Đam Mỹ Novels & Stories

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you going to fuck me or what?" Damien's lips curled into a small smile. He wasn't planning on making things easy for her. She expected him to throw her in bed for a quick fuck and then leave her alone, but she had another thing coming. "So eager to please me, huh? Why don't you strip for me? Make it slow and sexy. Then dance for me," Damien said. Adeline grinned. "To what music?" Damien put his hands behind his head. "Alexa, play 'Jungle Fever' by Chakachas." He announced and then laughed as he saw the 'what the fuck' look on her face. "Is that shocking to you?" he asked casually.

she said and hugged me tightly "I know you are Crystal the love of his terrible life. I've heard so much sweet things about you and now I can finally meet you" she squealed and flung her hand on my shoulders as we walked into the beautiful sitting room "Ohhh....thanks" I said and blushed "I'm Dami, by the way. I know he has told you bad and horrible things about me" she put her hand on her chest pretending to be hurt "But I promise to revenge on his wedding day" she said and I laughed

That would be the only way to serve her libido and satisfy her unthinkable pleasure because no business-oriented man would keep his business aside and have time for her stupidity. “ Tell me, what do you think makes a woman?”Damian asked her. “ Sexy and daring sweetheart.” she smiled and turned around, exposing her naked back and a short dress that stopped right under her butt. She had a quite curvy figure and she knew she was attractive, No man ever resisted her and Damian was only trying to play hard to get her, what matters is, at the end of the day, she will have him to herself. “Not my kind of woman. I prefer the innocent and timid ones,” he said. His response cooled whatever was driving

Me! A tumbled mass of loosely curled light brown hair was spread over half of my pillow. Every thought of her fearing me faded when I watched her face. Her cheek looked soft, like peach skin and flushed out with sleep. Her eyes, the color of deepest sapphire were hidden with her swollen eyelids, dark lashes fanned out over the dark circles under her eyes. Her rosy lips were pale but I could tell how her lips would have looked if she wasn’t this sick. Despite the conflicting thoughts that invaded my mind, I couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Sick or not, she was so damn beautiful that her beauty made my chest ache with a foreign feeling.

Ravi said," be at Maya's by 7 and dress formally and pretend to be my girl" Anamika collected the tray and plates and kept on the side as the canteen boy would come and take them away. She cleared small bindi on her forehead, her table and then she planned to leave, it was already 6. That means she hardly had 30 minutes. She rushed out and went to the parking lot and picked her car, drove and was home by 6:15. She dashed in after opening the lock, went straight to her closet, picked floral coloured shiffon saree, went to the bathroom and within five minutes she was out, after taking a quick bath, she applied light makeup, wore wrist length, not very deep but bit deep from the back, blouse, q

Both Remmy and I went and said hi to the few as I was sipping my red wine. "By the way Remmy,why did you drink past your limit yesterday?Is everything alright?"I asked being concerned. "I got..."he stopped until I realized where he was looking at.At the stairs there was a lady in red satin dress.May I say she was wearing a very expensive Estelle Couture designer dress,in a black mask.She had a smile but in a moment our gaze met and she smirked at me.Never have I ever shuddered underneaths someones gaze but this time I had a chill running down my spine.Why?I dont know

she screamsl as he found her soaked panties rubbing her clit. "You're killing me baby girl. I just want to have myself buried deep in you, kissing you as Damon plays with your clit. Taking turns fucking you senseless and you moaning our names as we keep fucking you till it's only us you ever think of." Damian breaths huskily to her ear as he rubs faster coercing her hips to make rhythm with his fingers. "Pl... please more, dont stop." She says breathlessly.

“You’re mine” Damian’s words keeps reply in my head. Damian has given me more than he’ll ever know. He’s shown me how beautiful sex can be when it’s with the right person. Tonight I’m not a hooker—I’m just plain old Emily, a woman. What a wonderful feeling that is.

(Holy shit. I collapsed against him, trembling, my thighs slick, my chest heaving. “You’re—insane.” He chuckled, withdrawing his fingers slowly, almost reverently, before slipping them into his mouth and tasting me. I gawked. “You did not just—” His smirk was lethal. “Deliziosa.” (Delicious.) Heat flamed my face. “You’re disgusting.” “You came twice in my hand, princess. Don’t pretend you didn’t love it.”

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”