from my hand. " "What if the enemy finds out about this?" "My principle is kill. No one in this world can take it from me. Moreover, to make him hurt and cry in front of me, I will never hesitate to kill him with my own hands. "

"You wanna try and be my medicine, Lilah?” He asked with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try.” I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me.” His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw. “That's what you really want?" I nodded, sighing out a shallow yes, and I could see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous, Lilah, this is your last chance." My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then."

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the process. She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger. However, things go wrong on a mission and she ends up encountering Kane King; a tall, brooding and handsome man with a killer smile who keeps making her break her own rules. Ironic, considering the first rule is to uphold those rules no matter what.