Novels by Angelblosom

I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes I felt him again. The heavy swing of his balls. The way he had flipped me and fucked me until I was sobbing into the pillow and calling him Daddy. My body still vibrated with it. I smelled like him. The pleasant ache between my thighs was a constant reminder that last night had not been a dream.I dressed carefully, looking at myself in the mirror and blushing for no good reason. Cream top. Brown trousers. Hair brushed and pulled into a neat ponytail. No sign that I had spent half the night getting railed in the dark. I looked too innocent for a woman who had just discovered what real sex felt like.When I was done I stepped into the corridor. The second I closed the door behind me I found Adrian already walking toward me from the other end with a small bouquet of white roses.He looked polished as always. Dark-brown hair is neat, his eyes wide and warm brown.I couldn’t help the heat that rose in my face. My temperature climbed all over.“G

He did not give me time to recover.The moment the last tremor of my orgasm faded he pulled almost all the way out, the thick head of his cock catching on my swollen entrance, then slammed back into me. My cry cracked in the middle. My hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging crescents into hard muscle as he set a punishing rhythm that stole the air from the room.Every stroke dragged over the sensitive spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.The wet, filthy sound of his cock plunging into my soaked pussy added rhythm to the slapping of our skin and moans.His heavy balls swung forward with the thrusts, smacking against my clit with every deep thrust. I could feel the impact all the way up my spine.“Fuck—yes—” The words tore out of me on a broken moan. “Just like that, Daddy… don’t stop—please.”He growled low in his throat and obeyed.One of his hands shoved the silk of my lingerie higher until my tits were completely out.He squeezed both softly while his hips kept m

He shoved my lingerie up to my waist in one rough motion. Cool air kissed the soaked folds of my pussy for half a second, a fleeting, shocking contrast against the heat already radiating from between my legs. My body tensed in anticipation, every nerve suddenly alert.Then two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning.“Oh…”My back arched off the bed. A broken cry tore from my throat as I felt his fingers stretch inside my warm pussy, the sudden intrusion both brutal and perfect. They were long and strong, the knuckles thick, forcing my walls to yield around them. The stretch burned in the most exquisite way, a sharp pleasure that made my toes curl against the sheets.“Mnn…” Adrian moaned, the sound low and rough, almost animal. His breath ghosted over my cheek as he leaned closer, the weight of his body hovering just above mine.My head fell back against the pillow as he worked those fingers inside me with slow, deliberate strokes. He curled them against the top and side walls,

I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at myself like I was about to commit a crime.My pulse was already thudding low between my thighs, steady and insistent. The burgundy silk lingerie clung to my skin, thin enough that my nipples stood out in clear, hard points. I had skipped the panties on purpose the second I stepped out of the shower. Nothing was going to be between me and whatever the hell I was about to do.I grabbed the little bottle of scented oil and started smoothing it on slowly. The smell was warm and a little dangerous. Just how I wanted it.Am I really doing this?I bit my lower lip hard enough to feel it. Seven days. That was all that was left. Seven days until I walked down an aisle and became Mrs. Adrian Vale. A lifetime of careful smiles and caution.Adrian hadn’t even tried to kiss me again after that one awkward disaster months ago. The one where he had cum in his pants from a single kiss and then acted like it never happened. I had spent months tell