Novel & Cerita Emily Wickersham Sexy

Something that definitely didn't belong to me too. I pulled it out, my fingers trembling. It was a pair of silk panties. They weren't mine. I didn’t own anything that loud, that intimate, that small. "What is this?" I whispered, my voice cracking. "Whose are these, Damian?" He didn't even flinch. He just leaned against the doorframe and let out a dry, cruel laugh. "Those? Those are yours, Emil. Or maybe you planted them there yourself. You’ve clearly lost your mind. You’re so desperate to be a victim that you're making things up now."

Ella is fidgeting with the hem of her dress, looking back and forth between her sons and the lewd. ‘My Fiance, Sugarcup. Could you not stay away for a minute?’ Juicy…ahem! Quincy immediately smiles as he stands up to receive a hazelnut-head slender vampiress. Emily, for my utmost discomfort, is a drop-dead stunning vampiress who could have walked out of a fashion and skincare magazine cover. Tall, petite, pale, high-bridge nose, big doe eyes, and plump lips—she does not look a day older than twenty-five and a granddaughter figure in the arms of the son of a blood-sucking bitch!

RIVER I will be honest. I didn't think I'd ever be able to function without Anna by my side, but Emily? Man, that girl is all kinds of sexy. Her scent intoxicates me. She's fun, hilarious, curious, energetic, smart. The feel of her body on mine is just as amazing as Anna's. Everything about Emily intrigues me. I want to do everything with her....and to her, if you know what I mean.

Her voice quivers with need as she whispers, "I can do that. It will be hot if you threaten me with what you plan to do to me." Jesus, she's really into it. I lick at her lips. "I'll tell you, if you don't keep quiet, I'll choke you with my cock." "Yes," she breathes, her eyes lighting up from the desire building between us. "I'll tear your clothes off." Emily's tongue darts out, swiping over my jaw. Christ, we're going to fuck each other to death today. "I'll pinch your tits and force myself into your tight wet heat.”

James chuckled, you don't have to tell me if you don't believe me James said slightly. "Okay, everyone knows my story anyways, I don't have to bther hiding it front he world," Emily muttered shrug. "You and everyone in the Specter's mansion must have known who am I...... "Emily said, staring sadly out of the window at the row of trees they passed. "Yeah of course! you're Emily Clark, the girl with a beautiful eyes and charming smiles," replied James cheerfully, Emily snorted, " I sell my womb and I make love to my master, What's the difference between me and a white?" chuckled laughing at herself.

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.

“Everything okay, Amanda?” one of the executives asked, glancing my way. “Y- Yes,” I stammered, forcing a tight smile. Damien finally turned to me, his expression perfectly innocent. “Are you sure? You seem a little… tense.” The bastard. “I’m fine,” I said through gritted teeth, trying not to squirm. “I think-“ My voice faltered as Damien turned the vibrator to its highest setting. A small moan escaped from my lips and I quickly covered my mouth, my eyes turning wide from embarrassment.

“I repeat, no woman on the face of this earth deserves to grace my bed” “None of them!” I snorted, my voice deep and stern. Emilia’s eyes went wide with surprise, her breath still as I starred into her eyes intensely. “All these women want just one thing”. “My money!”. “And I will make sure they get all of it.” “You know why?” Emilia shook her head, her face twisted with fear. “Because I will get all the pleasure that I want from them”. “Now, put an end to this foolishness and get back to work”.

Emma. Fuck!

Every time she shifted in her seat the wet fabric rubbed her clit and sent a small spark through her body. Jax sat two desks away. He looked relaxed like he did this every day. But his eyes kept coming back to her. When Mr. Harris looked down at his papers Jax would stare at Emily’s legs. He licked his lips once. Slow. Like he was remembering how she tasted on his fingers. Emily tried to breathe normal. She crossed her legs tight but that only made the ache worse. She wanted his hand back there. She wanted more than his hand. The thought made her face burn with shame and excitement at the same time.