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She couldn’t afford to extend her leave, having taken a lot earlier. “Yes, we'll be back in time. Don’t worry.” They boarded the flight and sat beside one another on perfectly reclining seats, absorbed in watching movies of their choice. Eva took a nap after lunch while Alexander worked on his laptop. Later, she took out a book she had been wanting to read for a long time. It was a bestselling romance novel that both Hayley and Sienna had recommended to her. Alyssa bought it immediately, but being busy with her own real-life romance, she hardly got time to read it. “What’s that? Oh, romance? Don’t tell me you believe in that shit?” he teased her, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

It wasn't conquest; it was communion, his touch igniting sparks along her nerves, awakening desires she'd buried under layers of trust and betrayal. Memories of past affections paled, Thorne's caresses now mere shadows against this vivid blaze. Riven explored with a patience that built layers of heat, his lips softening then firming, coaxing responses she hadn't known she craved. Her fingers curled into his collar, holding on as waves of emotion crashed—fury at the lies, a tentative hope blooming in the cracks. The kiss stretched, time dissolving into the rhythm of their shared exhales, the car's gentle sway adding to the intimacy.

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That tiny bit of control he still had was shattered completely. Sebastian kissed me again immediately. This time slower. More dangerous. His hands moved carefully along my back while he held me against him like he never wanted to let go. Every touch sent heat rushing through my body. Every kiss weakened me further. The storm outside grew louder, but inside the room, everything felt warm. Intimate. Addictive. Sebastian suddenly lifted me into his arms effortlessly. I gasped softly while instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck. His eyes locked with mine.

I said and pull him in the counter bar. After one hour the crowd is already wild and my head is like spinning I can feel Henry's hand on my legs and caress it seductively and kiss me on my neck and suck it gently. A moan scape to my mouth when he sucks my neck. My body starts to feel the heat and my pussy is starting to get wet. "Come on Ria," He said and carried me. He pinned me on the door and kissed me aggressively. He keeps sucking my neck down to my breast and suck my tits also.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

He pressed forward slowly, just the tip slipping inside me. I gasped sharply at the stretch before letting out a shriek. “Relax, Elena,” he whispered, kissing my neck. “Breathe.” He pushed in another inch, then another, going agonizingly slow. The burn was intense. He was so thick, stretching me open in a way I’d never felt before. I whimpered, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Fuck… you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with restraint. “So fucking perfect.”

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, tender and sensitive, but the moment the thick head of his cock pressed against me, the ache turned into something hotter.