Novels by JAYNE_GEMM

I could not believe what we just did. I hold her close and I can feel her little heartbeat, like a bird, against my chest. Her sweet honey is on my face, in my mouth, and I've never tasted or smelled anything as intoxicating. My cock rages and my heart pounds in my chest too.I don't know if I am going to regret this, I don’t even know how I would face her dad when he comes back and right now, I don't give a shit.The only thing I know is that I need to be inside her. I need to fuck my beautiful Charlie , and nothing is going to prevent me from doing that.And I know that no matter what happens, from this moment on, she is mine.I scoop her up in my arms and carry her upstairs to her bed. That is where I want her, in the place I couldn't stop myself from jacking off. I want to be surrounded by her, her smell, her things, all of her."I'm going to fuck you now," I say as I pull my t-shirt off.Oh my God," she says, "her beautiful blue eyes shining in the morning light as she looks up a

"Good morning Charlie girl,"Dave says cheerfully as I enter the kitchen with my laundry basket, "The Earth says hello." He's sitting at the table, in pajama pants and a t-shirt, working on his laptop."What?" I set my laundry basket on the table and pour myself a cup of coffee."It's an old song," he laughs.He looks up at me, at my laundry basket, and back at me with a weird look on his face. I woke up this morning and realized I need to do laundry so I'm wearing a long t-shirt, but no bra, and a pair of underwear. Dave looks me up and down, and although it's weird, I'm turned on by it. I can feel his gaze moving down my body, over my tits, which are practically exposed in this thin white t-shirt, down to my bare legs. I'm suddenly super embarrassed."I have to do laundry," I say. I pick up the basket and hurry off to the laundry room.As I'm starting up the washer, Brody comes up behind me. He puts his big warm hands on my shoulders and massages them."Oh, that feels good," I say.

“Hey, Charlie " Dave grins from ear to ear when I open the door."Hi Dave," I say and stand back to give him room to come in. Kujo barks and runs around in circles like a lunatic. She loves Dave too."What's the matter Charlie girl?" he makes a fake pouty face. "Aren't you looking forward to our little sleepover?My dad is traveling and he thought I can’t be able to live three days on my own without supervision, I think he forgot that I’m now nineteen and therefore an adult.He told me this morning that Dave, his best friend, will be staying over with me till he comes back as if I need a babysitter and not just any babysitter!!! Dave is his best friend who I have the hots for, the same one I have bad indecent dreams about nearly every night."I'm not a baby," I cross my arms as he closes the door behind him and puts his bag on the floor. He crouches down to pet the dog."Hey, Kujo," he scratches her neck and she licks his face. "Of course, you're not a baby.""I don't need a babysitt

She writhed underneath me. Another moment later and I regained my senses. I pulled out, practically jumping back.Harper wasted no time. She sat up, cupping my balls and sucking on my shaft. I shuddered as I released even more seed into her mouth. She swallowed every drop greedily, something Lily hadn't done for me since we'd been married. For a moment, I almost forgot about the fact that I had just come inside of her.Almost. The next moment, I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet. She leaned in for a kiss and I pulled her back. "Whoa whoa whoa. You need to leave. Now." She looked crushed. "But...""I'm serious, leave now."She looked shocked, the petulant teenager coming back to her. "But my dress! And my hair! And my makeup!" I crossed my arms. "Not my fucking problem."She looked around, still breathing hard. "I'm not leaving like this.""Yes you are," I said."No I'm not. If I go home like this, my parents will see what you've done, and I'm not going to tell them it

I sat down on the couch. She began to kneel on top of me, but I stopped her. "You need to get my cock wet again," I said. She grimaced for a moment as she looked at my cock, huge and glistening with her juices. A ring of crimson was near the base. Her disgust must have only lasted for a moment, because the next second she was between my legs, sucking on my cock like it was her job. Her eyes met mine, and she never broke eye contact while she sucked. She opened her mouth, letting a downpour of spit fall on the tip.I grabbed her hair and pulled her up, and now when she knelt over me, I eagerly dived into her dripping pussy. Her tits were directly in my face as I thrust within her, and I suckled on her nipples while diving deep, deeper than Lily’s . Harper enjoyed the attention, bouncing on me with all the effort her abused teen body would allow. She ran her fingers through her hair, as it finally free to get her oneand only wish.I grabbed her ass and thrust into her quickly, and she

I brought my hand m out of her underwear, letting go of her hand at the same time. I grabbed her panties and pulled, the waistband breaking instantly.Instead of protesting, Harper moaned and thrust her ass out even more. I didn't want her to get too comfortable, so I gave her ass one last spank, the hardest spank yet. With her hands free, she was able to flip on her back. I got out from under her, sitting on the edge of the couch as she lay across it. I saw the wet tears in her eyes, making her mascara run a little, but I also saw the wet sheen on her pussy, neatly shaven."Well, well," I said. "Looks like you went all out for the prom."Her frown quickly turned into a sexy smile. "I got my hair and nails done for the prom, I figured I might as well get my pussy done too." She hiked her dress up even more, spreading her legs open a little more.I was immediately reminded of how shy Lily had been the first time we had made love, of how I didn't actually see her pussy until the third t

Pink balloons filled the east lawn of the Cole mansion, rising in clusters against the blue sky, and every one of them reminded Seraphina that she was hungry.She had not eaten since dawn. At nine, she had folded two hundred napkins. At eleven, she had arranged twelve vases of white roses. At noon, Margaret had inspected her apron and snapped, "Staff eat after the guests."It was now three in the afternoon, the baby shower had begun, and Seraphina was carrying a silver tray of champagne flutes through a crowd of sixty women in pastel silk."Mind the glasses, dear," Mrs. Whitlock murmured, brushing past. "You look pale.""Thank you, ma'am."At the center of the lawn, beneath a canopy of pink flowers, sat Vanessa on a cushioned throne, her hand resting on her stomach in a pose so practiced it belonged in a magazine. Gifts stacked around her feet like offerings at a shrine. Margaret stood at her shoulder, beaming.And at the edge of the canopy, a glass of whiskey in his hand, stood Julia

The needle slid into Seraphina's arm, and Margaret's fingers locked around her other wrist like a handcuff. "Hold still," said Dr. Alder, a pale man with careful hands and a nervous cough. "A small pinch, Miss Lane." "Don't speak to her unless you must," Margaret said. "She is here under a borrowed name, and I intend to keep it that way." Dark red filled the glass vial. Seraphina watched it, her stomach turning, thinking: That's my child's whole life in there. Eleven weeks old, and already a case file. On the steel counter lay a sealed plastic bag containing Adrian's silver hairbrush, which Margaret had stolen from his dressing table that morning. Beside it lay a second bag for Vanessa's sample. Two women. One man. One question that would decide everything. "Results in three days," Dr. Alder said. "I'll send them to you directly, Mrs. Cole, as you instructed." Seraphina turned her head toward the frosted window of the lab door. Outside, parked at the curb, was a white convertibl

Margaret did not tell Adrian.That was the first thing that frightened Seraphina. A mother-in-law who screams for her son is a mother-in-law who can be predicted. A mother-in-law who lowers the phone, ends the call with one calm press of her thumb, and says, "Go to bed, Seraphina. We'll discuss this in the morning," is something else entirely.Seraphina did not sleep. Beneath her mattress, the black phone sat like a coal. Margaret had taken Damien's phone and the key to the guest room, and the lock had clicked on the outside.At six, the key turned again.Margaret's private sitting room smelled of lilies and old money. She sat in a high-backed chair by the window, perfectly dressed, a teacup balanced on her knee. On the table beside her lay Damien's phone, face up, like a trophy."Kneel."Seraphina did not move."Kneel," Margaret repeated gently, "or I walk down the hall and wake my son."Seraphina knelt."Good girl." Margaret sipped her tea. "Do you know what I find most remarkable?

The door swung open without a knock.Margaret stood in the doorway in a black silk robe, her silver hair pinned for sleep, her eyes glittering in the dark like a cat's. She did not look like a woman who had been woken. She looked like a woman who had been waiting."Who were you talking to?"Seraphina's heart slammed against her ribs. The black phone lay flat beneath the mattress, six inches from her knee. "No one, Mother. I was praying.""Don't lie to me." Margaret stepped inside and closed the door softly behind her. That was worse than if she had slammed it. "I heard a phone buzz in this room. And I heard you.""Heard me say what?"Margaret's lips barely moved. "Whose child are you carrying, Vanessa?"The room went cold.She had said it aloud. In the quiet, in the dark, with the weight of the message pressing on her chest, the question had slipped out of her in a whisper, and the old woman on the other side of the door had caught every syllable."I don't know what you mean."The sla

Vanessa closed the door behind her and leaned against it as if she owned the room."Give me that," she said."No.""Seraphina." Vanessa's voice stayed light, almost fond. "I wasn't asking."She crossed the small bathroom in two steps and plucked the test from Seraphina's grip. She studied it the way a jeweler studies a stone, then dropped it into the toilet and flushed."That was mine," Seraphina breathed."It was evidence." Vanessa tucked the key into her pocket. "Mrs. Holloway really should be more careful with her spare keys. Easy to borrow when she's asleep."Seraphina rose, her back against the cold tiles. "What do you want?""Nothing at all." Vanessa straightened a stray lock of her own hair in the mirror. "I only want you to understand how things work. Does Adrian know?""Not yet.""Good. Then he never will." Her eyes met Seraphina's in the glass, and the sweetness slid away like a mask. "Margaret has been telling everyone for years that Adrian needs an heir. A proper heir, fro

The video had four million views by morning, and Adrian was furious.Not at himself. At the camera."Four million," he said, pacing the study with his phone in his fist. "Do you understand what that does to our share price? To the Marlowe deal?"Seraphina stood in the middle of the carpet in her grey maid's uniform, the mark on her cheek now a deep, ugly purple. No one had offered her a chair. Margaret sat by the window. Vanessa lounged on the leather sofa, one leg crossed over the other. A thin man in a navy suit hovered near the desk with a tablet. Adrian's head of public relations, Mr. Pruitt."Mrs. Cole," Pruitt began carefully, "we've prepared a short statement."He handed her a single page. She read it once.I tripped at the luncheon and caused an accident. My husband reacted in the heat of the moment, out of concern for his guest. The video is misleading. I am safe, happy, and deeply loved.She raised her eyes. "You want me to say I'm deeply loved?""I want you to say whatever