LOGIN“I’m so close, baby. Fuck, I’m coming.” “Come for me, baby. I’m so damn ready to explode too.” And she does, her pussy’s warm walls clamp all around me, and that’s exactly the amount of pressure I need to blow my load. Before I know it, we’re both howling with intense—almost blinding—pleasure. Our
“Sit on my face,” I tell her, and feel her eyes on me. “Just take off your panties and sit on my face. Let me eat you, baby.” “Vector—are you sure?” “Damn fucking sure, Liz. Just come up here and sit, and don’t you dare to take that dress off.” I want to smother myself in that gorgeous wedding dre
She frowns, glaring at me. “I told you to stop doing that. You’re gonna hurt yourself someday.” “I don’t fucking care if I get hurt while loving you. I don’t think I would ever regret that kind of pain.” She continues to glare, apparently not convinced. She shifts and starts to get up, but I’m stu
[VECTOR] I never thought this day would ever come. Not before I met Lizzy Jones. It’s all been a whirlwind, my life, that is. From the day I was born to the day I lost everything, I lived a greater part of my life in absolute fear. Fear of not being trusted, fear of not being enough, fear of not b
“It’s okay, papa. It’s all going to be okay.” When my gaze locks with Xavier for a brief second, I know I’m not the only one with a raised brow and a speechless expression. When did the kids grow up so fast? I shake my head, pulling Joey to my lap, afraid he would grow up that fast too. I mean, he
However, before she can finish what she has obviously been struggling to say, I wrap my arms around her and hug her tightly. “I know,” I smile through the tears threatening to spill any moment now. “You can stop now, though. I know for a fact that talking that much non-stop has never been your fort
[VECTOR] "Vector, lo sai che non ti tradirò mai." The man spat out—literally spat out, with all the drool sprinkling in the air. I scrunched up my nose in disgust—because how could you not—and sighed deeply into my chest. [Vector, you know I will never betray you.] The truth was, I didn’t know.
“What kind of name is Tim?” I asked, and instantly knew I shouldn't have sounded as if I was going to chop his head off if he didn't offer me a better explanation for having a name like that. But he didn’t seem to have any problem with my snarky attitude, as if somehow he was used to it. Something
I closed my eyes and pushed the door in, opening them only after I was inside and the door crashed quietly behind me. I drew in a much-needed breath, trying to calm down the havoc my frantic heartbeat was causing inside. The way I was sweating and how badly my legs were shaking. The view inside was
Does that mean he’s still mad about what happened six years ago? Was fearing him rational and not just my imagination? There were times when I thought he wouldn’t care less if I left. Who was I to him, after all? We just stayed together in his mansion for a bit, and had sex that I encouraged just a







