Novels by GOIN Miracle

After that night, Mr. Crowe started summoning Lauren regularly. He called her during work hours from his private office line. The phone rang on her desk one Tuesday morning. Lauren picked up and heard his deep voice. "My limo at the basement parking. Now." She hung up quickly, her heart racing. She told her team she had a sudden meeting and grabbed her purse. In the elevator down to the basement, her hands shook. The doors opened to the dimly lit parking level. Mr. Crowe's black limo waited with the back door open. She climbed inside. The leather seats felt cool against her thighs. The driver nodded once in the rearview mirror but said nothing. Mr. Crowe sat across from her, already unzipping his pants. His thick cock sprang free, hard and veiny. "Get on it," he ordered. Lauren hiked up her pencil skirt. She wore no panties today because he had told her not to. She straddled his lap facing him. His hands gripped her hips roughly. She lowered herself onto his cock. The thick h

Lauren arrived at Mr. Crowe’s penthouse to drop off important financial documents. Her husband worked for the company, and she sometimes helped with bookkeeping. The elevator opened directly into the massive living room.While waiting for Mr. Crowe, she noticed his laptop was open on the large glass desk. Lauren stepped closer. On the screen were clear photos of her husband stealing money from the company. Images showed him transferring funds, pocketing cash, and signing fake documents. Her stomach dropped. She scrolled down with a shaky hand, heart pounding in her chest.Mr. Crowe walked in and caught her looking. His expensive suit fit his strong frame perfectly. He smiled coldly, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Instead of getting angry, he walked over slowly, his eyes locked on her.“I’ve known about your husband’s embezzlement for weeks,” he said in a deep, calm voice. “Thousands of dollars, and I have gathered enough evidence to send him to prison for a long time

Richard was not finished. He pulled Olivia back onto the bed and positioned her on all fours. She gripped the headboard tightly with both hands. Richard knelt behind her and rubbed his hard cock along her soaked pussy. He pushed inside in one smooth thrust, burying himself deep. Olivia moaned loudly at the sudden fullness.He fucked her from behind with strong, steady strokes. Each thrust made her breasts swing and her body rock forward. Her fingers tightened on the wooden headboard. The slap of his hips against her ass echoed through the room. Richard gripped her hips hard and pulled her back onto his cock with every movement.“Feel that?” he growled. “This is how a real man fucks.” He reached around and rubbed her clit while pounding into her. Olivia’s moans grew louder. Her pussy clenched around his thick shaft and sweat already coated her back. Richard leaned forward, his chest against her back, and whispered in her ear. “You belong to me now. Every time you look at my son

Olivia couldn’t sleep. Tomorrow happens to be her wedding day, but instead of feeling excited, she felt nervous and restless. She wore a thin white silk slip and walked quietly through the large family mansion. Her future husband was sleeping in another wing of the house.She went to the bridal suite to check her dress one more time. The room was dimly lit and to her surprise, Richard, her future father-in-law, was sitting on the couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Olivia froze in the doorway. Richard looked at her slowly, his eyes moving over her body. “Can’t sleep, sweetheart?” he asked with a dark smile. Olivia tried to leave, but Richard stood up and closed the door behind her.He started talking about his son and how weak he was in bed. His words were cruel and honest. “He’s never satisfied a woman in his life. He finishes in two minutes and rolls over. You deserve better than that.” Richard said.Olivia felt shocked. Her mouth opened but no words came out. His deep vo