Overtime Megan Leaks Sex Novels & Stories

"Fuck yeah!!" Megan cried out bucking wildly on my cock. I moaned as I felt myself not too far away. I could feel her pussy contract around my cock as she threw her head back and let out a long loud wail. Goddamn she was wild! Megan let herself go backwards unfolding her long legs so they were straight out her feet towards me This caused my cock to pop out of her pussy with a wet noise and I groaned; "No please..." I started but Megan looked up at me;

“Cassie… you have been having some weird fights with Aaron lately.” “Yeah, so?” “And you’ve spit out two perfectly good drinks.” “Ok?” “Forgive me for this, Sis,” Megan said as she reached out and grabbed my boobs. “OUCH! Why did you do that?” Megan leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “Could you be pregnant, Cassie?” “No! No way. Not possible.” Josephine gave me a look. “Sweetheart, you and Aaron aren’t exactly celibate.”

I said to her as my claws retracked and I pushed her legs open with my knees. She sucked in a breath as I pushed myself deep inside her, I wasn’t gentle and I wasn’t taking it slow. Her orgasm triggered mine and by that time we were both covered in sweat and breathing hard. I was still inside her when she clenched her pelvic muscles and I was instantly hard again and going for round two. “We need to take a break,” Megan said after two hours and two more rounds of sex. “Nope, you started this little game now you have to finish it,” I said to her as I pulled her on top of me.

Wish I didn't have to work tonight! Wednesday seems to last a week. Without Jeremy's visit to look forward to, I sleep late, take a leisurely bath and go into work early. I'm distracted throughout my shift with ideas for Thursday night. I want Jeremy to give Megan not only the best sex she's ever had but also the best sex she's ever likely to have. I decide she needs to have at least four mind-blowing orgasms, two oral and two fucking. Of course, Jeremy will have to practice this on me Thursday night! Maybe four isn't enough...

she added with a grin that looked like a Cheshire cat’s. We both burst into giggles, the tension from earlier melting away for a moment. For now, we could just be silly and enjoy the little secrets we shared….because sometimes, laughter was the best way to face the strange, mysterious world we were tangled up in. “Enough about me,” Megan said with a teasing smile. “How are things with Mr. Sexy 8-Pack, Alec?” she grinned mischievously. I giggled, unable to hide my amusement. “Girl, don’t even get me started,” I said dramatically. “I feel like I’m already in love.” I dropped onto my back, eyes closed, savoring the moment.

Megan said, her voice filling the air, making my dick stand, going hard, my cheeks going red. Horny. Megan’s phone rang, my eyes coming across “ Richard” on the screen. The filling of disgust rising above my chest. Before she could say anything, I picked the call for her, my lips deliberately producing moans and kissing sounds against Megan skin, making her moan loudly, the volume passing across to Richard. “ Fuck me, Alexander. Fuck me sharp. Fuck me daddy,” I made Megan say, my middle finger finding her clitoris, the feeling BDSM sharp, making her voice go across to Richard, her scumbag ex-husband.

"Let's go, Meg. I'll ask Ethan to drive us home." "I don't have a home anymore. He was my home, my everything and I-" "And you have an apartment. Come on, lady. Get up." "I'm tired, Drea," Megan's voice broke. "So damn tired." Andrea stopped to look at Megan's disheveled face. Her eyes were puffy, and her mascara tainted her wet cheeks. She sighed and hugged her best friend from behind. "Damien's the fifth already. I don't think my heart will be able to handle any more pain."

The Potter family's bodyguards exchanged shocked whispers, stunned that their poised and dignified lady was secretly so depraved. Sean shot to his feet, bellowing, "It's fake, generated by AI! Jerome, you despicable rat! To push for divorce, you're resorting to these despicable tactics?" He jabbed a finger at Megan, adding, "You can't trick me. The woman next to you is a notorious hacker. Faking videos is child's play for her." Megan raised an eyebrow, clicking open another clip. "Is that so? Care to explain why you're shirtless at Martha's place at 3:30 in the morning?"

We are hoping we will only have to be gone one day for that. “I’m just going to have a quick shower before we head out. I shouldn’t be too long.” I heard Meg call down from the loft area. There was no way I going to pass up a chance to get one more round of shower fun before we left. I made my way up the stairs and straight into the bathroom. “Took you long enough.” Came Meg’s breathy voice from the large walk-in shower. Stripping down to join her under the multiple spray heads. I stepped in close behind her and I started to run my hands over the lushish curves of her ass as I lowered to my knees. “Hands on the wall and don’t move them until I tell you to.” Meg did as she was told without qu

He added before she shut the door. Megan walked back to her quarters with her head held high. She knew it was only a matter of time before the servants in the dining hall spread the news. She got to her quarters and requested a bath. “Okay, Luna.” Rosetta answered and rushed to the bathroom. She wondered how long it would take until Rosetta and Brianna no longer showed her any respect as they were one of the few people in the castle who didn’t gossip whenever she walked by them. Megan soaked in her bath for up to an hour, resting her head at the edge of the tub. Surprisingly, she did not feel like crying. She didn’t actually think that Richardson would ever ask for a divorce. Well, she didn’