Nobela ni Fola

(Emily’s POV) I moaned into his mouth—soft at first, then louder when he squeezed my breasts. Fuck, this man is making me lose my mind. “Fuck,” he muttered against my lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” “Yes I do.” I reached down and gripped him through his swim trunks, squeezing the thick, hard length of his cock without patience. “I’ve felt you looking. I’ve touched myself thinking about this exact thing, you pushing me against a wall and taking what you want, fuck daddy, take me.” He yanked the wet bikini bottoms down my thighs. I stepped out of them. His hand slid between my legs and found me already dripping. He pushed two fingers into me without warning and I gasped, head tipping back against the tile. “Daddy…!Oh God…” He began fucking me with his fingers hard and deep, curling them, thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit. “So tight, damn baby.” He increased his pace. “Ahmn!” The wet sounds were filthy in the small space. My moans got hi

(Emily’s POV) Daniel rolled his tongue inside my clit. He didn’t just bury his face in my entrance, he licked me like he wanted to drown it all. I squirmed and gasped. I'm gonna lose my mind, and Yeah I want to. His tongue is driving my crazy, he bit my pussy lips before sucking them. "You smell so nice baby, so fucking nice!" his remarks made me even wetter. "Damn Daddy! Your tongue is so fucking...fuck!" Then he crawled up my body and sank into me again in one long, deep thrust. This time he fucked me slow. So slow. Every stroke dragged against every sensitive place inside me. I moaned continuously, soft and broken and completely gone for him. “Ahhh… yes… just like that… nngh…” “Moan for me.” “It feels so good…ahh…your cock feels so good daddy!” He kept the pace torturous, watching my face the whole time. “Please…Daddy let me come—” “Not yet.” “Please I need it—” my body shivering. “You’ll come when I say.” He fucked me like that for what felt like for

(Emily’s POV) I scrambled up on shaky legs and straddled him. He held his cock steady while I sank down onto it, inch by thick inch. The stretch made me moan the whole way down. “Mmmmmhh…you’re so big!” My pussy lips let out a shaky breath. Once I was fully seated I stayed still for a second, just feeling him pulse inside me. Then I started to move. Slow at first. Rolling my hips. Lifting up and sinking back down. Every time I took him deep a soft, throaty moan left me. “Ahh!!!nngh…yes…” His hands gripped my ass, helping me find a rhythm. I braced my palms on his chest and rode him harder, letting my head fall back. My moans got louder, freer. “Ohhh—Daniel—it feels so good—” “That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on it. Let me hear you.” “I love riding your cock! I hope I'm doing it better than mommy!” I bounced faster. “Stop the comparison.” The wet slap of my cunt taking him filled the room. My tits bounced with every movement. He sat up suddenly, wrapped an arm aroun

Emily’s POV I couldn’t stop moaning. That was the first thing I learned about myself once Daniel, my step daddy finally stopped holding back. I was loud. Filthy-loud. I became the girl who made noise without shame once she got what she wanted. And what I wanted was his cock—thick, deep, relentless—inside me for as long as the empty house would let us. The blue dress was long gone. It lay in a wrinkled heap somewhere near the couch. I was naked on the living-room floor now, on my hands and knees, while Daniel fucked me from behind with long, heavy strokes. “Fuck me like I'm not yours daddy!” I moaned, squeezing my breasts as he fucked me."No, you're mine!" he replied and I nodded, as he continued fucking me like there's no tomorrow. “Yeah… just like that…!” “Oh my God… deeper… please…” One hand locked on my hip, the other fisted in my hair, pulling my head back just enough to make my back arch. The wet slap of his hips against my ass filled the room. Every thrust pun

“Fuck you,” I breathed, but the words came out shaky.“You are already fucking me .” He leaned down, bracing on one forearm beside my head, and rolled his hips in a way that dragged against a spot inside me that made my thighs tremble. “Feel that? That’s six years of listening to you. Every insult. Every time you looked through me like I didn’t exist.”So my stepbrother can make me feel this way, he can fuck! I've never felt this way in my entire life.He fucked me like that for a long time in a slow, relentless strokes that kept me right on the edge without letting me fall. Sweat began to slick my skin. The black dress was shoved up under my breasts now, one strap slipped off my shoulder. “Your nipples are tight and visible through your thin fabric.” he said, kissing my neck, biting a spot, my eyes shut, God, what feeling is this.For this foolish step brother of mine? Oh I hate myself.Ethan pushed the dress higher still and took one of the nipples into his mouth, sucking hard e

I have always known how to keep Ethan in his place.From the day our parents got married and he became the quiet, too-tall presence in the hallway, I made sure he understood the hierarchy. He was nothing but my mother's husband's son, not even close to being a stepbrother. He was the extra. The one who didn’t quite belong to where I stand. I rolled my eyes when he tried to speak nicely to me at dinner.I borrowed his things and never returned them the same. I told friends he was weird and soft and probably still a virgin at twenty-three. I left messes for him to clean because he was always home, always careful, always taking it. It felt good. Power felt good. He never pushed back, so I pushed harder.That was the order of things for six years.Then our parents left for Italy and the house became ours alone. Before they left my mother told me:“We will be back, please make sure you take care of yourself and your brother.” She knows how much I didn’t like him.And his father sa

(Bella’s POV)By the time the business gala finally came to an end, my cheeks ached from smiling. The kind of deep, muscle-deep ache that comes from holding an expression that no longer belongs to you. I had lost count of how many businessmen, celebrities, and investors had approached us throughout the night, offering congratulations on our “engagement.” Every few minutes another pair of eyes would light up with excitement, another hand would reach for a photograph, another glass would be raised in a toast to our supposed future. The words “beautiful couple” and “perfect match” floated around us like perfume—sweet, expensive, and completely false.It was exhausting in a way that went beyond tired feet or sore cheeks. It was the exhaustion of performing a life that wasn’t mine.The moment we stepped out of the lobby into the cooler night air, I kicked off my heels with a quiet, almost desperate sigh of relief. The concrete felt blessedly solid under my bare feet.“Oh, thank God.”

(Luke’s POV)I wished I could tell her that I had wanted divorce for longer than I was willing to admit. That no amount of time or effort or shared history would ever make me stop loving the woman who left. That we could never work, not really, no matter how many years we stacked on top of the original crack.But the words stayed locked behind my teeth.Part of me still didn’t know how to let go of Serena. She had been my constant when everything else collapsed. She had been kind when I was broken. And another, colder part of me whispered the practical fear I hated myself for even thinking: that she might outsmart me in a courtroom, that she could take half of everything I had built, that the life I had carefully constructed could be carved up and handed over. And deeper than that fear was the simple, human reluctance to hurt her any more than I already was.So I stood there in the small bathroom with the fluorescent light buzzing softly overhead, her tears soaking into my shirt,

(Luke’s POV)I couldn’t take it anymore. The air in the living room had grown thick, heavy with the weight of everything left unsaid, everything I had been swallowing for five years. Every breath felt like it scraped against the raw edges inside my chest. I stood up so abruptly the chair scraped hard against the floor. My hands were already trembling. I walked straight to the washroom without looking at anyone, without answering the concerned glance I could feel on my back. The door shut behind me with a soft click that somehow sounded final.I braced both hands on the cold porcelain of the sink and stared at my own reflection. The man looking back at me looked wrecked—eyes red-rimmed, jaw locked so tight it ached, a single tear already tracking down one cheek before I could stop it. I hated that tear. I hated how easily it came whenever the thought of her slipped past the walls I had spent half a decade building.Just as the door shut behind me, it opened again. Serena stepped

(Luke’s POV)“Of course I'll marry you,” Bella said, her voice trembling with emotion as she smiled down at Aiden.The words echoed through the ballroom.For a brief second everything around me went silent. The applause that erupted after her answer sounded distant, almost as if I were underwater. Guests rose from their seats, cheering and congratulating them while cameras flashed relentlessly around the newly engaged couple.I couldn’t hear any of it. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even blink.My eyes remained fixed on Bella as Aiden gently slipped the diamond ring onto her finger—the same finger that had once worn my wedding ring.A painful lump formed in my throat.It has been five years since she walked out of my life, yet seeing another man place a ring on her finger hurt just as much as the day I watched her leave. Maybe even more. Because this time it felt final.I had always believed there would be another chance. Another conversation. Another opportunity to tell her how

(Bella's POV)When the song reached its climax, Aiden suddenly dipped me backward without warning.A gasp swept through the ballroom.Camera flashes exploded around us.“Aiden!” I whispered through my laughter, clinging to his shoulder. “You absolute maniac. Warn a girl next time!”He slowly pulled me upright again, looking far too pleased with himself. “What? You looked amazing. The photographers needed content. I provided content. You’re welcome, my love.”“You planned that.” I shake my head at him.“I absolutely did. I’ve been waiting all night for the perfect moment to make you look like a movie heroine and myself like a slightly overconfident supporting character.”“Show-off.” I scoffed at him.“You looked amazing. Say it again and I’ll buy you dessert later.” he whispered and blew me a kiss.I shook my head, trying not to laugh anymore. “You’re the worst best friend in the history of best friends.”“And yet still the only one currently dipping you in public. Rankings are subject

(Bella’s POV)The soft melody of a live orchestra drifted through the grand ballroom, replacing the quiet chatter of business discussions. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead while executives, investors, celebrities, and influential families mingled with glasses of champagne in their hands. The atmosphere became elegant, sophisticated, and filled with laughter until the master of ceremonies stepped onto the stage.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced with a bright smile, "thank you all for joining us today. Before we continue with the rest of the day, we'd like to invite every couple onto the dance floor for our traditional gala dance.”Applause echoed across the room.I instinctively looked at Aiden.He was already looking at me.No, I shake my head at him, I don't even feel like dancing. A mischievous smile spread across his handsome face before he stood from his chair and stretched his hand toward me with an exaggerated flourish."My beautiful girlfriend," he said, executing