Плейбой Novels & Stories

I’m drowning faster than I’ve ever been and it’s addicting and alluring all in one, till I realize what the hell I’m doing - giving in to this freaking playboy. What comes next is as fast as the kiss had been. I pull away one second, the next my palm crashes against his left cheek.

I was stuck here. (Flashback Ends) "So that was how toy came to this pack, wow," Issac said after I recounted my story. I simply smiled and ruffled his hair. "Nina! Isaac!" Someone called our. Not just someone, Blossom. She was the only one that came in her unannounced like that. "Blossom!" Issac called excitedly as he rushed to hug her. "Hello, little boy," she teased him "I am not little," he pouted. "Thank you for the food,"

Mila asked Lily while yelling because of the loud music the DJ was playing, and Lily nodded without uttering a word. “What's the first step?” Lily asked Tessa, who was roaming her eyes around, hoping to see the man they were eagerly waiting for. “I haven't seen him yet. I hope he won't disappoint the club today. Let's wait for an hour, the game begins the moment he steps in.” Tessa yelled and Lily nodded. “I can't wait to begin.” Lillian whispered, and they walked to the bar and sat on the stool. “What do you want, ladies?” The bartender asked while smiling sheepishly.

She closes her eyes as her two hands rest above her huge tits. Here she goes again, pleasuring herself but when Zero did it, she was left hanging. She was pissed—really pissed when Zero stopped. It’s the first time that he does that. Zero is never fond of foreplays. That’s what she has heard from the outside. And during their first met, Zero took her without much foreplay but earlier, he did it and it lasted longer than she expected.

Pain and pleasure tore through me at that moment. "No, no, my kitty. You can’t scream," my torturer said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. "We’re playing a game, remember?" "I-I-I-ah!" Another smack. "You’re disobeying my orders." His hand joined the mix, and my legs almost gave out at the joint work of the vibrator and his beautiful, long, hardworking fingers. "To whom do you belong to, kitty?" "Y-you!" He chuckled, and I let out a gasp at the intensity of the vibrator. It seemed like he'd increased the speed and vibration. "That's not what I want to hear, Daisy. To whom do you belong to?"

Then I felt it, my pants slipping to the side, followed by a rock-hard presence teasing my clitoris, its gentle friction igniting a spark of pleasure that spread throughout my body. I don't know what happened after that because I blacked out.

“Three men. Heavy weapons. Amelia has the remote. There is no clean exit.” “So what do we do?” His eyes sharpened. “We turn the trap into leverage.” Another burst of gunfire forced us back into cover. Amelia called out, her voice cutting through the chaos. “You cannot hide forever. My men will not miss twice.” Adrian breathed steadily, as if gunfire was nothing more than background noise. “Nora. Listen to me carefully. See that panel on your left?” I turned and spotted a secondary console embedded into the wall, half hidden behind a row of dusty binders. The surface was dim but active.

"Did you just attack me with a pool noodle?" "I prefer 'initiated.'" "You're going to regret that." "I regret nothing." I swung back, and it turned into an actual battle within seconds, both of us laughing too loud for something so ridiculous, foam noodles cracking harmlessly against arms and shoulders while a few crew members watched with open amusement from the porch. "You fight dirty," I said, ducking one of his swings. "I fight to win." "There's no winning. It's a pool noodle." "Everything's winnable if you commit hard enough."

I shouted over the crowd. We all looked at William, swinging the mallet back and forth. Each swing it went back farther and farther, until he swung it above him and brought it down with incredible force; his muscles flexing at the amount of power he put in the mallet. The mallet hit the pressure plate with a loud "BOOM", and the puck went flying up, hitting the trigger and making the siren go off. The crowd went ballistic, screaming, clapping, jumping like apes. Josh pushed me, jumping so high his twinkie flew into the air and hit someone in the face.

he asked "why" I said "don't know I think so better that play boy is best than this good boy" he laughed and said "you can't bare that playboy princess you will be scared" he kissed on my cheeks I pushed him and turned away he hugged me more tightly and said "don't do that princess if you are angry just hit me but don't push me away" he is pleading me like a kid I said "no iam not angry iam just confused" he asked "confusion about what princess"