Novel & Cerita Author 50 Shades

CLEANING BREAK TURNS KINKY I never expected my Tuesday morning cleaning shift at Mr. Voss’s mansion to end with me bent over the kitchen island getting fucked by my billionaire boss. I was just Edwin, the 24-year-old cleaner who showed up five days a week in my gray uniform polo and black shorts, earbuds in, trying to stay invisible while polishing marble and scrubbing floors that cost more than my entire year’s rent.

"The last door was white with blood splattered all over it. I could just be the design but where ever I am, it could be anything." A knock interrupts me from the other side. The door slightly opens as a hand appears wrapping around the edge of the door frame and pushing the door open slightly. I can see what appears to be the top of something's head appear to peek in on me, we make eye contact as it quickly pulls away slamming the door shut.

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Chapter 5 It's written by Author brainac or Author emmanuel oriaku No part of this my hand work should be copied, Always shows appreciation By liking and commenting, thanks you all Chapter 5 Steve ignored the knock As he continued to enjoy the fuck The door flight opened, A lady with a tray entered, I stopped the fuck when I saw how beautiful she was , " who is she !!!!!!????", I asked, She looked up And saw us fucking The Tray and it's container Flight up and fall on the floor , she ran out, I was furious, I stood up

' _______ KircheLeaf Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere _______ ~ END of CHAPTER FORTY- FIVE ~

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama FIFTEEN "Are you sure you are okay?"Emily asks and everyone attention were on me making it feels more awkward. "Yeah I'm totally fine"I tried to act cool. And just then, he pushed his whole finger into me. I gripped the bottom of the table, beneath the oversized table covering, painfully tightly. My knuckles were probably white as he moved in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace, making me grip tighter.

Sloane swept the portfolio off the table and sent it crashing to the floor. "She is using a pretty booklet to trick you. When the actual wedding day comes, it will look nothing like this." The mood in the room shifted. "Laurel, if I had not come with Gemma today, nobody would have ever found out what you are doing behind their backs," Sloane continued. "I am in the wedding business too, but the rate I give my friends is the real deal. Only 500 dollars. Unlike you, I do not make money off the people I care about."

The vein in his forehead is visible because he seems so angry with his friend, and that's right. “June.” “Damon.” she replies. There is an exchange of glances between the two and I place my hand on my forehead. I'm in the middle of a bad trip. “Is this a hidden camera?” I ask before starting to laugh nervously. “Ah no, not at all, she smiles, Sasha, here is your new boss!” “JUNE!.” “It's like 50 Shades of Grey,but better.” she adds while typing her hands. I'm having a stroke, someone please help me. Damon glares at his friend while she seems happy with the act she has just done while I just look at them without saying a word.

one of them who seemed to be their leader called with a sly smirk, as he could see right through me. He was a tall blond with a crew cut and rock-hard abs that rippled under his tank top. He gripped the base of his shaft hard, giving it a slow pump that made the head swell purple and leak a fat drop of precum. “You know what to do,” he said.

The last thing I heard is ‘Good’ and my boss only says that when he wants to get over with the paperwork… ‘Crap!’ Quite confused, I walk over to the round mahogany desk, one hand holds the document, and the other tucks in my dress… My eyes fly open when the hem of it swipes my protruding horny clit like a chip on an ATM! I freeze. The jolts of electricity that swoosh through me are quite intense and I dare not act stupid. ‘First step, Joan.’ I try to put myself at ease. ‘Pull your shirt up a little…’