Novel & Cerita Seducing Book

Andrew's POV I had tried so many times to resist her. On business trips, I kept my distance, reminding myself she was my secretary and not the kind of woman I usually entertained. But right now, none of that mattered. She was all I wanted. Her allure was intoxicating and her body was too tempting. I craved her and I wanted to bury myself deep inside her sweet hole until she would tremble and beg me for mercy. Without hesitation, I slid a pillow beneath her back, tilting her hips perfectly for me. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. A soft gasp escaped her lips as our bodies aligned.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

He didn't give her a second to adjust, immediately beginning to hammer into her with a relentless, animalistic pace, his hips slamming against her backside with a wet, slapping sound that echoed through the quiet library. He was fucking her with a raw, unfiltered hunger, each thrust designed to break her further and remind her that no matter how many cases she won in court, she was completely conquered in this room. Sloane clung to the desk, her nails scratching the expensive wood, her voice reduced to broken pleas as she begged him to go harder, to take everything she had. She loved the way he dominated her, the way he treated her body like something he owned, turning her into a mindless, n

I begged every god for the willpower to resist her but it seems they are not on seat today. “Fuck it,” I whispered, grabbing her waist and pulling her towards me again. A tiny moan escaped her lips, and I claimed her lips as mine. She kissed me back with equal energy. Hungry. Longing. Passionate. Her hands found my hair, tugging against it gently. Her knees buckled, and I managed to hold her in place, before pushing her gently against the table that was behind her. Isabella quickly sat down, already reaching for the button of my shirt.

Carlos sliding his hand, down to my vagina, fingering, making me scream his name while my eyes roll to the back. I could also try out those sex positions that I read from my karma sutra book. I have had so many fantasies for a long time now but Carlos just want to remain celibate which isn’t good for me. I am someone who doesn’t have that much luck in men because of my size but when Carlos came into my life as my secretary, I knew that I have hit a jackpot. Though I was crushing on him so badly, I never for once tried to tell him, he was the one who told me that he likes me.

She looks at us both, giving in she nods, walking in she grabs a chair and hands it to me along with a psychology book, okay I doubt I will read that. Sitting I decide to read it, I may learn how Alena’s mind works from it, sitting I found myself deep in the book, it is actually very interesting. A few hours later Alena comes out, following her to the car I stay quiet, but she looks so much more relaxed now than she did earlier. Alena climbs in the car and I quickly check it, I don’t care if people need to buzz to get in, I am checking it.

And in one fearless move, she slid off her black dress, exposing her white skin to him. He watched her, not saying a thing. Damn, he loved how he went to her in the first place, and how she did not withdraw from him when he made that move in the bathroom. "Come on," her voice revived him. He beamed and sauntered to the bed where she sat like a divinity. Even half naked, her figure was seducing: the exact kind of woman he wanted in his life. For himself. But this woman might have a man and wanted just pleasure for the night. Fuck it! He didn't care, he would fuck her for the night, and let her be from the next morning.

“I don't chase women I want, they go after me, they plead for my body and soul. I know your type and I will get you” Teyana smirked , she seductively replied him in a whisper, the voice he wanted to hear in the other room. “ Am sorry Cee, you won’t get me. Neither will I crave for your body and soul like them, rather you’ll yearn to get not just between my legs but to officially be my man”

It was old and dusty so she cleaned it and she finally saw the title “The art of seduction” Serafine read the title out loud. She sat down on her bed, opened the book, and the first image she saw made her close it back rapidly. “What the” She said while feeling shocked by what she just saw Serafine felt like her virgin eyes had just been corrupted. On the first page, was a clear picture of a male and female private part. She was about to throw the book away when she had a second thought. Serafine opened the book again, using her hand to cover the image as she read what was on the next page out loud

“I’ve been reading ‘The Book of Love’ lately to come up with ways of making you fall in love with me.” ‘What?’ Sotiria was stunned at first. Then her mind completely cleared, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head. Actually, she had heard that Zachary was as cold as an ice mountain, that he did not like getting close to girls. A man like him would not know how to seduce a woman on his own initiative. However, his tactics in seducing her were endless. Now she understood that he had obtained those tactics through The Book Of Love.