Novels by smilewrites001

‎Bang!‎‎My bedroom door swung open, making me jump.‎‎"I'm back!" Christie squealed, her voice bursting with her usual high energy. "Whenever you're done looking tired, get downstairs! Dad and Arthur are already at the breakfast table."‎‎"Yeah... yeah... I'll be down in ten," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.‎‎The moment Christie left, I took a quick shower and slipped into a short sun dress leaving my panties off, exactly as Charles had commanded.‎‎Downstairs, the dining room was alive with the smell of fresh coffee and the clinking of plates. I greeted my dad with a peck on the cheek before sitting down in the empty chair right beside Charles.‎‎The moment I settled in, Charles’s hand slid under the tablecloth. His broad palm glided up my bare thigh, his long fingers finding my wet pussy and slipping right inside. I gasped quietly, taking a fast sip of water to cover my expression as I opened my knees an inch wider under the table.‎‎Charles didn't say a word. He kept eating hi

‎Bang! ‎ ‎My bedroom door swung open, making me jump. ‎ ‎"I'm back!" Christie squealed, her voice bursting with her usual high energy. "Whenever you're done looking tired, get downstairs! Dad and Arthur are already at the breakfast table." ‎ ‎"Yeah... yeah... I'll be down in ten," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. ‎ ‎The moment Christie left, I took a quick shower and slipped into a short sun dress leaving my panties off, exactly as Charles had commanded. ‎ ‎Downstairs, the dining room was alive with the smell of fresh coffee and the clinking of plates. I greeted my dad with a peck on the cheek before sitting down in the empty chair right beside Charles. ‎ ‎The moment I settled in, Charles’s hand slid under the tablecloth. His broad palm glided up my bare thigh, his long fingers finding my wet pussy and slipping right inside. I gasped quietly, taking a fast sip of water to cover my expression as I opened my knees an inch wider under the table. ‎ ‎Charles didn't say a word. He

‎My stomach slammed against the cold marble sink as I was bent forward, my eyes locked onto his reflection in the mirror as he unbuckled his belt without a second's hesitation. ‎ ‎I bit my lower lip, taking in his muscular frame standing behind me. Fuck, I loved how rough he could be. ‎ ‎Before I could even catch my breath, Charles drove his massive, rock-hard cock deep inside me in one swift, heavy stroke. ‎ ‎"Argh!" I gasped, clamping my hand over my mouth to suppress a scream as he began pounding into me at a punishing pace. ‎ ‎He gathered my hair in his fist, pulling my head back so I was forced to stare straight into the mirror. He smashed into me from behind, his hips driving relentlessly against mine, pushing deeper with every thrust. ‎ ‎"Mmmhh... Daddy, you're so good..." I whimpered, my thighs trembling under the friction. ‎ ‎Charles tightened his grip on my hair, leaning down until his dark eyes met mine in the glass, his voice dropping to a low growl against my

‎Bang! ‎ ‎My bedroom door swung open, making me jump. ‎ ‎"I'm back!" Christie squealed, her voice bursting with her usual high energy. "Whenever you're done looking tired, get downstairs! Dad and Arthur are already at the breakfast table." ‎ ‎"Yeah... yeah... I'll be down in ten," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. ‎ ‎The moment Christie left, I took a quick shower and slipped into a short sun dress leaving my panties off, exactly as Charles had commanded. ‎ ‎Downstairs, the dining room was alive with the smell of fresh coffee and the clinking of plates. I greeted my dad with a peck on the cheek before sitting down in the empty chair right beside Charles. ‎ ‎The moment I settled in, Charles’s hand slid under the tablecloth. His broad palm glided up my bare thigh, his long fingers finding my wet pussy and slipping right inside. I gasped quietly, taking a fast sip of water to cover my expression as I opened my knees an inch wider under the table. ‎ ‎Charles didn't say a word. He

‎My eyes rolled back in pure pleasure, Charles’s broad palm still covering my mouth to stifle my moans as he pounded into me, my legs still spreaded wide. ‎Click. Jiggle. ‎The door handle twisted sharply again. ‎"Maya? Is the door locked?" my father’s voice came calling from the quiet hallway. ‎Charles slowly pulled his thick cock out of my soaking wet core. I scrambled off the bed, grabbing a robe and wrapping it tightly around myself in one swift motion. I rushed to the door, opening it just a tiny crack, using my body to completely block my father’s view of the bedroom, where Charles was lying naked on my bed with a smirk. ‎"Are you alright? It took you a while to open the door," my dad asked, his face lined with concern. ‎"Um... yeah, I'm fine. I was just in a deep sleep and didn't hear you knock at first," I lied smoothly, running a hand through my messy hair. ‎I clamped my thighs tightly together. A hot trickle of Charles's cum was slowly sliding down my inner thig

‎My father burst out laughing, raising his glass toward Charles. "Well, as long as she isn't bothering you, Charles, I'm glad she has a safe place. I really appreciate it." ‎ ‎He turned his eyes toward me. "Maya, what do you think?" ‎ ‎"Um... I... I would prefer to stay here," I murmured, my face flushing. ‎ ‎My gaze kept drifting down to Charles’s hands, his thick, veiny forearms exposed by his rolled-up sleeves as he held his cutlery. I couldn't stop thinking about what those fingers had done to me in the hotel room. Heat pooled between my thighs, soaking my underwear. ‎I couldn't take my eyes off him. ‎Charles shifted his gaze, catching me staring red-handed. I quickly looked down, taking a long gulp of my wine, but from the corner of my eye, I saw the dark, devilish smirk playing on his lips. ‎ ‎After dinner, I took a long shower and collapsed onto my bed. I texted Christie to let her know I was back at the estate, then tossed my phone onto the nightstand. ‎ ‎I couldn'