Novel & Cerita Mistress Deep Love

“Feel how deep I am?” Jasmine moaned, voice muffled against the tablecloth. “Yes—yes, Master—” His hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her there, keeping her pinned as he drove his cock deeper, fucking and pounding her pussy like it was going to be his last. “Say it,” he hissed. “Say you love being fucked like this.” Jasmine’s toes curled. Her stomach tightened in pleasure, lips trembling. “I—I love it—Master—I love it—oh fuck—”

he whispered back longing for her to kiss him but she was luring him into an uncontrollable desire for him as she slowly undressed herself, being left with only her bra and underpants. “Do we have a deal Mathew?” she asked him while she had just lowered her hand into his pants and was about to give him a blowjob. “Yes, whatever you want” he responded looking with so much lust toward her. She then lowered his trousers and pulled out his dick, she placed herself just perfectly with her ass facing his face as she bent it over to suck him, he uncontrollably tore her pants and gently kissed her ass while she did the work on him. Priscilla was quite the devil when she was angry and on a mission. M

Now all we were granted was this stolen moment in time, and it made me rethink if I could go forward with being mated to Alpha Jace, even though I knew my son’s future was at stake. Feeling the love that Dom had for me, was making me second guess my stance on being his mistress, if I could have more of these stolen moments with him, knowing that his heart belonged to me and not her. I now knew why she wolves accepted being someone’s mistress, if love was at stake, it was better than filling the void of being without love in a union full of unhappiness.

After all, we had been childhood friends who had been together for so many years, and our love had long since turned into familial affection. He no longer felt passion from me, and I understood why. Love itself was an invitation to lose control together, and even if it later became something gentler, we had once shared those beautiful moments. But none of that excused betrayal. To me, cheating was one of the saddest things in the world. He could not maintain this love in his own way, so instead he had turned the knife on me, making me the sacrifice for his pursuit of some ridiculous notion of romance. With that thought, I found Martin's behavior increasingly revolting. I gathered up Claire's

****** ~NEXT GENERATION BOOKS OF MISTRESS~ HIS VICIOUS LOVE – A tale of dark obsession Aadhvik Richand - Sahita “Call me fucking obsessive bastard but that’s I am for you, my sweet little love.” “Your love for me is insane and my heart is too fragile to match its intensity." HIS WIFE - A shackle for her Adrika Raichand – Ridmay Aahuja “I have seen my whole life that love is nothing but pain and suffering and you have proved it by breaking my heart. Marrying you was my biggest mistake, I will correct it by shooting a bullet in the middle of your head, you fucking bastard.”

Sebastian thought he had heard it wrong. He absolutely did not dare to believe his ears, and his expression also instantly became extremely disgusted. "What did you say?" "I-I want to be your mistress. Sebastian, I have already met your wife today. She is indeed very outstanding. I can't compete with her. I'm willing to admit defeat. I won't ask to share the same status as her. I know that this country practices monogamy, so I won't ask you to give me a status. I just want to be your mistress. I'll just be your mistress. I'll bear your children, and the entire White family will be yours in the future," Misty said incomparably eagerly.

She asked, her lips trembling as she spoke. "I am showing mercy on you, Amara. Be grateful I am not asking you to become his mistress." He hissed through clenched teeth. "If I made you his mistress then get ready to face the worst side of life, because mistresses have no respect in our world. They are tossed around with hundreds of men, warm the bed of different men each night and then die because the pain is too much for them to handle. Is this what you want?!" His angry voice boomed in the four walls of the room.

Cassia proudly said. “Hello, dear! So you’re the one who organized everything. Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Larissa Quinto, Asher’s mother,” Larissa greeted warmly. “Sofia? You look familiar. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you work at a casino in Angeles?” Armando inquired. “Yes, sir,” Sofia replied tersely. The beautiful woman composed herself as she faced Armando Quinto, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation.

STORM I closed the door with a bang as I stepped out. I stopped for a moment in the hallway. I didn’t mean to be so harsh on her. But knowing how manipulative she is in nature, I had to always be on guard. She is beautiful, seductive, and very good at playing men. I felt for her, but I couldn’t afford to show my feelings for her, and I had shown too much already. I hated, myself for the fact that I felt for her. She represented all I hated, deception, manipulation, and theft of decades of hard work. But the pleasure I got with her was epic. I could not rap my head around it, Else portrayed herself to be a better person, less manipulative, and more trust worthy. She too was beautiful, and I e

"I just don't know how your idiot husband doesn't suspect where your money comes from?" I looked at my mistress lying naked beside me. It wasn't the first time she had passed information and done little favors for me; we'd been lovers for years, and no one had ever suspected. She was deceitful, and I liked that about her. She laughed when I asked about her husband, and taking the cigarette from my hand, she took a drag and said: