Amber Deluca Sex Novels & Stories

"And what is this advertisement for?" "It's a Women's attire and lingerie advertisement," Max smiled. "Well, who is the model? I am sure you are not the one," Delucia added, making me cringe. Max chuckled as they looked at me and I gave them a disgusted smile. "No, I am not. I am not as beautiful as Miss Aurora." I extended her photo from the file and Delucia's eyes widened. "Wow, she is a beauty." Max agreed. Yeah, she is a beautiful girl, and I am not that was the whole conversation about,

Amber offered and that made him smile sexily. “Well, there is a particular flavor that I want.” Amber was waiting for him to say the flavor but he didn’t say anything at all. Instead, he carried her bridal style and immediately deposited her to their bed. “Now, this is the flavor that I have been craving for.” Whatever Amber had to say was drowned with her moans right after Devlin hungrily sucked her soft mound. “You are so delicious, babe. I just can’t get enough of you.” He looked at her face whose lustful eyes made him all the more hot.

he held the door open for her. “As if. I once watched Ercole cut a man’s penis off and then his balls because he opted to go fuck a hooker instead of meeting Ercole at his designated meeting time.” The words were overheard by Ambra as they entered the room and Delfina took delight in the fear in Ambra’s expression, “I’m sure dealing with this little bitch has nothing on what I’ve witnessed before.” “Delfina, Mr. Matrone, I don’t know why I’m here. There must be some mistake.”

So I quickly took out my phone and started recording the incident. After sucking on him for a while, Delanxy pulled down her thong and flicked her clit once, eliciting a sexy moan, before she carefully guided his shaft into her wetness and moved with a slow rhythmic motion. They held each other, overwhelmed with pleasure as they both let out pleasure screams until they finally found their peak. The whole incident was about five minutes. So much for a forbidden sex!

"I guess I don't get what you're saying." "I know it's you Amelia! You can cut the act now." Li-lah shook her head in denial. "I'm really not who you're saying I am. I'm Delilah Sanchez." Diego's faith was shaking. Is she really not Amelia? Was he wrong? "You're not Amelia, are you?" "That's what I've been saying. You must have thought I was someone else. Delilah Sanchez is who I am." but... "Mom, Grandma is here." Lia said running over to Li-lah. She was excited.

“Either you want him or you want trouble.” Isla flicked her eyes toward the corner booth where a man sat, untouched by the chaos around him. Matteo DeLuca. White shirt, collar unbuttoned just enough to tease, a glass of whiskey untouched before him. His eyes scanned the room like he owned it. Because, in a way, he did. “I didn’t say I wanted either,” Isla replied. The bartender chuckled. “Then you better stop staring, sweetheart, because a man like that notices everything.”

After dinner, I checked the private account Adrian used for family matters on the study computer. A new post was up. There were no faces in the picture, only a man’s hand fixing a black shawl on a woman’s shoulders. The watch was the Patek Philippe I had bought for Adrian in Milan. The emerald ring on the woman’s hand belonged to the DeLuca family and had always gone to the woman of the house. The caption said, “A family name keeps trouble out. If the city is watching, the performance has to look complete.”

Her mouth was open for my kiss by the time I reached her. I loved the taste of pussy and cum in tandem – the polarities of pure sex, in the beautiful twist of tongues. This particular set of polarities was perfection in human form. We laid together on the chesterfield awhile in the aftermath of orgasm, with me at her back, my arms holding her tight. I breathed in the scent of her coconut hair as we calmed together, and it was a peace I hadn’t known in months. I, Julian Lockley, am a sex addict, who likes the degradation of barely legal girls.

“I just can’t get enough of you. Any idea how to do it again to get relief down there, Mr. Deluca? His hooded amber eyes were roaming on my face, “I know the exact way to do it without hurting you, love. There are many more ways to satisfy it. Give me a chance and let me show you in the room how to do it, Mrs. Deluca.” My heart missed a beat when I heard him saying, Mrs. Deluca. The feeling was ecstatic. “Should we go to the room, Mr. Deluca?” “After you, Mrs. Deluca.”

Hearing her blabbering made my head hurt. I knew Aviva (Delilah) is a good actress and knew how to play her cards so I wasn’t shocked. It wasn’t new news to me. I gave an angry stare to Elizabeth, she better have something mouth watering to give to me. “Emm they had sex!.” She told me nervously like it was an abomination to say the word ‘sex!’ “That’s all?!.” I was eager to know more. She nodded vigorously. Smoke almost popped out of my ears, I could feel my blood boiling.