Novel & Cerita Downton Abbey Ao3

Maddox I watched him, my cock still throbbing, thick and heavy with the satisfaction of having utterly claimed him. Hayden’s tight, slick asshole was still slick with my cum, little rivulets weeping from the depths I’d just filled. The sheer sight of him, bent over the desk, a testament to my power, was intoxicating. He was practically drowning in my seed, so much so that it was already cascading down his thighs, pooling on the polished tiled floor beneath him.

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

Everything has to be blood-laced for these aristocrats. "One of your plans is working. I wonder what will happen next," Aiden said as he put the letter on the desk before he went to kiss his wife's neck. Arabella was sighing as she was angling for his kisses on her exposed skin. Arabella was putting on her chemise as she was getting ready for bed. Aiden was whispering something naughty in her ear as she was smirking while gripping his hair. "I think I want to have you to myself now," Aiden said huskily before Arabella was closing her eyes.

I don’t fucking pretend to be in love with someone for two years while I’m fucking the twin behind her back. Well, on the plus side, at least I knew that he’d never touched her. Not the way I wanted to touch her. And for that… he would live. Suffer, but live. Like the pathetic fuck he was. “Mr. Ashford, sir,” he bowed his head slightly, completely unaware of the storm he’d just wandered into. Completely unaware that the woman he’d humiliated was now comfortably in my home. That I’d watched her fall apart in my arms.

'Since you insulted my girlfriend just now, then I'm going to insult you in front of your date in return,' Aaron murmured his wicked plan inwardly. "Axel, I suggest that you just cancel this date. It's not worth your time to waste it on some cheap woman like her," Aaron deliberately pointed his hand towards Abigail. "Cheap woman? How dare you? How am I cheap? I'm the daughter of the Shaw, one of the noble families in this country," Abigail proudly praised herself for being born as a Shaw.

Anna Dawn smiled and walked over, lowering her head, wanting to talk to Winter, when she heard footsteps coming from the door, the three of them reflexively raised their heads together. As soon as she saw Anne Jenner walking in with high heels and loose hair, she lowered her head to talk to Betha, her face bright. Anna Dawn was about to speak when she got stuck in her throat, she discovered, once Anne Jenner appeared, all eyes around her were focused on her, and at this time, Anne Jenner was also wearing an open back dress. . There is or is a rope tied, hanging down on the back, but the other back can be seen a rose. . .

Though Aconitum Hall is a castle, it’s way too small when one is aware of one’s mate on a microscopic, metaphysical level. Owen is never far from my thoughts; our connection becomes more and more insistent the longer we stay near but apart, and I’m not the only one feeling it. I can smell his arousal every night as I lie in my bed, and I know he’s doing the same thing I’m doing with my hand beneath the covers. Worse, he knows I’m doing it, and somehow that makes it even hotter. I hate that I think about my cheating husband as hot. “Hey, are you with us?” Hannah asks one afternoon, snapping her fingers in my face.

He rubbed against the damp panties, pressing her swollen folds. Abbey closed her eyes, then forced them open. She removed her hand from Damien and stood, nearly overbalanced, then wobbled on her high heels to the window. If she was going to take this further, she at least wanted to keep some of her dignity. "What are you doing?" Damien asked thickly. She closed the blinds and turned back to him. He looked like a pagan God, sitting naked on the couch, his legs parted, his manhood standing to attention. "The moon's too bright."

******* Annabella and Anthony had been dating for three years now, however, things weren't getting better. As he pumped his d*ck furiously through her welcoming tunnel, she forced her groan, “F*ck me, honey! F–F*ck!” Thinking that was at the edge of ecstasy, he grabbed her hips and punctured her vigorously while rubbing her cl*t with his thumb. After a few thrusting, he jerked his head repeatedly and collapsed on her back, panting heavily like an old generator.

Damon gently lowered Arabella onto the bed, ensuring she was well-supported. As his body pressed against hers, the initial coolness of the sheets was quickly overridden by the scorching heat radiating between them. With each kiss, he worshipped her skin as if it were a sacred canvas, tracing a path of desire and devotion with his lips. Every touch ignited a blazing inferno within Arabella, consuming any lingering sense of unease and replacing it with a fervent longing for more. The fabric of her dress pooled at Arabella's waist. Damon took it off slowly, sliding the dress down until it was off her body. Now, she wore only the black lace lingerie set, her skin radiant against the dark fabric.