Serena Becker Sex Novels & Stories

You won't do anything. She was definitely a brat. I stepped into the shower just as my phone buzzed again. Placing the device on to the holder I clicked the message and Sera's picture came up. Fuck this woman knew what she was doing. They were crotchless. Sera was sitting on the bench with her legs wide open with a finger inside her delectable cunt. How much do you want my cock in that cunt? So much! Show me...

“Come on, baby. We're here for you.” Serena opened her eyes slowly, and let out a little moan, trying to sit. The men caressed her, and I could see her shudder. Her eyes flew wide, and she began to jerk crazily. I smirked, moving to hide behind the drapes, where I could watch, and laugh, and make videos. “Let the fun get started. Let me make my videos, girl.” I said, in excitement, laughing to myself. “Who are you!? Get off me! Get off me. Stop this insanity. Ah!” Serena screamed, her eyes wide in fear.

Becky suddenly interrupted him, “Are you still feeling guilty because you forced me to have sex with you last time? It's all in the past but right now, I want you to make love to me now.” After saying that, Becky dropped her towel and she became stark naked right in front of Tyler.

Serena's POV “Listen, Serena, I'm not the type to get involved in other people's problems, but at the same time, I'm not blind,” Becca spoke calmly as she helped me adjust my dress. “I've seen the way you and Myles Voss act around each other, and I have to say, it's quite disturbing for people who claim to be dating.” I turned away from the mirror to face her. “What's your point, Becca?” I asked.

Demi on the other hand was of no use to her, maybe it would have been much better if it was her sister because Sasha was a daring journalist and probably the only person brave enough to stand up to Logan Parker. She grabbed the TV remote and skimmed through all the channels, and then complete silence followed as she stopped on a news channel. Her companions’ eyes hooked to the TV as a man and woman came on screen. They looked like important people, especially the man, while the woman looked like a lost sheep. "Is that..." Carmen trailed off. "Yep," Demi confirmed with a nod. "Caroline Becker and her bastard of a husband." 'Earlier this week, we caught up with Cape Town's most elite couple, D

He watched her still, wondering what she was planning to do. Serena parted her legs and bent, and then began running her fingers up and down her clit, her eyes never leaving his face. Damon’s eyes followed her hand movement like a dog would, a ball. Serena sat back down on the table, still with her legs parted and began taking of the panties slowly until she was butt naked on the cold table. Slowly Damon raised his head, his eyes arresting hers, searching and wanting. Serena could see his erection protruding from his pants and felt a surge of feminine power. She let out a moan and began touching herself, opening her legs wider so that the pink of the entrance of her vagina was visible.

My pride screamed, but my body burned, betraying me with every shiver, every wet gasp. He was relentless. Every thrust was dominance, every groan a reminder that I was caged. My hands pressed against his thighs, my breath ragged, the salt of him thick on my tongue. His voice was low, ragged, slipping from command to something raw. “Serena…” I felt his body tighten, his control breaking, climax hovering on the edge— And that was when I pulled back just enough to whisper, my lips still wrapped around him: “Who’s Beverley?”

That is my main aim from now onwards. I watch him take my son, and he closes the door after he enters. He looked as a rich man from the clothes he was wearing. The party also looked like they had spent a lot of money to make it successful. "I apologize for the interruption guys. Let the party continue.” Serah says, and she plays soft music from the speaker. She then comes to me, take my hand and drags me outside.

Because what in the world was that? The talk show hosts were discussing a scandal involving Chris. My heart raced as I leaned closer to the TV, my eyes glued to the screen in disbelief. What could they possibly be saying about him? They were not speculating but were talking about an affair with their full chests. “Mr. Kinsgton is not only a successful CEO, Susan, he also has a very good sperm count,” The blonde one joked. “Right? Imagine being pregnant for a billionaire? For a freaking Kingston?!” The one called Susan squealed. “Meghan did her thing and I am proud of her. But also jealous, don’t forget that,” She added and they laughed.