All Chapters of Unspoken Pleasures : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

No apologies but I desire my friend's wife. And I've never been at peace only to be consumed by the want of her. I met Meryl first but I was a coward not to confess my feelings to her. She was everything a man would ever want, feminine, soft, sweet and tender. When we'd first met in college five years ago, she had occasionally given me some green lights that she was interested in me but being the sort of shy and nervous person that I was, I pushed her towards my bestfriend, Matt. Matt was the lady's guy, jovial, funny and receptive to everyone he encountered. And so, I was sorta pleased that I could witness Meryl being herself around me whenever Matt was around. I was there when they made their relationship official. I was also there when they had a couple of breakups and made up all over again. I was foolish to think that a time would come when Meryl would become mine. I love her so much that it hurt. I didn't think I could ever forgive myself for giving her to my bestfri

I took a step back from the bed, mesmerized by the beauty of her bare body.Her juices sluiced out from her gaping hole, and her eyes suddenly snap open towards me.Her body tilted slightly upwards, the weight of her body resting on her elbows as she watched me.I was consumed by the emotions of the present - not perturbed of the fact that I was having her in her marital bed.I was finally having her, and that was probably all that mattered.Her eyes never steered from me as I started to strip myself bare. We had all the time in the world, I told myself as I shut the face of Matt away from the back of my head.Meryl's eyes bulged when my shaft got released from its hold. She sat up instantly, and I could visibly notice the worry etched on her face."What's wrong?" I towered over her, tilting her chin up."Let's stop now while it's still early," she shuddered at my touch."You see this and you conclude that?" I asked, directing her eyes to my length.Her breath deepened. What Matt la

"A penny for your thoughts?" Lucas swore under his breath, as much he would love to open up his heart to a stranger like an open book, he desperately wanted to be alone. But here he was, drinking a strong liquor from the counter in Highlander's bar, and being scrutinized under the blazing dancing lights. Lucas swirled his eyes to the owner of the voice. His brows twitched as his eyes fell on the older man beside him. The man was darn fine: thick, dark brows, full lips, specks of grey in his neatly trimmed beard, with green eyes to top his handsome features. Lucas felt his stomach tightened, reminding himself for the umpteenth time that he wasn't attracted to men - much less men far older than he was. "A penny definitely wouldn't do the job," Lucas replied. He decided he would just be courteous with the stranger, drown the rest of his liquor and leave Highlander. The stranger's lips spread into a wide smile. Lucas couldn't help but feel mesmerized by his smile. His d

Luckily for Lucas, he was able to arrive at Inklings just before a minute to twelve. On the fifteenth floor, he was directed by a lady dressed in black towards the CEO's office. "You were just in time before I take my leave," Boss cocked a brow when a disheveled Lucas walked in. Lucas was breathing hard, it was obvious that he had been running to catch up with time. His hair, ruffled by the wind and sweats were on his brows. Lucas awkwardly stood still, stunned by the polished office belonging to Boss. A framed picture of a young girl graduating lay on his table. Now, would that be his daughter? "You will begin work today but before that, lock the the door behind you." Lucas pulled his eyes up instantly when he heard that. Lock the door behind him? That only meant one thing. He forced his feet back to the door, and turned the lock. By the time he spurned around, Boss was just an inch close to him. How had he skillfully gotten close to him? And he was absolutely r

Her name was Briana. And she certainly didn't disappoint. She turned up, dressed in a sassy dress - that almost seem transparent and had almost half of her cleavages exposed. And whenever she laughed, the way her boobs bounced made Lucas' dick twitched in his briefs. She seemed like the sort that like to party, and soon she was sipping whiskey with him. "How old are you?" She asked, watching as Lucas' eyes travel occasionally to her breasts. "Why? Do I look so young for you?" Lucas arched a brow. "You're agile," her hands caressed Lucas' biceps as she came closer, "and it's just what I like." Her hands trailed downwards and stopped above his groin. His dick jerked at the slight brush, and she gasped, curl up her lips as she looked up at him. Lucas' stomach tightened as he felt her touch linger. Agile? The word stung at him as he read more meaning into that word. She wanted more from him. "I'm 28," Lucas revealed, "but older and kinky however you want me to," I