Accidental Fuck Novels & Stories

yeah maybe that will help ,I mean you two are crazy about each other " then last night comes back to me of what that little vixen was doing to me I was so hard I fucked my hand three times in one night. She knew what she was doing to me or I must have imagined the whole thing she's a sweet girl. "You spaced out a minute there " should I tell him I adjust my tie " let's say hypothetical a woman accidentally flashed their privates to you , someone younger " wait ,wait let's go back what do you mean flash ,a woman can never flash her pussy accidentally " she had no panties on then opened her legs for me " so this happened?" Hypothetical!! " I snapped at him.

Escaping from being sold to a druglord by my own gumbling, drunkard father, felt like it was the end of my life, the betrayal was deep, but the last thing i imagined when i escaped to hide in Spain was Mitchell Matamoros. The most eligible, handsome, and richest man in town. The most handsome being I've ever laid eyes on. He's my boss, he's brutal, and he's a cold bastard who doesn't do love. The last thing i should have done was to fall in love with him because it almost ruined my life. Now, now i have to run & hide, but nobody runs from Mitchell Matamoros just like that.

I cut her off. I expected her to give me a murdereous glare but her eyes were sad. "Yh. I did. But it was not intentional. I went to a party with some friends and they gave me some stuffs to use, that was how I fell back into my addiction and Jake caught me with someone else in my bed. I didn't mean to sleep with someone else." She sniffed.

Ezra said, trying to control his own groans. “This girl fucks better than anyone I’ve ever been with… Who taught her all this? She acts so cool in public…” Ezra thought to himself. Within minutes, they both came again—loud, shaking, completely spent. They bathed together, washing each other’s bodies, sharing stolen kisses, and finally fell asleep in each other’s arms. The next morning, Janet lay quietly, staring at the ceiling. Her cheeks were warm, red with the memory of the night before. God… I hope he doesn’t think I’m a whore, she thought to herself.

but the next month, “Ah!” Sounds of moaning escaped the speaker, all the tiredness escaped from my features as I looked at the screen in shock, so did the others. So the girl mistakenly spilled water all over her tank top, it stuck to her body, her boobs spilling out of her dress as she tried to cover it up but her protruding nipple caught my eyes as I stared with my mouth ajar. “ Fuck! Titties.” I cursed in a lustful manner, this was so appealing to and adding to the atmosphere was the sound of the two people fucking themselves.

I was in a fucking mess, and I didn't know how to get out of it. If it was simply the fact that I'd accidentally slept with my boss, I could live with that. I mean who doesn't make a stupid mistake every now and then in their lives? I mean so what if I hooked up with one of the Knight twins? It was an honest mistake, and the son of a bitch who I'd actually hooked up with didn't even realize it. I was just another bland, boring face he didn't even remember. So it should be in the past, right?

I sat there for a long moment, the folder on the bed between us, Robbie's betrayal still fresh, Patricia's firing still fresh, every wall I'd spent months building suddenly feeling exhausting to maintain. "There was an accident," I said finally. "Years ago." Rosa went still. "What kind of accident?" "A car accident. Johansson was involved." I pressed both hands against my face, the words coming slower than I wanted, each one costing something. "She was driving. I was the passenger. She was drunk." "Daniel—"

He cursed as his eyes drowned in mine. Was this Malcolm speaking or the alcohol? It was definitely the alcohol. I’ve heard of stories where men got drunk and mistook another woman for the woman they loved. My heart ached at the thought of Malcolm mistaking me for Emery. “Shit. I’m fucked.” He hissed under his breath, his lips landing on mine again. This time, he didn’t just kiss me. His hands roamed all over my body. His hot and sinful hands. I was wearing my pajamas, a top and shorts. And he was wearing just his trousers.

Breaking off this fling with him is going to hurt like a motherfucker, but it's our only option. While wiping my eyes and discarding the tissue, something in the trash can grabs my attention. I gasp as I see a used condom filled with cum. What. The. Fuck? So he fucked me and then had a quickie with someone else before work? I know we're not together, but still. Is he a fucking sex addict or something? Nobody needs that much pussy! My mind races with conflicting emotions, and suddenly it feels like the room is closing in on me. Maybe this is for the best, maybe this is the reality I needed to be able to let him go. I should feel relieved, yet I just feel angry and hurt.

She tried to recall how she ended up in the office apartment, but her memory was hazy. As she lay there, she became aware of the arm draped over her and the hand resting on her breast. Panic surged through her as she realized she had slept with someone, someone she couldn’t even remember. This was completely out of character for her. Blake had been her only sexual partner, and they had been in a committed relationship. “Please god, don’t let this be Blake.”