Credence Book Couch Scene Mga Nobela at Kwento

Where the hell she was . I was walking to my room then suddenly I stop on the path . My brows tensed on what I saw . The library was lightened . I slightly opened the door and invade the room . The library was big like a hall . It has thousand of books . Marcus was studious so as I . If not for this mafia business we could be somewhere doing intellect work . My brows relaxed as I saw a tiny woman sleeping on the coach at the cornor . ***** Hey lovelies ! Plz contribute more gems and do review the book .

Cassidy’s POV The couch creaked beneath us, but the sound was swallowed by the city and by the way Dante filled every other sense. The massive floor-to-ceiling windows glowed with the scattered lights of Manhattan, a thousand anonymous lives pulsing below us like distant stars, completely oblivious to the fact that my entire world had narrowed to the man buried deep between my thighs. His cock throbbed inside me, hot and unyielding, every subtle shift of his hips sending ripples of pleasure through my core. The leather cushions stuck to my sweat-slicked skin, cool against the heat we were generating, and the faint scent of our earlier arousal lingered in the air—musky, intoxicating, mixed wi

We saw her walk to the door. “If you both want to have sex here, then I don’t care! I don’t have a place here anyway.” She left and we stayed fucking on the couch fucking like rabbits. Trying every position in the Kama sutra book. With a book I had just finished on fellatio, I finished him off, making sure he committed that to memory and never had to bother Ambrose again. Little did we know, she stayed by the door all this while – silently crying tears.

I patched myself on the wall and slowly stuck out my head to get a peek and confirm that indeed the action I was suspecting was taking place was the cause of all this noise. Much to my horror, I was right. I should have looked away the second I laid eyes on the unholy scene, but I couldn't. Mr Blackwood had a tall brunette bent over the couch and he was plowing into her like an animal from behind. I couldn't get over the rapid thrusts and the way his butt clenched as he jerked his hips. The woman's moans were only getting louder and she was desperately clawing at the couch's body like she was nearing a mind- numbing, toe curling orgasm. I wondered how her slender frame was able to handle suc

“Actually, would it be alright if I stay in your room for the night? Just tonight! I can sleep on the floor or on the couch— I don’t mind! I just really don’t want to see those assholes when we return to our room...” To my surprise, Desiree barked a laugh. “On the floor or couch? Dummy! Craige won’t let you sleep anywhere else except the bed. This man is an idiot, but he’s a gentleman who respects women.” Craige actually blushed a little at Desiree’s words, though he tried to appear unaffected with it by waving it off. “That’s just my mother’s influence, but I do appreciate it, Desiree. I have no idea you think so highly of me.”

The mattress dipped under his weight, his warmth instantly surrounding me. He shifted onto his side, facing me silently. His eyes pinned me in place and I felt like the intensity of his gaze was going to make me melt. He was still angry. I could see it in his eyes. How could I make him believe me? What could I possibly say that'd make him believe me? Maybe it was time to confess that Matthew and I had a past. But what if that made things worse? He already thought Matthew's attempted kiss was a real one. Then, his hand brushed against mine under the sheets. The simple touch sent goosebumps racing up my arm.

His gaze trails down my naked body and back up again, his expression shifting from confusion to something harder, more guarded. "What happened here?" he asks, wincing as he touches the back of his head and struggles to his feet. The air is thick with tension as we both grapple with the unsettling reality of our predicament. The realization hits me like a freight train—I've lost my virginity to Alpha Alexander, and the evidence of our encounter is smeared with blood on the couch where he lay. The throbbing ache between my thighs serves as a painful reminder of what transpired. As Alpha Alexander's eyes narrow in on the bloodstained couch, a primal growl rips from his throat, sending shivers d

Cara slipped off her dress and stood naked in full view of the deputy. Only Bohdan could see what was going on from the cells, his cell was against an adjacent wall. Rancid and Isaac were on the same side as Cara and Ashley. The deputy signaled for Cara to assume the position and she did backing up to the bars and pressing her smooth round buttocks between them. “Bend over bitch, and grab your ankles, this is going to be fun,” the deputy said. Cara looked over to Bohdan who was watching, sitting on his bench.

His voice was a soft rumble in the quiet space. I shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.” Caden walked over and plucked the book from my hands, snapping it shut. “Because of me?” I scoffed. “You wish.” His grin widened as he tossed the book onto the coffee table and sank onto the couch beside me, his thigh pressing against mine. He stretched an arm across the back of the couch, trapping me in the space between him and the cushions. My breath hitched when he leaned in, his face inches from mine.

The tension was palpable and everyone besides Cynthia sat with a confused and concerned look on their faces. “There is really no need for drama, Mr Trent,” Cynthia returned calmly, mocking the violent outburst of the ceo. Without wasting any more time, she reached for her bag and pulled out her phone. Then with a single tap on her screen, a video began to play on the screen. And expected, it had been a video of Ms Cross and Mr Trent being intimate in a hotel room. Gasps erupted around the room, and it wasn't long before Ms Cross collapsed to the floor. I glared at Cynthia, but she only replied to the surprise on my face with a smile, one that had me more worried than relieved.