It's a love story of two people who just started with a lie. Jacob Smith, a wealthy son, inheritor of Walmart Company, playboy, and well-known heartthrob at school, lured Mia Miller, the only child of a powerful man in government and military. Jacob wants to show his father that he had a word and had the advantage to expand their family influence by targeting the only daughter of the well-known highest rank in the government, especially in the military. Still, aside from that challenges himself to win this hard to get Mia Miller. Mia Miller, who is still innocent and a virgin, will have a hard time denying someone like Jacob Smith, who is as handsome and masculine as the protagonist in the 365 days movie. Whenever Jacob is around her, she loses her sanity but still tries to deny it despite the intense sensuality. It's a big thing for Mia to get married first before giving herself to the person she loves. Will they have a happy ending, or will it be the one that got away in the history of love?
"Do you wanna have fun, Jacob?" Tori was sensually asking while I was leaning with eyes closed what this naughty girl might be thinking again.
I only have no choice, and I need a date for my friend's wedding. If not, the whole gang will tease me that I'm the only one who isn't married yet.
"How do you plan to have fun on the airplane?" I snapped, smirking in irritation at her, Perhaps because of my migraine.
"Are you underestimating me, Mr. Smith?" threatening as she called me on my surname.
"You might lose your sanity with just my presence Jacob," her utterance of words was sensual.
"If you say so, Tori, but I'm not in the mood." I sarcastically murmur while massaging my forehead. I don't particularly appreciate flying.
Shit! Shameless! I felt her hand crawl in the middle of my thigh, shuddering as my arm hairs rose, biting my lip very slowly, enjoying her play with my lump. I felt that because I was only wearing jogger pants, involuntarily touching my nape on heavenly like that she was doing like rushing water in a river, violent. My pain and sensation are starting to build up. A magical fire gradually spreads and grows. It's hard to gut.
Where did Nikolai get this one? And it looks like horny than me. At least as long as she can please me, then why not? Besides, she knows her limit. I'm not into something serious relationship. I only want to have fun, and she looks like that too. All the women I hang out with, I let them know I am not interested in them. I'm not into a vanilla relationship.
You'll be my sex slave if you insist. I'll support you financially but not emotionally.
She kept on taking off my jogger, so I barely stood up for her to succeed in what she was planning. Fortunately, we were in the double seat in the corner, and nobody would notice if we had a mystery to do. My cover is already on my thigh, and only briefs are left. She continued to caress the lump in my middle, caressing my face by the strange heat flowing all over my body. She lifted my t-shirt slightly and went to my nipples, squeezing them, "Hmmm, your body looks like a hulk Jacob," she said as it landed on my abs.
"I go to the gym regularly," was my formal answer, still looking straight ahead. It went back to my flurry.
"Hmmm! It looks like it tastes good, Jacob," teasing me in my ear and continued to stroke until my bird came out at the exit of my brief. Ohh! Mother fucker! I shuddered in my mind, feeling the warmth of her palm caressing its head luxuriously, up-down, over again.
"Your boner is ready to fly, Jacob!" She whispered, making the situation even hotter, turning my ear to red from the boiling position.
"What the fucked Tori. Are we going to make out here? Are you serious?" I swallowed, questioning her in a low voice. It's the first time in history and on the plane. Excellent, and you are lucky when a woman approaches you. There is no need to flirt or court, showing malice, offering themselves to you willingly.
"Are you okay, Jake?" she grinned as if teased and was pleased with my reaction, calling me in my other name.
"I'm fine," was my short answer as I adjusted my seat because my ass was about to fall off.
"Are you sure it's fine?" I think she's referring to whether the violence she commits is okay. Tori was aggressive. I will not miss this opportunity.
"Is it okay if I swallow your bird?" It whispered in my ear, which led to my body hair erections.
"Yeah," My brief agreement. Who is the man who will deny grace when food on the table is offered freely in front of you? Can't I peck yet?
"It tastes better if we could put some salsa on it," she teased even more.
"Wait! Tori," I blocked her with my hand as she tried to go.
"What?" She wrinkles, obviously irritated.
"I'll cover you for safety," I took the blanket, covered it and even the pillow I was holding in my left arm.
Holy Cow! I'm used to what Tori is doing, sucking on my hard bird, stroking gently, which made my mouth gape quickly-slightly glancing around, peeking on someone be watching. The plane is about to land. I haven't been out yet, shit! I held her by the head and gently accompanied the lift of her chin. She was pressing hard, feeling the tip of her throat that she almost vomited, panting as she sucked on it. She was using her hand to masturbate me, simultaneously sucking. This woman is great, well -trained. It's already normal for me to start the moves, but this scenario was somewhat fun and exciting. I didn't imagine Tori to be like this far performing well in terms of arousing.
"Are you having fun, Mr. Smith? " Tori snapped, lifting a bit her head to look on me as I'm staring her down.
"Tori, stop peeking. Maybe someone will walk by and get their attention." I utter, leaning her head back on my hard one, then the pleasure takes on once again. Gulping simultaneously as she stroke so dumped crazy, the feeling was indescribable.
"Tori, make it fast. We are going to touch down," I whispered to her, then she began stroking it more complex and more profound. Even the aircon on it's still getting hotter, and I am overwhelmed by the strange joy I feel as if my eyes stick up. I encountered so many girls like this aggressive before, but Tori was a bit flexible them all, giving her best to stir me on, getting my attention with her fascinating ways. My thighs stiffened, gripped tightly to the armrest, sweating from the intense movement.
"Don't stop Tori," I demand on her delaying the electrifying stroke she is giving on me, placing my palm into her head pushing it through my cock.
The main lead Hannah Spaughton is in love with her best friend, Billy Beveridge, having sex but with no commitment. One day will bump into this gorgeous unknown girl, get drunk, and lid them into one nightstand. Shockingly end up being her soon wife as they arranged to marry each other for the family agreement made a long time ago. Afterward, Billy realizes how much she loves Hannah but suddenly gets married already. The secret about the arranged marriage will reveal then definitely Billy will fight for her love for Hannah. Would Hannah choose Billy then run away after a divorce or learn to love Ally Moore, the one her parents chose to be her beloved wife?
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.