Nobela ni Fola

(Vivian’s POV) He turned me onto my back. My legs were still weak and open, my tits rising and falling with every breath, nipples hard, pussy dripping his cum. He leaned down and took one breast into his mouth. His lips closed around my nipple and he suck and bit my nipple. “Nnnhh… Gideon…” I moaned, back arching off the bed. It feels so good. His tongue flicked over the tip while he sucked. Then he pulled more of my breast into his mouth, sucking deeper. I could feel the pull all the way down to my pussy and it made me throb again. He switched to the other breast. “Mmm… fuck,” he groaned against my skin as he sucked that nipple just as hard. “Ahhh…yes…suck them,” I moaned, hands going to his head, holding him there. The sucking became stronger, using his teeth a little to tug and it hurt in the best way. He kept sucking one while his hand squeezed the other, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. “Gideon… ahhh… it feels so good,” I crie

(Vivian’s POV) My walls stretched around him and I could feel the head pressing deep. “Your pussy is so fucking greedy and obedient.” His dirty words made me wetter. My pussy opened up and took every inch of his length. I moaned louder because it felt so good I couldn’t stay quiet. “You are so fucking right,” I whispered. He kissed me deeply, his tongue pushed into my mouth the same way his cock pushed into my pussy. Then he reached between us and rubbed my clit in tight circles while he kept fucking me. The feeling was too much, and I want to take it all. His cock sliding in and out, and his fingers on my clit at the same time. Too much but I'm so greedy, I don't want him to stop, even if my whole body was trembling a little. “Come again, Vivian.” he growled. His masculine voice, hit my pussy lips. I came instantly—My pussy releasing and clenching around his cock in tight, rhythmic waves. He cursed under his breath. “Slow down please,” I begged as I am

Vivian’s POV We barely made it to the top of the stairs before Gideon pushed me against the wall and kissed me. His mouth was hungry, tongue sliding against mine, one hand already under my singlet again, squeezing my breast hard enough to make me moan into him. The guilt was still there, sitting right under my ribs but it didn’t stop my legs from parting when he shoved a thigh between them. “Upstairs,” I managed against his lips. “Properly, please not here.” He gave a low, amused hum. “Whatever you say, love.” He walked me into his room and kicked the door shut behind us. Then he let me go, to take his clothes off. I stood there in just the singlet and nothing underneath staring at him, his cum already drying on my thighs from the kitchen, and the sight of him watching me made the guilt flare hotter. “I shouldn’t be doing this again,” I said,“He’s only been gone one night.” Gideon pulled his joggers the rest of the way off and stepped out of them. His cock was already ha

Vivian’s POVMorning light cut through the gap in the curtains.I woke up first, still naked, one of Gideon’s heavy arms draped across my waist, his cock soft and warm against the back of my thigh.For a few seconds I just lay there, breathing in the smell of sex that still clung to the sheets. Then suddenly I opened my eyes very well, my heart skipped a beat.What the fuck have I done?My husband was somewhere in another city, probably answering emails, trusting that the two people under his roof were behaving. And here I was, thighs sticky with Gideon’s come, my hand touched a spot on my neck, i felt a faint bruise where he’d sucked too hard on, and the deep, satisfying ache between my legs that only came from being fucked properly. I had let my husband’s best friend put his mouth on me, his cock inside me, his fingers, his everything. I even begged for it and I came on his cock more than once and still wanted more.I carefully slid out from under his arm. He made a low sound

Vivian’s POV I couldn’t form words anymore, this man can really fuck.“...ohh fuckkk!” my cunt taking every fucking inch of his cock.“Ahhhn! gosh!! Gideon!!!” I moaned loudly while he pounded into me.My clit adjusted to his size, taking every thick inch, the stretch burning in the best way. He kept that angle, kept hitting that spot.My husband hit nicely too but he hit differently. I felt another orgasm building already, faster than the first.And he suddenly pulled out.I made a helpless noise of protest. Before I could reach for him he moved down the bed.“Gideon,” I managed to call his name, then I saw him spreading my thighs wide with both hands, and then his mouth was on my pussy.Hot. Open. Hungry.I threw my head back, as he claimed my cunt like it was made for him.His tongue dragged flat up the length of my pussy, collecting every drop of the mess he’d made of me. “Oh…yeah!!!” I arched so hard that my back left the mattress. “You're so fucking delicious, Vivi, fawk!”

(Vivian’s POV)He finally pulled my baggy jeans down and off without breaking the kiss. I helped him as fast as I could, kicking them away. His fingers returned immediately, still over my panties, still circling my clit.“Gideon!” I bit my lip hard to keep from saying his name out so loud. The way he touched me was exactly what I’d fantasized about in the dark, he was patient, focused and like he had nowhere else to be and nothing else he wanted more.Then he smiled against my mouth and stopped.“Why did you stop?” My voice came out rough.“Get between my thighs.”I moved like he pulled a string in me, climbed over him, settled between his legs on my knees. He shoved his pants and boxers the rest of the way down. His cock sprang free, Jesus! This man is really long, thick and the head of his cock is glistening. I stared.“Did you shave for this day?” I asked, almost laughing at how ridiculous the question sounded.“Yes, take off your blouse.” he said without being patient.I pull

(Bella’s POV) I stayed against the door for several seconds after Aiden’s car disappeared from the street, staring at the ring on my finger as though it belonged to someone else. The diamond caught the light from the hallway and threw a small reflection against the wall. I lifted my hand, turning it from side to side, trying to understand how something so beautiful could make me feel so uneasy. It was fake. I reminded myself of that again. Aiden and I weren't engaged. We weren't in love. We didn't plan a future together at all. There was no real wedding waiting for us at the end of this ridiculous arrangement. There was only one problem. His mother didn't know that. And judging by the excitement in her voice tonight, she had already built an entire future around us. I sighed and walked away from the door, finally walking toward the stairs. My heels were still in my hand, and I dropped them beside the first step before climbing upstairs barefoot. My body felt exhausted, but my

(Bella's POV)"Mom," Aiden said, keeping his voice as calm as he could. "It's almost midnight.""I know what time it is, darling. Do you think I could sleep after what I saw? Mrs. Henderson sent me the video before you even finished standing up from that knee."I pressed my fingers against my forehead and closed my eyes.Of course she did."Is Bella there?" Katherine asked. "Put her on, I want to hear her voice.""She's here. You're on speaker.""Good evening, Mrs. Blackwood," I said quietly."Mrs. Blackwood?" She gasped, as if I had insulted her. "No, no, no. We are past that now, my dear. It's Mom, or Katherine at the very least, but I'm hoping for Mom."My throat tightened.I looked at Aiden. He kept his eyes on the road, but I saw the muscle in his jaw move."Okay," I said softly. "Katherine.""Oh, that voice. She sounds just like I imagined." Her voice trembled and I realized with a sinking feeling that she was crying. "Bella, you don't know what this means to me. Aiden has never

(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