Devon Debauchery Novelas e Histórias

How I wish I can shove this fucking face down a hole or something. “Baby, how long have you been standing there.” “Oh, not long. I just hear Beavis say something about how many women he has had sex with.” “Well, baby, that is something that I wish you did not hear. Dev can be quite a slut when he wants to be.” “Hey,” Dev interrupts us. “You were just as bad as me.” “I think we just determined that I was not even near as bad as you.” “Are we counting now because I don’t think you have enough fingers to count them on your hand.”

Meazus rolled down the car window and was about to move to the passenger seat so Deanna could sit next to Raline. “Devon wants to come too,” said Deanna so Meazus wouldn't have to move seats. “Really? Then he can sit in the back.” “No, Devon brought his own car.” “Is his leg healed?” “Wasn't Devon already healed at Davina's wedding? He pretended to be sick to get Raline's attention, didn't he?” Raline, who heard this, was immediately very embarrassed. She couldn't even lift her face. “Raline.”

“I was there to collect the debt…and I had a-a…disagreement with one of the whores…and the next thing I know…this woman w-walks in and she orders me to be tied up…a-and then…” Devon looked towards his hand; his lips trembling with rage, or perhaps sorrow at the loss of his dominant hand. However, I didn’t buy his sob story one bit. I think both the doctor as well as Rico had already noticed his hesitation before the word ‘disagreement’ and that was where I knew he had been the one to screw up first. Devon met my eyes once again and whatever he saw in them, made his eyes widen in fear. I smirked. He sure had some courage, lying straight to my face. Walking to the bed next to him, I leaned dow

Devon blurted out instantly. I closed my eyes briefly. He was such a big idiot. The board members exchanged confused looks immediately. Devon kept talking before anyone could interrupt him. “He’s been acting suspicious for weeks,” he continued quickly. “He suddenly became stronger overnight and Caleb has been helping him hide things.” “Hide what exactly?” one of the female board members asked sharply. “A spell book,” Devon answered immediately. “Or pieces of one.” I genuinely regretted not strangling him earlier. The older board member looked toward me finally. “Lucien Ashen,” he said calmly. “Would you like to explain what exactly Mr. Beaumont is rambling about?”

They got into the car and drove off, leaving the past behind, but never forgotten. Meanwhile, at the Cage mansion, a different kind of life was happening. Devon had just come back from the office, his face tired and grim. He was a CEO, a husband and a father, but he was also a stranger to the woman he was married to. The bidding for the big project was underway and that stressed him so much. Due to some bad decisions of Damien in the past when he schemed his way to the title, well so he thought as the truth was that Devon let him have it. But after all his rubbish, Devon had to step in again to fix things and save the company from a point of bankruptcy and this project was the first step tow

Devon just came back to his house after a night of partying. A day after my burial he's already out and about getting laid and drunk. How Sweet. I muttered to myself as I spy on him stumbling with his keys to open the door. Devon stepped inside his empty house. Like me, Devon was quite the lost soul, but unlike me, he must have enjoyed the fact that his parents are always away. Must have been nice than being in the same house every single day, all the forced interactions, the awkward nods. He is lucky he doesn't have to go through that. In fact, his parents must love him dearly or rather overcompensate with their inadequacies by always bailing him out of trouble and giving him the best thing

Wanting to walk back to his truck with Zimmerman, Devon quickly addressed the two women, "Ladies, I apologize again for the inconvenience. It was a pleasure meeting you, and have a good rest of your day." "I wish we could bottle that charm of yours," Becky said once they were out of earshot. "Let me ask you, DO, have you ever failed to talk a woman into your bed?" Devon laughed. A lot of people would be disappointed to know that his reputation as a satyr was nowhere near the reality of his life. Except for Stacy Bloom and one other occasional 'friend with benefits", his love life was as barren as the Mojave Desert. He decided to tweak Becky's tail though.

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

“You want to stop? Fine. I’ll stop. But at the end of the day, pretty, you’re the one that’ll come begging.” “Want to bet?” My voice comes out shaky. Just like my legs. Devon’s eyes light up. “Bet. Which one of us gets to crack before the wedding night.” This is a bad idea. Everything in me is screaming at me not to take it. I know. I fucking know. Devon is the curse of a blockbuster. I’ve gotten a taste of him and I want more. Heat and wetness floods my pussy. I want him again. I should refuse.

Cheques flew all around the room, everyone signing up for a piece of the pie. The hookers of Pandemonium enjoyed watching this night the most. They knew that by the time the Angels were done, it would truly be demon time. All of the original Angels finished presenting, and groans of protest filled the room because they thought it was over. The devil slid into the room then after closing a deal, and sat next to Lev. “Your girls are killing it tonight!” Lev, inching closer to a drunken state, screamed into his face. His hot breath of alcohol made Luca wheeze and recline back.