MasukArthur Carly has always been beautiful. But in bed, she was ethereal. Round ass, long legs, the sweetest pussy, firm and perky breasts. It wasn’t big yet not small. But perfect, just like my sweet Carly. She doesn't hesitate to follow my command as she climbs the chair, her back facing me as she goes on her knees, her hands placed on the chair. The sight of her pussy bared, her juice staining the white panties sent a wave to my already hard dick, tightened, wanting to be released. But I needed to be patient. It wasn't always about having sex with Carly, it was about devouring her slowly, tasting every inch of her sweetness while she fell apart in my arms. Something I don't do with my past sex partners. It was always about pushing my cock into them with a fast need to release, rather than caring about how they feel. “Do you know how you look right now, Carly?” I asked, turning fully towards her, my eyes fixed on her pussy. “No,” Her voice shivered, just as I like it. It means she
CarlyFor the past two minutes, I’ve adjusted myself over and over again. Getting used to the feeling of something being stuck in my hole, and it wasn't just there, but being controlled by Arthur. I took a deep breath, nervous. I’ve already felt how it felt like, it was torture, sweet torture, and the worst was Arthur saying that wasn't all. It goes all the way to the highest. I was nervous, yet in anticipation of what was going to happen. I could only hope I won’t look weird, though Arthur had said I walk perfectly fine. “Oh, Mrs Carly, I was looking for you to say thank you for the great pieces displayed, I’m very much satisfied with mine.” Mr. Johnson commended him, his face telling of his satisfaction as he beamed. Today invitees weren't only rich figures but also those interested in art. While Elizabeth was in charge, I’d sent out my personal invitation. And the pieces Mr Johnson has taken were ones I knew his wife would be happy with. “You don't have to thank me, Mr Johnson
Carly If Arthur had heard everything they said but chose not to say anything, I don't know, considering it was Olivia, he have decided to stay mute. The function went as planned. Soon items from the company were displayed, while people bid. Arthur bought the highest item. He didn't have to, and when I asked him, he gave an animated reply, saying he liked it and that our house could make use of it. I didn't argue with it, after all it was a fine piece. Now, it was the break, and I left Arthur to use the bathroom. Elizabeth had indeed been furious. She had stormed to Raphael after, whose brows drew together as he listened to his dear mother. As for my mother, I couldn't be more glad seeing a woman move towards her, engaging her in pleasant conversation–this I was sure of because of the smile that played on mothers face. Two years ago, I’d ask my mother if there was anything she was truly interested in. I expected something grand, something out of reach that my younger mother could
Carly “Gather everyone,” Her high-pitched voice echoed in the room, drawing everyone to move closer to her. Her attention-seeking self was relieved seeing all eyes on her. Only one person remained fixated on their position and that was my mother. She sat on a table, empty as everyone stood up to pay attention to Elibezeth. Her fingers trailed the glass of wine she slipped on, but her eyes were on Elizabeth.After I was given a second chance at life, my mother had promised to change. And that change had started when she asked the main house to be hers, a reason why her father now lives with Elizabeth. Though that fear of my father was still in her, the pity was gone, the pity that turned her submissive, erased her youth. Her eyes met mine, and she gave a little smile that reached her eyes, that was the change. Six years ago, mother's smile never reached her eyes. I visited her today because I wanted her to be here. Father wanted Elizabeth to play the role of a good mother. She wa
Carly It has been days, rounding to a week since I collapsed on my office floor. It wasn't something new, it happened a lot. Collapsing in random places. My kitchen, the plane, my room, but never in a place so exposed like my office. And this time, I didn't expect it. It always comes when I am overwhelmed with emotions coursing through my veins, so why? Why did it happen now? Everything was fine. I’ve never been happy in the past six years like I’ve been lately, so why? It couldn't be that my body was finding it hard to accept a new emotion right? “What are you thinking of? You are so engrossed in your thought?” Arthur's voice filled my space and I snapped out of my thought, turning to the side to look at him, his damn handsome face. Tonight, Arthur looked extra fine with his midnight hair styled backward, my eyes trailed him down to his fine tailored suit, the pristine white inner layer, adding a striking complement to his look. Looking downward, Arthur’s hand covered mine,
GinaRage, anger at being insulted by his actions.Anger to see how quickly he was at moving on. Anger of making me miserable, anger of the lazy look he was giving me, as he stared straight at me, no emotions, no pain of regret etched on his face, like I didn't matter, like it was just a play to him. Anger at feeling stupid, foolish that my heart still beat so fast as he watched me. That my gaze still flickers to his open chest. That my body still itched, my pussy still throbbed with how his sit, his legs spreading apart. Anger at my body, still reacting to him, wanting to jump him. And that overwhelming anger pushed my feet to stand in front of him, raising my hands and I slapped him. Loud. The sounds echoed in the room, as I felt my tears drop on my cheeks. Yet, Liam held no expression, nothing, not even one of anger. “I hate you so much.” My voice lowered, not intended. God, I wanted to shout out to him, but I couldn't. My tight throat won’t let me.“I hate you so much, tha







