Amber Deluca Sex Novels & Stories

She held a coffee cup delicately in one hand, her movements poised and calm. Delilah shot a quick look at Helen, who offered a slight shrug. "She came right on time," Helen murmured. Delilah took a steadying breath before approaching Mrs. Doris. She slid into the seat across from her, doing her best to mask her slight embarrassment. Meanwhile, Mrs. Doris removed a card from her bag and placed it on the table. Delilah's gaze dropped to it - her business card, the one with a woman smoking and the bold text "Shh, I Tame Real Men" emblazoned on it.

Adele's P.O.V My mouth were wide open seeing the scene before me. Abella on top of Huxely having sex was one of the most embarrassing things I wish I can erase from my memories but sadly, it would stick. Upon catching them in the act, I could not withstand seeing their naked bodies and so, I closed the door on them and went down stairs to the living room, where Amber was sitting, watching a movie. "You look distressed, anything seems to be the matter?" How could I bring myself to tell Amber about catching Huxely, having sex? I mean it's not that Huxley is her boyfriend or anything of such nature, it didn't feel right for me.

This doesn’t just make me insanely jealous, but I think I underestimated the blonde bombshell. She might have had gold-digging tendencies, but it looks like she doesn’t intend to simply be a trophy wife. Ten points, Amber. “Anyway, I….” something felt weird with me suddenly, as if I’m about to get my period - light cramps and moisture between my legs. I shake my head and am about to stand up when Delilah’s eyes widen and she shrugs off her coat. “Something tells me that Plan B has started working,” she says and gestures to my crotch with her eyes while wrapping her coat around my waist.

"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.”

Daniel, a tall and handsome man with a playful charm, walked beside her in a tailored suit, his strong arm protectively draped around her shoulders. The couple found their seats near the front, settling in with a sense of eagerness and anticipation. Samantha traced her fingers lightly over the embroidered fabric of the chair, absorbing the energy in the air. Daniel leaned in closer, whispering words of encouragement and admiration, his voice a soothing melody in Samantha's ears.

“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.