Accidental Fuck Novels & Stories

Drunk sex? He has just fucked himself up. Again.

A random act of violence. Fuck that.

"I will say sorry over and over again until you understand it was an accident. My phone slipped, and I bent over to pick it up. I wasn't expecting my face to be against your waist or end up sitting on you..." " It was just an accident; I know a man of your calibre must be a monster in bed, especially with that size, but I have no intentions of knowing, and please, let's just forget this and move on. I promise not to tell a soul of today's incident. Your girlfriend Jessica will never know." I rambled on, instead of helping the situation.

He said and it warmed my heart until he winked making me realise what he meant. "Go eat shit!" I shouted at him. "What did I do" "Get out, get out" I started throwing pillow at him that he had to run away from my presences. I exhaled as I was alone, I can remember a lot of girls complaining how their first times leaves them limping some even for days, but I don't feel much pain, if am being honest I don't mind doing it again now, but knowing the devil he will call me a nymph.

He replied, without caring to filter his words. "Excuse me?" Perry said, staring at him with raised eyebrows. "If you and your girl want to fuck, just do it without disturbing your next door neighbor, who's me!" Tyler replied and shrugged. It was then realization hit Perry. Tyler had heard Autumn's moans last night when they were fucking, because their rooms were next to each other. "Fuck," he said, feeling embarrassed. He immediately picked a sliced bread on the table and stuffed it in his brother's mouth.

She knew that he would definitely be rich but she didn't think he would be this wealthy. She scrolls further, regretting the choice almost immediately. She paused as she noticed something alarming on the screen. Her eyes widen in alarm. “No, no no, this can’t be happening to me.” She muttered to herself. She clinks on a link that shows a series of pictures showing her with Sebastian in a bed. They were both asleep and she was wrapped in his arms, her face facing the camera. They were both naked and the only reason her nudity wasn’t visible was because a blanket covered both their modesty.

“And I mean everything, Maria. Don’t skip a single heartbeat.” Maria groaned dramatically and flopped beside me. “Do I have to?” “Do birds fly?” I shot back. “Yes, you absolutely have to. Spill the tea, pour the juice, uncork the wine...whatever you want to call it. Just spill it.” She let out a sigh and rubbed her temples. “Okay, okay. It started three days after that whole accusatory incident.” I gasped. “Three days? That’s like microwave-speed romance. Don’t tell me you caught feelings from a trauma bond.”

“It was an accident. A stupid night that got out of control.” “And now it’s a contract,” he said simply. “One that can save both of us.” I opened my mouth to argue but stopped. Because somewhere deep down, I knew he wasn’t wrong. If pretending to be his husband could solve his corporate disaster and keep me from drowning in hospital bills… maybe it wasn’t the worst deal in the world. But it still hurt to hear him talk about it like a transaction. Like I was just another number in his perfectly organized life. “Fine,” I muttered, grabbing the apple again. “I’ll play along. For now.”

* She instantly seized her arms, slowly yet gently apologizing to her. "Darling, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't mention that rascal in front of you. He's a bitch. Gosh, he will suffer the same, I swear. God keeps track of all his sins. I wish his girlfriend cheated on him. Then he will feel your pain." "Don't say that, Camilla. We shouldn't think immoral for anyone, not even for him. Besides, I have already moved on. I don't care about him or our past anymore."

A lot of sour emotions at once. Fuck...