Dandy Dw の小説・ストーリー

He stands and wraps his hands around," he whispers in my ear, holding me tighter. I feel his breath on my ear as he presses his lips on the lobe. He moves his fingers softly up my thighs and I'm naked underneath. He starts to stroke his finger inside me softly. He puts another finger inside and now he's stroking me with two fingers. He thrusts the fingers faster and I'm squeaking. I don't want to moan loudly, especially with everyone around. Dax interrupts us and I swallow hard as Trent clears his throat and takes a step backwards. I'm still trying to catch a breath. Why the hell does Trent have to have this effect on me? Now I want to get laid more than ever. "He," Dax greets us. "I hope I

It made her want to puke. "Mate!" Dax called to Wendy. She turned to look at his face. He was so close, her heart pounding in her chest. "Want to taste me?" He asked, pulling his belt off. He freed his trousers and exposed his huge cọck. He was so shameless. Wendy's throat tightened. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. Wendy knew that shifting in the Boston Pack was magical; she didn't need to undress to shift. This was the first time she was seeing a man's cọck—so huge, veiny, and thick.

Otherwise, he would not still be single. “However...” Noir suddenly leaned in and said mysteriously, “Andy, I know someone who can definitely help you with your current troubles.” Andrius asked, “Who?” Noir replied, “The Southern Warzone Master, Dax Wimbleton!” Dax? Andrius looked at Noir and said skeptically, “Isn’t that guy as straightforward as can be? You think he can help me with my troubles?” Noir rubbed his nose and chuckled. “There’s something you don’t know. Ever since you subdued the Hawkeye Group, I’ve gotten a lot of private information. Among them are the private hobbies of many top figures in Florence. Dax is no exception.”

Daniel Winters stepped through the immaculately polished glass door of the Las Duex with a smile on his face. At a proud six foot four, it was hard not to take notice of him. His face was the epitome of every woman’s wet dream as he stood with his back straight and carried himself with a stride accustomed to strength and power.

Had I known, I would have gone along with my hunch. “Dandy.” “Mr Donovan. It’s good to hear from you so soon. I assume you have seen the lady.” Dandy was more than a private investigator, he was one of my oldest friends whom I could share some depressing secrets with. “I fucked her last night.” A pregnant silence ensued for a while before he broke it. “And?” “Tore her hymen. Felt the barrier, saw the blood this morning.” “Well shit, I can’t believe that.” I cursed under my breath.

Meanwhile, the Darby members were beaten, blood splashed all over the floor. “Who are you!” Old Master Darby asked, looking at Dax. Dax marched forward and replied with a smile, “Dax is my first name and Sanders is my last. What? Everyone held their breath. ‘Dax. Dax Sanders? Everyone in Donghai City knew this name.’ Dax Sanders. Old Master Darby stood up and said, “Oh, the Sanders. What are you doing in Darby mansion? Why are you getting involved in our family business!”

I apologetically squeezed Kat’s shoulder and returned behind the bar to hide. Wanda and Jody appeared behind the counter in record time, and it confused me because most of their tables were vacant, which meant they didn’t appear before me for drink orders. “Liv! Do you know who you were talking to?” asked Jody with a sickly fan-girl giggle. Yeah. An arrogant jerk. “Should I?” “That’s Dominic Moore! He’s only the richest, most handsome guy in this city. Girl, is your head under a rock?” Wanda added.

“More than you know.” They opened their menus. Before they could read them, a black man approached them in a three-piece suit. He wore an African tribal tie. “Excuse me, miss,” he said to Patty in a deep African accent. “I’m Dawit. I’m the personal assistant to Abdulkareem Gerard Dada, the African diplomat and businessman.” He extended his hand to Patty.

“Call me Jordan.” “Name’s Dwaine,” he says with a flash of teeth. Dwaine is in his mid to late twenties with beautiful ebony skin. He’s maybe an inch shorter than me and he’s wearing a black suit that’s not as expensive as Larry’s, but it still looks good on him. His chocolate eyes are inquisitive and he’s more handsome when he smiles. I don’t see a ring on his left ring finger and decide he’d make a good hookup if he didn’t work for the Pronghorns’ organization. What can I say? I’m twenty-one and I’ve been celibate for months.

I cast a sidelong glance at my date for tonight, Danner Winfield, a handsome hunk who drives every woman into wet dreams. There's not the slightest doubt in my mind that he wanted my company to show me off to his friends. That's actually the case with many of my admirers, when they can't have real sex with me, they brag about our relationship.