Semua Bab Her Sweetest Mistake [Dark Erotica]: Bab 111 - Bab 120

“Hey,” the voice greeted from his end.“What is it, Thomas?” Noah asked, his resonant low voice laced with subtle anger. “Why are you calling this early? What's the matter?”“Whoa, hello to you too. Why have you not been answering my calls?” Thomas fired back.“Busy. I was um…busy.” Noah chimed in.“Your wife wants to see me,” Thomas said, his voice low and calm.“Brenda wants to see you?” Noah asked rhetorically and let out a low cynical chuckle. “Concerning the divorce.”“I thought as much,” Noah whispered. “Why are you telling me? You know I'm not scared of any new trick she has up her sleeves.”“Figured you should know. As your lawyer and best pal.”Noah sighed deeply into the phone, “Thank you, Thomas.”“My pleasure,” Thomas replied. “Go back to sleep. Surely, you have a long day ahead. “You know me too well. Goodbye, my friend.”Thomas hung up, and Noah dropped his phone on the table. His eyes swept across the room to face the beautiful redhead sleeping peacefully. He ran hi

“Yes!! Thomas…pound harder. Don't stop,” Brenda’s hands held Thomas's waist, pushing him down as he thruster in and out of her. “Does Noah fuck you like I do?” Thomas grunts, grabbing her ass roughly. “Answer me, B. Does he make love to you better than I do?” He thrust deep into her, hitting the G-spot. She let out a loud moan.“No…nobody fucks me better than you do,” she moans into his ears, kissing and nibbling at it. “Why don't you want to divorce him?” Thomas kept thrusting, his eyes on the beautiful woman beneath him. The woman he has always admired, they were childhood sweethearts until she claimed to have met her soulmate, his best friend, Noah.“Huh?” Brenda flipped Thomas over, he was beneath her now. Her arched hips bucked in and out as she took his cock. “I want to. But I need his money. For us.”Thomas's gaze moved from her juicy bobbing breast hovering above his face, to her face. “Us? Baby, you know I'm financially stable to support us.” “Alright. I need a piece of hi

Isla's legs wobbled as she walked into the bathroom, her hands clenching loosely on the wet towel that was wrapped around her body. Noah watched as she staggered to the bathroom, he felt the urge to help but it wasn't in his place to help his clumsy secretary. Gently, Isla closed the door to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She began to peel off her dress that stuck to her body. As she tried to walk into the empty tub, she tripped on her heel, straining her ankle as her body fell to the ground with a loud thud. The sound startled Noah who was now on his laptop working. He gently removed his eyeglasses as his eyes moved to the bathroom door. He sat down waiting for the next sound to assure him that she was fine but there was nothing. Slowly, he stood up from the desk, his feet padded softly on the ground towards the door. When he got to it, he knocked on it gently but there was still no sound, just the sound of the running shower. “Isla?” he called out, his voice rising from

The tension in the atmosphere hung above the room like a thick blanket, eyes met and averted to one another. Thomas sat in disarray, he had opened his mouth to speak a couple of times but no words were formed. He ran his fingers into his hair in frustration. Ryan kept glancing back and forth between Brenda and Thomas. He had a mischievous expression on his face while Brenda’s was filled with a mix of fear and guilt. “How could you do this?” Thomas stuttered, finally finding his words.A sharp cynical chuckle cut through the thick blanket of silence as Thomas’ low voice didn't do much. Brenda turned sharply to face Ryan while Thomas watched in horror as the young man laughed at him. Ryan stopped laughing, “I'm pretty sure everybody in this room has grown past that question. “How could you?” I…” he burst into laughter again but this time it was low and mocking. He glanced back and forth between Brenda and Thomas who both stared at him in horror. “I am quite surprised that you're mad.

He walked with her to the bed and laid her in it gently, still kissing her. Slowly, Noah pulled away and glanced at her face briefly before lowering his head to her cunt. He flicked her hardened clit with his finger earning a sharp moan from Isla. At a slow and steady pace, he slid two fingers into her throbbing entrance while his thumb remained on her clit. As he thrust, he rubbed. Isla leaned her head back on the pillow, moaning softly as the pleasure spread through her body. This was new for her. No man has ever touched her vagina except her hands. Jackson has never touched her passionately, he only wants to fuck her without foreplay. Images of him licking a girl’s cunt surfaced in her head but she couldn't let the rage rise within her. So she decided to focus on whatever Noah was doing. Noah’s hand reached for her breasts and began massaging ferociously. Soon the room was filled with Isla’s moans. She arched into his lips while using her hand to hold down his head at her cunt