Becoming A Hotwife Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Shortly afterwards, I heard her shout and gazed at her. “These rules are just too much Mr. King. How do you expect me to not get close to any man while there are thousands of them in this world?” She complained. “ If you are to pretend to be my wife, you have to refrain from getting seen with any guy. You will be seen as a public figure once I announce you as my wife to the world.” “But this is still too much. I have rules to bind me and you don't? That's not fair.” “I’m paying the money here Miss Andrea, so you go by my rules.”

“Now, Tatiana, my fiancee wants a strip show.” _________

“There is someone I owe and I need you to pay my debt… As rich as you paid the plumber.” I'm still shaky. “Who?” I manage to whisper. “The landlord.” Author’s note: Hey lovelies, just a brief intro. I'm a nurse and work has been so hectic lately, reason for the slow update. I really apologize and I thank everyone who has gifted this book so far. On this note, I want to inform y'all that I will pause this ‘Filthy Cockhold Wife’ for now since I want her to actually fuck every man ML knows. So, I will make her story a series. But in the meantime, let’s enjoy public sex between stepsister and her darkly obsessed stepbrother. Note, this will be DARK!!!

“Last night when you told me your fantasy. About wanting me to fuck you like I hate you. It made me hard all over again, i could not stop thinking about it.” I felt heat between my legs. “It made me wet telling you.” He smiled small. “I could see that. The way your fingers moved, the way you moaned.” I looked down then back up. “I have more fantasies, more things I want.” “Tell me one,” he said. I swallowed. “I want you to pin me down, hold my wrists and fuck me hard while I try to fight but really I want it.” He exhaled slow. “I want that too. I want to hear you beg for my cock, then take it anyway.”

The cool air kissed my skin as he slowly unzipped my dress, his fingers trailing softly down my spine. I shivered beneath his touch, anticipation building as he pressed his body against mine, his lips finding mine once more. Every touch felt electric, every kiss igniting something deep within me that I hadn’t felt in years. That night, under the soft glow of candlelight, we became one again—this time as husband and wife, bound by love, trust, and a promise of forever.

His masculine scent and hotness intoxicated her as she closed her eyes and kissed the side of his neck. Samanvay let out a small yet deep laugh feeling her eagerness. So the stuff he read on the internet was right, Pregnancy does make women horny. Manya broke their hug and looked into his eyes. “What?” Samanvay shook his head. His eyes twinkled as he drank in her beautiful features.

"So you're telling me that after that hot kiss performance yesterday, nothing else happened?" "Yes. Right. That's what I'm telling you." Cilla cocked an eyebrow. "Even after spending the day holding hands?" Pepper glared at her. "I see Gossip Central has been at it again." "But isn't that what you want? It gets your folks off your back and makes your little fairy tale plausible, right?" She tilted her head. "It is nothing more than a fairy tale, right, Pepper?" "Of course. Can you help me fold napkins?"

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I muttered to myself, drinking from my cup. "Which of the bastards?" A lady walked towards me. "Hey" I smirked, checking her out. Her big boobs, perfect curves and huge butt. 'Damn, doggy style would be perfect' I thought. 'No, I already risked the relationship between my wife and I, I can't do it again' "A friend of mine" I replied. "Ouch, that sucks" she pouted, taking the vacant seat beside me. "So, how many bastards are on Earth?" I said, trying to start a conversation.

“Yes after some years we got married, our parents had arranged the marriage and we couldn’t escape from it . The good thing was that we continued to build our love and then I gave birth to your mother and she was the biggest disappointment ever in our life. Sometimes, I feel that God was punishing me for abandoning my son” Old Madam Walker broke up in tears and she couldn’t continue any more so it was upon Old Mr. Walker to tell the rest of the story. “After we got married, I got to know the family who adopted him. I made a deal with them to never reveal the secret. In exchange I opened a big company for them, they agreed because they could not have a child of their own. I have been followin