Blue strawberries

Blue strawberries

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Sep 16, 2019
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Romance
Nyx stone is a 21-year-old girl who lives in California, she owns a cute little bakery and everything is going superbly until he enters and mixes things up. Hunter Blue, the 22-year old model, has an odd infatuation with Nyx he can't seem to stay away from her. Hunter awakens Nyx's innermost deepest desires and sexual arousal that has been hidden far too long for his liking. Unfortunately, Nyx can't help but feel like something is off, it's too good to be true. After All, it is always quiet before the storm. Hunter growled as he pinned Nyx up against the wall, Nyx shuddered against him as his mouth devoured hers. Nyx parted her lips for him and he slipped his tongue into her mouth exploring her. Hunter groaned as Nyx began to rub against him, he wanted to take her right here right now but thought better if it."Oh Nyx" he whispered softly as he slid his hand up her dress and squeezed her inner thigh. Nyx arched her back craving something t release the pooling arousal in between her legs. "Hunter" she called his name breathily, "Yes my sweet Nyx" He now began to lightly rub her entrance through her panties. "I'm at work" she panted softly as she tilted her self in hopes to stop his evil teasing. Hunter chuckled before leaning down and whispering seductively in her ear, "We better hurry then"
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He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

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