Sarah Matthews Hot の小説・ストーリー

and naked. A strange burning, yet pleasurable, tingle shot through my body as our skin made contact. Wind rushed past my ears as he hoisted me up and scooped me into his large, firm, arms. The frozen sensation that had overtaken my limbs melted away as his body heat warmed me up. I could hear his frantically beating heart in his chest as I leaned my head onto his peck. “What- What about the mudslide?” I questioned softly as a sudden tiredness overcame me.

It was time everyone remembered that. We stepped into the elevator, the murmurs of the staff fading behind us. As the doors slid shut, Matilda continued, “Miss Sarah Lolthammer, the actress from Hawaii, has been contacted to be the brand ambassador. Mirela arranged it. She’s scheduled to arrive tomorrow to sign the contract.” I stiffened. Sarah Lolthammer? Her name hit like a slap. Memories of tabloids flooded back—pictures of her draped on Cole’s arm, her smug smile, and the way he had looked at her. He had never looked at me like that.

Her two fingers were inside her tunnel while her eyes were seductively looking at the camera. The photo was attached with a message, "I want you to fuck me hard again." He felt the erection of his manhood due to the intense heat he felt in his body because of what she sent. He felt uncomfortable. He wants to go to her but how about Laila? Is it okay to leave her wife for a moment?

I am seated on a chair. A beam of light, thin as a blade, sweeps across the space before settling on me. It glides over my skin like a poisoned caress. The heat almost burns me, tracing a path from my collarbone down to the curve of my breasts, exposed by the black latex corset Kael ordered me to wear. The fabric, already clinging to my skin with sweat and arousal, seems to tighten further under this invisible gaze. Murmurs rise around me, whispers slithering between the bodies crammed into the shadows.

"When you didn't come to work, I wanted to make sure you were safe." Jake lowered his hand, clearly recognizing the threat Timothy represented. "Look, man, this is just a misunderstanding between old friends-" "Old friends don't drug each other," Timothy said, his voice soft and infinitely more frightening than if he'd shouted. "Old friends don't arrange for women to be assaulted." Sarah went white. "We never said anything about-" "You didn't have to." Timothy's smile was sharp as a blade. "I know exactly what you did. And more importantly, I know who you are. Sarah Matthews, daughter of Judge Harold Matthews. And you must be Jake Morrison, the failed real estate developer with gambling debt

“Silas was just telling me that your beta found his mate?” “He did,” I verify, and Silas grins. “Sasha is pretty. She has red hair. Like it’s on fire.” I chuckle as my son describes my Beta’s new mate. Sasha is a sweet woman. Quiet and reserved, much like Atticus, but I think once she gets more comfortable her timidness will wear off and she, Harriet and Tilly will be thick as thieves. “Oh yeah? You like red hair?” “Purple would be better.” Silas sighs. “Purple is mommy’s favorite color.”

was thrust into Cooper's hand and she smiled gratefully. It is a small miracle the comfort that can come from simply holding a warm beverage, she thought. Cooper wrapped both hands around the large pottery mug. The mug was adorned with an A carved into the glazed clay, which Cooper traced her finger over. "It's Amata's mug. She actually made it. She likes making pottery. Anyway, she swears it's the best hot chocolate mug there is. Claims it just tastes better coming from that mug. She made me one too." He turned his mug towards Cooper and she could see an M etched in a similar fashion. "I don't know if she's right, but who am I to argue." He smiled drinking from his M mug. Cooper lifted Ama

They struck up a conversation while I looked at the black haired one intently, my goal was to make him squirm. He fidgeted uncomfortably,“So-” "Not interested.” I cut him off, a bored look on my face. But then I thought of Caelum and how this would piss him off, I smiled wickedly. Leaning forward, I asked in a faux curious tone, “what's your name?" He visibly perked up “Matteo." “Well, Matteo, why don't you give me your number and we’ll set up something.” I winked at him flirtatiously. He eagerly nodded, his eyes fixed on my cleavage.

The wet, obscene sounds of her fingering me filled the room. Jake groaned, stroking faster. “Jesus Christ… you two are so fucking hot.” Sarah smiled against my breast, biting gently before pulling off with a pop. “Watch this, baby,” she told him. She pushed me back on the couch, stripping my shorts off in one smooth motion. I was completely naked now, legs spread, my smooth pink pussy glistening and open for both of them. Sarah shrugged off her robe, letting it pool on the floor. Her body was incredible—full, heavy tits with dark, hard nipples, wide hips, and a shaved pussy that looked swollen and wet.