Novel & Cerita Read Through

𝙸 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿𝚂 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼. "𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃?" 𝙸 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙰 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁 𝙵𝙸�

Solis was holding some pamphlets and going through them as I sat opposite him, he was so engrossed in what he was reading about. As I read the cover, I saw the topic was about a pregnant woman’s health. He was so focused that he didn’t hear the doctor walk in, until the doctor cleared his throat to make himself known. Reluctantly Sollis lifted his head away from his precious pamphlet and turned to the man. They spoke shortly in Spanish but I would not let them discuss about me and still exclude me in the discussion. I cleared my throat. Both heads turned to me and I couldn’t read the expression on Solis’s face, it was raw and his eyes were filled with so much emotions, I was worried and anxi

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It is a small gesture, but one that lets me know he cares for me. I feel his fingers first as he gently explores my outer folds and then slides inside of me. I imagine he’s checking to see if I am ready to take all of him in. I am so wet, I can practically feel my juices dripping from between my open legs. Braxton gives a satisfied grunt, and I turn my head to look over my shoulder. He takes his fingers from inside of me and sucks my essence off of them. The expression on his face is one of a man savoring a gourmet meal. His eyes roll back and he smiles, taking a deep breath.

My phone rested on the pillow right beside my ear, Bryan’s breathing soft and steady through the speaker, a comforting rhythm that matched my own slowing heartbeat. I traced lazy, feather-light circles over my stomach with my fingertips, occasionally brushing the sensitive skin just above my still-throbbing pussy. A tiny aftershock made me whimper softly. “Mmm… Bryan… I can still feel little pulses inside me. Every time I move, my pussy clenches like it doesn’t want to let go of that feeling.”

Quietly. Patiently. Indirectly. I leaned forward, pulling Patrick’s financial records closer to me. The edges of the papers were slightly worn from repeated handling, a sign of how many times I had already gone through them. Too many times, perhaps. But not like this. This time, I wasn’t just reviewing. I was searching. There was a difference. My eyes moved slowly across the pages, taking in each detail with renewed focus. Numbers, dates, authorizations—everything was laid out neatly, professionally. On the surface, nothing seemed out of place.

“It’s just… a strange sensation. The doctor explained it.” “Exactly,” Alex said, his breath coming a little faster now, though his voice remained controlled. “The speculum can cause some discomfort as it expands. I’m just getting it into position now.” With each lie, he pounded into me. His hands were on my thighs, holding me open, his thumbs digging into my flesh. The curtain swayed slightly with his movements. Mark settled back into his chair, unconvinced but trusting. “Okay. Just squeeze my hand if you need to, sweetie.”

"I am reading it now." The quiet on the line had the specific quality of someone reading carefully. Not skimming. I had learned to distinguish the different qualities of silence from people who were reading: some people skimmed and returned quickly with a general impression, some read the beginning and jumped to the end, and Caelum read in full from front to back at the pace the material required. The silence had the correct length for the address to be read properly. "This is correct," he said. "Yes," I said.

Hooking up at the beach 🏖️ 🍆💦 Chapter 2: Riding him👅💦 My heart was racing as Alex’s hands continued their slow, deliberate exploration of my back. His large, warm palms glided down my spine, thumbs pressing into the dimples above my ass before sliding back up. Every touch sent sparks through my body. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. His fingers brushed the sides of my breasts again, this time more deliberately. “Still want me to stop?”

“Bring the draft.” Nadia took the chair in front of his desk. He did not return to his own seat. Instead he moved around to her side and stood close enough that the edge of his trousers brushed the arm of her chair when he shifted. He reached for the pages she had set down and began turning them with deliberate care. The paper made a soft sound under his fingers. She kept her posture straight and her notebook open on the desk. “Page four. The regional breakdown.” He tapped a line with one finger. “This projection assumes a stability we have not seen in two quarters. Recalculate it with the adjusted attrition rate from last month.”