Pushing the cart along the silent corridor, Cody yawned and glanced at his watch. Scoffing hollowly he rolled his eyes. Quarter to midnight. Who ordered room service at quarter to fucking midnight? Perhaps he might have been a little more agreeable to the request if it had been a large room or a more sizeable order, but he had checked the room log and the order. Just the one guy,
The tall, dark man in his crisp, dark suit, titled back his head and sighed with satisfaction. The teeth that composed his smile flickered briefly, fading to sharp, triangular replacements that glinted in the light, and his eyes flooded with crimson. A long, forked tongue darted from his mouth and licked his lips before zipping back in again. Gradually the hue of his skin faded into a deep scarlet. The
‘What the Hell are you doing, Jessie?’ Sean’s cry of shock only drew a giggle from her lips and she squeezed the upturned bottle harder. More of the shimmering oil spilled down onto her groin and added to the rivulets that were dribbling down Sean’s dick. ‘If you could feel what this felt like you would be doing exactly the same, lover. God your dick is so fucking good in
Amber could not deny she was nervous. It was difficult not to be when you were sat alone in a clinically white waiting room with just your thoughts for company. Though she may not have known what exactly to expect, she at least had an idea, and she didn’t think anything had terrified her more in her entire life. The white tiles of the wall beside her were so clean
Michael forced himself to remain calm, yet the nagging fear would not go away. The simple fact was, for all he tried to convince himself otherwise, he was in a dire situation. Having spent the last week camping in the wilds of the forest, he had packed up to undertake the two-day hike back to his four-by-four, parked up on a remote dirt track. That had been five days ago.
It wasn’t like she had wanted this. Not at first, anyway. She had been so thankful when her sister and her brother-in-law had offered to let her stay with them until she could get back on her feet. The break up with Clint had devastated her, and she had no idea what she would have done if they hadn’t been there to help when he kicked her out. But when
Note: this story is an extension of and a sequel to an original creation by the inimitable Mara’s Mischief in a universe focused on rather sexy crime syndicates. You can find more information about her in the notes section at the end of this story. As he sat at the bar, his back aching and the din of rowdy twenty-somethings filling the room, Detective Cooper was more aware than ever
Her hand, thrown out to find something to hold onto as he had pounded her dripping pussy, now flew back to clutch his wrist. With the other, she held his neck and pulled him deeper inside her, the extra inch she did not think she could take before now sinking in with ease and threatening to tip into a madness born of sex. His lips on her neck tingled and
