Just Another Bitch In Love Novels & Stories

"I need to figure out what to do about Gabriella Luca. Who can I entrust her to when she's going to be such an important client?" "The new girl has been shredding everything you give her the last three weeks. Maybe she really is built for this," Jeffery said. Isa. Isa Loveless. A week ago, I sat with her in a twenty-four-hour diner too nervous to say anything. At work, it was easy to talk to her, but as soon as we left the building, it felt like she was someone else. On top of that, I hadn't even intended on asking her out to dinner, let alone having her accept the sudden request. I threw myself into the hole with that one.

The sensation pushed her over the edge and soon she was moaning at the countertop as he sped up for a few more strokes before sliding free of her. "Tag," she heard behind her, then felt another pair of hands on her hips and another cock pushing into her gooey pussy. She felt Dex's cock replacing Jack's and giggled excitedly, feeling how turned on he was and loving the fact that her boyfriend was so aroused by catching his girlfriend fucking another guy.

By the time I stepped out, Bibi had fallen asleep again. She hadn't been feeling well, often drifting in and out of sleep. I lingered by the door, my worry gnawing at me as I stole one last glance at her. In the end, I left, feeling uneasy. Billings Lane wasn't far from the hospital, and it was where Bibi's favorite strawberry ice cream was sold. I grabbed an ice pack and tucked it into my bag along with the ice cream. Then, I hailed a cab and headed toward The Midnight Club.

The beats of the music are not more heavy than the emotions running through my heart. "Fine, go, but before going inside, remember one thing: I’m your wife, who has your hard work in her hands. One wrong step, and I’m going to sell your company to Brooks.” “You fucking bitch.” A sharp pain runs down my face when something touches it. A hand A slap

Go in there and make me proud, i'll be waiting for you downstairs". I watch as she disappears from my sight. There is no way i'm doing what she just said. I love Dexter and no matter what he does, i'll never cheat on him. I stagger a few feets from the door and look back again. I really want to feel what it's like to have someone who adores and worships my body, Dexter was my first and he dosen't make me feel that way. Is it me or is it just him? "Here goes nothing". I whisper to myself. I push the door open and walk into the room. I see a guy sitting by the corner of the almost dark room looking graceful, although his face isn't very visible, i can still make out the features.

“And I tell you, none of the shit she just heard here will fucking matter. She won’t have it in her to leave. She’ll turn a blind eye to it, give me chance after chance, no matter what I throw at her, no matter what she finds out. She’ll cry like a bitch, wallow in self-pity. But the bitch loves me. She has nowhere else to go. She’s so stupid…as if I’d have feelings for a fucking stripper.”

HONEY YOU TASTE SOOO GOOD I COULDN'T STOP MYSELF I HAD TO TASTE YOU AGAIN I HAD TO BE IN HER MORE, MAKING ME GO 3MORE TIMES SHE'S IS UNCONSCIOUS BUT THAT DIDN'T STOP ME FROM FUCKING AND LOVING HER MORE AFTER I FELT SATISFIED WITH MYSELF I LEFT OUR BEDROOM AND CALLED THE MAIDS TO GIVE MY WIFE A BATH I COULD HAVE DONE THAT MYSELF BUT I DONT WANT TO HURT HER MORE SEEING HER NAKED AGAIN WILL MAKE ME GO INSANE AND FUCK HER TILL I MILK HER DRY AND I LOVE MY SWEET SOO MUCH I DONT WANT TO HURT HER

BITTER LOVE Book One in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2021 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Josie Fifteen years ago… A tear rolls down my cheek, but I don’t bother to wipe it away. Another will just take its place in only seconds anyway. I look at the paper in my hand: the corner of it crinkled from being gripped so hard. A voice in the back of my mind tells me I shouldn’t have done that, that I should have been more careful.

Once you get in, it's hard to get out. The lustful sounds emanating from the sexual encounters, the pleasurable cries of the people below after the strong movements of the people above. Or the satiating growl of a wolf in its thirst for love. It makes anyone who accidentally hears it ripples, but no one will hear it except the passionate insiders. "I still love you, love you very much even if it was a deplorable mistake." Like a fool who plunges his head into a death trap, Immersed in love, without knowing it is a double-edged sword,..."

The greedy stares of those bastards clung to me, cold and disgusting, like venomous snakes. Their shameless words drifted into my ears. "Hey, you think after Mr. Holloway's done with her, he'll let us have a turn? Like the last one—damn, that was something. I still think about it." "Eh, that one was born perfect. This one'll be normal-sized after one go. Nothing special to play with." … I seemed not to hear their vulgar talk at all. Inside, I felt nothing. I murmured softly, "Why? Josh, if you despised me, you could've just dumped me. Why lie to me? Why marry me just to torture me like this?"