YES SIR; Forbidden Love Of Mine のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

CRYSTAL POV"So let me get this straight..." Anna mused while shifting into a much more comfortable position on the grey L-shaped velvet couch,"He left aaaaaalll of this for you?" He gestured to the space around us with a benignant wave of her manicured hand, her amber eyes snapped wide at me. I sighed heavily before rolling onto my stomach, laying my head on the white fur cushion, and nodded. "And his cars?" She continued, chewing on that gum like she was punishing it for some deadly sin. "Yahp." I deadpanned, "And he paid the cubbies tuition throughout middle school, all the way till high school." I wish she could just get to the point and stop trying to spell out every little thing Duncan did for me. I was already guilty enough, and I didn't need her to gage everything up and shove it down my throat. It was all bitter enough. "Do you still think you should keep the whole pregnancy thing from him?" She puffed some air through the hard thing, causing it to form a bubble in fro

DUNCAN POVI was right!She did ruin me for all the women on this planet.My cock literally let out a loud yawn of boredom despite being halfway down a very tight and slippery throat. I could feel the muscles of the passage contracting and relaxing, trying to build up that toe-curling, mind-tingling sensation that always had my head falling back.My expression was more than jaded as I watched the little submissive dressed in red leather vaginal flosses grin at me as she pulled me out of her mouth, saliva drizzling down her chin as she attempted to make me hard. She batted her eyes at me -a challenge wrapped in seduction as she took in my very limp manhood- before licking me from base to the tip of my cock, her little sneaky hands working on my ball sacs trying to get some reaction from me. But there was no use. Really. She was a beautiful woman, yes, and I could feel the vibrations from her that she did aim to please. She put my pleasure before hers, and she wasn't going to give in un

CRYSTAL POV I was such a mess.A beautiful disaster wrapped in a red satin gown that clung to my body like the second skin. It was a long bundle of woven fibers and neatly perfected threads that stretched all the way down to sweep the ground around my feet, a seductive yet classic slit cutting from my mid-thigh and down to the lower hem of it. The bodice was tight around my breast, tight enough to pull them together in cramped globes creating those heaps of raw enticement. It was carved neatly and carefully to sheath me fully, yet left room for the now visible bump that was hanging proudly on my front.I would have ignorantly discarded it off as just another dress I had in my closet, but the material of this one made it different. It felt like I was wearing a dream; a red, fiery, and enchanting fantasy that resided in the innermost levels of my soul. I have never been attached to a dress the way I was with this one.A red lipstick on my lips, Smokey eyes to go with the look…I was the

DUNCAN POV The cacophony of cheers and vigor was like water on my wings as I left the hall with a little somebody in my arms. There was something vibrant that was soaring through my stream from the simple idea of having her walk beside me, her little hand clasped in mine. Although her soft sniffles made me want to punch a hole in the wall, I was just damn glad I found her. Hell, I was glad for many reasons and that was just one of a million. “I’m staying at this hotel,” I informed as we waited for the elevator to come to pick us up from the underground hall to my suite. I have never felt this much gratitude towards somebody before than I did with Dankworth right in this moment.Imagine if he had booked me accommodation some place far from here, and then I had to travel with my little babe all the way there... “When are you leaving?” Her voice was hoarse when she inquired, and before I could brew a quick reply in my head, the silver double doors slipped open in front of us. I hoi

CRYSTAL POVThe world's most unforgettable and indelible moments of history were always tragic. Plain and simple. The world always tends to forget all the good things happening on it but rushes to note down the gut-wrenching happenstances. Hell, the night I broke up with Duncan lived rent-free in my head. Any minute of the day, I just had to close my eyes and see the hurt in his eyes as I handed him his heart, shattered and broken on the platter, while wrestling to keep composure at the expense of my own heart. Watching my parents’ house burn to nothing but cinders and ash had been dismayingly harrowing, knowing that the only tangible memory I had of them was gone, turned into the cradle of nothing was even worst. But that look on Duncan’s face as he looked at me with eyes snapped wide, shock, pain, all the horrible emotions dancing vividly in his eyes… the confusion that has clung onto him, sitting on his tongue as he tried to talk; asking how it all went wrong, That always had m