Delight Stories Novels & Stories

“It seems like you still don’t know where you stand. Many women are prettier than you and better than you. I won’t need to limit myself to be with you. Six months later, Kaitlyn will give birth, and I’ll marry her. I’ll buy her a bigger and better diamond ring. “I can already envision your future. You’ll be happy with the scammer for a while. You’ll then be alone for the rest of your life after you spend all your money and the scammer runs away.” “Elena, my sister, I have gotten everything that once belonged to you.” “Elena, just wait for Edwards Corporation’s wrath.”

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

The wet, filthy sounds of double penetration echoed loudly through the suite with a heavy slapping, squelching, and also my constant broken cries. The stranger groaned deeply. “Your wet pussy is milking me so hard… this wet pussy of yours is dripping all over with my cum… my cum is running down your pussy every second… omg I love this pussy than anything else… fuck, I’m close… I think I’m going to cum all over this hole again in no time… I love this pussy… fuck… I love how I’m destroying this pussy with my cock… I have my mark on this pussy… this pussy is so good… fuck…”

I would come home from my boring nine-to-five job, sink into my bed, scroll for a while, sleep, and wake up the next day to repeat the same routine. I unlocked my phone and started scrolling through different apps. I had no one to talk to, so I didn’t even bother checking my messages. Then a notification popped up, I bit my lip when I saw it was a p**n link. My fingers hesitated above the screen, my heart began to beat a little faster. My life might be boring, but I couldn’t deny myself of pleasure. I clicked on it and reached for the drawer beside my bed, pulling out the vibrator I had bought weeks ago but barely used. The video started playing and showed two men and a woman. One was betwee

The pain inside me nearly swallowed me whole, but I still forced myself to stay calm and asked softly, "Then is there anything else you want? I'll go get it right now." Leo, however, beat me to it. He reached into his bag and took out an exquisitely packaged box of pastries and handed them to Celina. "I specifically went to buy these for you. They're the flavor you've been into lately. Give them a try?" Celina took the box, a smile spreading across her face. Even her voice became noticeably brighter. "Thank you, Leo. You really do know me well." I walked out of the room feeling deflated. Was this what she meant when she said nothing would change?

Delight gave me a small smile. It’d taken her a few days to get used to calling me by my first name but she seemed to have no problems with it now, even though she rarely said it. “You’re only ten and I’m nearly twice your age, Delight.” I pointed out. “Well, like you already know, my mom is the head maid so she has access to the old library on the ground floor of the mansion, I followed her in there two years ago when the house was to be renovated and that was where I found a pile of books, I packed as much as my little hands could carry and every week, I would return them and take some more. I fell in love with reading ever since then and it’s stuck like a second skin.”

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

Evelyn shudders at the thought, remembering how bad it felt to be in the press after her one-night-stand with Victor. “But then,” Delia continues with a smile. “I think they’re going to love you. I mean, come on, pretty single mom raising his kids? A long-lost love, reunited? Hell, I can’t wait to read the columns, even if I get the story from you first.”

"There are a dozen reporters after your story." He set the glass down and leaned against the desk, crossing his arms. His eyes darkened, something predatory flashing in them. "Because you're different. Persistent. Beautiful. I watched you for weeks, Lena. The way you move, the fire in your eyes when you chase a lead. You intrigue me. And in my world, intrigue has consequences."

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