Novels by Miracle Charles

Rebecca lay back against the soft pillows in the master bedroom, her sundress already pulled up around her waist. The room was quiet except for the low sounds coming from her laptop. She had propped it on the bed beside her. On the screen, a woman was on her knees in front of a powerful man, obeying his every command. Rebecca’s cheeks burned with shame, but she could not stop watching. Her right hand moved between her thighs, two fingers sliding slowly up and down her wet slit. Her left hand held the edge of the sundress higher, exposing her smooth pussy completely.She circled her swollen clit with her fingertips, then pushed two fingers inside herself. A soft moan escaped her lips. The stretch felt good. Her juices coated her fingers and made wet sounds as she pumped them in and out. She kept her wide, innocent eyes fixed on the screen, breathing faster. Her full breasts rose and fell under the thin fabric of the sundress. Her nipples had hardened into stiff peaks that pressed v

Chloe stayed frozen in the middle of the office, her heart pounding hard in her chest. The taste of Damien's cock still lingered on her tongue from the first time he made her suck him. Her legs felt weak. Before she could step back, Damien's large hand landed on her shoulder and pushed her down firmly."On your knees," he said.The expensive rug pressed into her skin as she dropped. It felt soft but thick under her bare knees. Damien stood tall above her, his thick cock hanging heavy in front of her face. The head was still shiny and wet. He wrapped one hand around the base and tapped the head against her cheek with a soft, fleshy smack."Open," he ordered.Chloe parted her lips. He fed the head into her mouth right away. The warm, salty taste filled her again. Her mouth stretched around his thickness. Damien placed both hands on the sides of her head at first, gently but with clear control. He pushed forward slowly, sliding more of his cock over her tongue until it touched the back

Chloe closed the children's bedroom door softly behind her and let out a quiet breath. The house was silent now, the two kids finally asleep after story time and multiple glasses of water. She was still wearing the simple cotton tank top and shorts she slept in, her bare feet padding down the wooden stairs. Thirst pulled her toward the kitchen for a glass of water. It had only been four days since she arrived from Australia, and the big Voss family house still felt like a maze at night.She pushed open a door on the ground floor, expecting the kitchen lights. Instead, the room was dim, lit only by the blue glow of several computer monitors on a large desk. Chloe froze mid-step. Mr. Damien Voss sat in his leather chair, his tall frame leaning back. His pants were open, and his hand moved slowly up and down his thick cock. The shaft looked heavy, veins standing out along its length, the head glistening under the monitor light. He was stroking it with a steady rhythm, his fingers w