Novel & Cerita Credence Book Couch Scene

If only for a few hours, I just wanted to pass out somewhere safe. We entered the room when Lucas creaked the door open. It was remarkably undamaged, but the air was musty and stagnant. There was a shabby couch in the middle of the room, its cushions sagging but still functional, and a little fireplace against one wall. As we shut the door behind us, Lucas muttered, "This will do." He went quickly to inspect the windows to make sure we weren't being followed. His movements were quick and precise. With everything finally weighing on me, I collapsed onto the couch. I pressed my trembling palms to my face in an attempt to regulate my breathing.

Night crept in , moonlight shone on the floor of her room from one of the windows , Chelsea laid down on her bed to sleep but as soon as she closed her eyes , snuggled in her blanket . There was a loud thud of someone falling . With an even more louder 'ouch' and then sound of bone cracking filled the room . Author's note: please support my other book a rose dedicated to Alpha Aiden. Its my first time writing an erotica plz let me know how its going

I let my nails scratch nervously at the wax in the deep crevasses that decorated the edge of the desk. “You really want to know?” Vinnie sank in front of the desk with a loud exhale, his arms folded as he sat back in the armchair. His eyes were dark and defiant. I had never seen him this way before, and I wasn’t sure what had caused it. Maybe it was the thought of what Mateo had done to Giovanni, breaking his trust and oath to the Castellano’s.

“What if we did a lunch date Tuesday? We can get the first one out of the way like it’s normal for us to meet for lunch.’ “You have my number now.” She waved to his phone. “Send me a text and I’ll check my calendar to see what time lunch works best on Tuesday.” “Fine.” She started to walk away from him, but he pulled her back. “I don’t trust you.” “Feeling is very much mutual.” He didn’t trust her, but she managed to get his signature, and he hadn’t even read the one-page document. Idiot. She was going to promo the hell out of her book with his perfectly waxed chest on full display. She wondered if she could get a life-sized cutout of him sent to his office on the harbourfront. Even if this

He started going harsher and deeper that the couch swayed as my eyes widened, breath lodged in my throat when Christian stirred. At that moment, my climax washed over me. I twisted in different angles while biting hard on my palm. Slowly he fell asleep back. The cock in my hole jerked and spouted his semen deep into my hole. Then he withdrew his cock and slapped my pussy lightly as though trying to keep the cum from slipping out. My breath grew heavy. Even when I heard his footsteps drifting away, I still could not move. That was crazy! My hand had barely pulled down my dress when I turned.

Chapter 3: Lights, Camera, Surrender The green room still smelled like sex and sweat when the PA knocked—sharp, impatient raps that shattered the hazy afterglow. Jax was still buried inside me, his cock softening but refusing to slip out, thick ropes of his cum slowly leaking down my ass crack onto the leather couch. I clenched around him one last time, milking the last drop, then tapped his shoulder. “Showtime, newbie,” I whispered, voice hoarse from screaming his name. “They’re ready for us.”

He would stride out before going in slowly. This moment continued till they slowly fell asleep and disengaged from each other. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please do check my new book "Contracted To The Mafia Brothers(18+)"

"I want to set up the camera. I want to direct you. I want to watch it back and see exactly what you did to me." I felt him harden against my thigh. "Oh yeah?" His voice dropped, to that familiar husky quality that made my stomach clench. "Mm-hmm." I sat up, straddling him, the sheet falling away between us. I was already wet, already aching. “I have a scene in mind." "Tell me." I leaned forward, my hands flat on his chest. "We role play.” “Well, a student, desperate for extra credit. She goes to her lecturer's office after hours."

After all, the couch has seen more action than our bed lately, no sense in not keeping the necessities at hand. Jazz grins at me briefly when he sees my hunt has been successful, but when he tries to turn over I just lean into him, pinning him with my weight so that he has to stay on his back. Confusion remains on his face as he watches me squirt lube onto my palm, but he doesn't resist when I grab his cock and stroke it a few times, then nudge his right leg up towards the backrest of the couch so that I can reach his

A large, plush couch sat in the center of the room, facing a small fireplace that crackled with a low, inviting flame. "Wow," Chad breathed, taking in the intimate, homey atmosphere. "This is amazing." Cassandra beamed, delighted by his reaction. "I'm so glad you like it," she said, crossing over to a small bar cart in the corner. "Can I get you a drink?" Chad nodded, sinking down onto the couch with a contented sigh. "That would be perfect." Cassandra mixed up two cocktails - a dirty martini for herself and a whiskey neat for Chad. She handed him his glass, curling up beside him on the couch as she sipped hers.