Novel & Cerita Oh No! They're Salivating Over Me

I spit, my voice trembling with rage. They don’t even flinch. Instead, they revel in my anger. The bald one laughs, a deep, guttural sound that chills me to the core. "Feisty, aren’t you?" he taunts, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "If you keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, I’m gonna get hard." His words hit me like a slap, the weight of their intentions suffocating me. My throat tightens, and tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall.

She spits out water and then blinks "Yuck" is all she says making me smile shaking my head at her. I love these two people and I absolutely can't wait to spend the rest of my life with them "Again" she squeals throwing herself off Daniel's shoulders. Okay hopefully in a few years, they won't be so reckless

“Are they all, like, related? It’s kinda unsettling how they all resemble… I dunno, a hairy butt crack.” I choke back a laugh, but he’s not done. “Honestly, toss them a cookie or something. Hunger makes people vicious.” Again, I stop, this time half-sucking, half-sputtering a laugh. It doesn’t help that two of the assistants nearby sees my reaction, and I swear, I didn’t think their murderous looks can get any colder. But their glares are more focused on Luca this time.

Nothing is important anymore as this blissful moment calms my thoughts. I handled it like a candy I really like. Of course I like it so much. His skin is made so smooth and succulent by my saliva blending with it to soften its outside. Baron is staring at the ceiling as I glance up at him, trying valiantly to control his groans at the pleasure my tongue is providing him.

“How could I say no to that?” My mouth finds his dick, the sound of his groan fill the air, competing with the noise fans were making out there. “Your mouth is so warm.” he mutters, head rolling backward. This is for good luck, an exchange for something. I make sure to do my best. Saliva is running down his shaft, he likes it, he likes how wet it is, I can tell from how hard he’s squeezing my hair. He pushes deeper into my throat, I gag a few times but nothing too much.

The air in Hawaii was no longer a tropical paradise; it felt like a pressurized chamber, thick with the scent of expensive hibiscus and the metallic tang of a storm brewing offshore. I stood on the sand, the hem of my black silk dress already damp, feeling the eyes of the elite bore into my back from the glass terrace above. The Audience of Vultures Up on the teak deck, the music didn't stop, but the laughter did. I could see them through the floor-to-ceiling glass—the Ho family, my sisters, the corporate vultures. They weren't horrified by my mother’s cruelty; they were fascinated by it.

In the bathroom, I approached Yvonne from behind, gently speaking in her ear, "Yvonne, you're absolutely stunning. It's a shame I can't always be by your side, but only you can satisfy me." On the surface, Yvonne and May were good friends, but Tamara had informed me that their companies were competitors, and there was a lot of rivalry and business tension between them. Yvonne had a preference for younger, attractive partners, and my energy seemed to catch her attention. I whispered in her ear again, "Yvonne, just so you know, the reserve price is three."

Ding-Ding Nino takes out his phone nervously and cautiously after hearing the notice. However, all the expectations fade with just one single peek. Well, it is not surprising at all that it’s another rejection from the interview. He throws himself into the bed leaving the poor phone nowhere to be found in the mess, though it seems that he should be the poor one actually. Life sucks. Nino doesn't even remember how many times he has cursed his life ever since he started to find a job as he will graduate from college in months. The insecurity and anxiety are killing him, though all his classmates probably are experiencing the same.

Once we were by the entrance, they pushed me into the ground. "You look really pretty today.." One male wolf whistled in a disgusting way. "Compliments coming from maniacs aren't appealing," I declared while shooting them death glares. "Being hard to get is just making us more horny, honey." The other one howled with excitement. Do they have a collective meeting where the word 'honey' is used in these types of situations? Ugh. Disgusting.

"OI! WAIT ME! ARGGHHH!!" Grrrrrrr!! I SWEAR, I HATE THE HAPPY THREE FRIENDS