Spoil My Sweet Widow Novels & Stories

"Come all over my cock." Her moans grew louder as she reached the peak of ecstasy, her body trembling with pleasure. I followed suit, and together, we rode the waves of pleasure, painting her walls with my seed. "I love you, Addison. Marry me."

“But she also knows me. She knows I don’t forgive failure.” Paxton watched her place the cube into a velvet pouch and seal it shut. “What’s that?” Madame’s eyes met his. “Something to make sure Widow doesn’t remain a problem for long.” Paxton exhaled quietly. “What if they get to her before that’s deployed?” Madame smirked coldly. “Then it will be the last mistake they ever make. Either way, Widow won’t survive past sunrise.” She turned and walked toward the corner of the room, where an expansive map was spread across the wall, marked with pins, lines, and subtle notes only she could decipher. Her fingers grazed the glass over the pinned location titled Ravencross Safehouse.

I got you before so I'll get you again. Zack's Pov. That woman is annoying. Why did she come back here? We are here at the bar today with my friends. Many women seduce me but I don't budge. I won't shoot women until I've finished what I'm doing to Angel as if my monkey friends dare. "Dude what's up with the sweetness prank of a ZACK ERVIN, does it work?" crazy question of Zyrone. "Of course. Because we know that woman really likes me hahaha," I replied proudly to them.

He positioned it between the rusted bars, pumping the handle silently until the iron groaned and snapped, creating an opening just wide enough for them to slip through. Julia climbed up first, her boots hitting the gritty, oil-stained concrete of the smelting floor. The massive warehouse was dark, lit only by a few flickering amber security lights. High above, on the suspended steel catwalks, she could hear the faint murmur of Cassio’s guards patrolling the perimeter. "Silvio’s whiskey glass from the broadcast was an ultra-rare vintage," Julia whispered into her comms piece, her back pressed against a massive steel support pillar.

The widow removes the dildo and transitions to her fingers, three at once inserted, curling inside me. The guard face-fucks harder, balls against my chin. She milks my prostate, her hand on my cock jerking. I can't hold on. Cum spurts weak, onto the table. Drained, sensitive. The guard cums also, pulling out to shoot on my face. Hot ropes across my cheeks. They roll me over onto my back. Ropes hold me spread-eagle to the table. The widow mounts, sitting on my face. 'Lick me clean,' she commands. Her pussy is wet, dripping onto my lips. I lick her folds, clit hard against my licks.

he asked and went to get the remote. "Something action..." He scanned for the folder in the tv and stopped on the movie entitled, Upgrade... Wonder what was upgraded in this movie though... I peeped on the clock once more and its already 9. The rain is still pouring. Time passed as we were both watching the movie. I can hardly focus because my attention is in the clock right above the tv and in the window in case the rain may stop. I can only sigh. "Don't worry so much." He spoke as he notice my uneasiness.

"You are the most gorgeous pregnant woman Mrs. Samaniego and I love you so much!" I couldn't be happier. He had me and he was mine for life. Our obsession for each other gave fire to our relationship. We always thought about each other all the time. I was is confident that I didn't need to seduce him but I wanted to. It gave me a kind of high knowing that Trevor always found me beautiful and desirable though I felt ugly now that I was pregnant again. I rejected him and he gave me a sweet revenge which led us to this sweet and blissful life. Our ugly past ended into a happy ever after.

In truth, I hadn't touched any women since my wife eloped with another man. It would be a lie to say that I didn't miss it, but I had spent all these years raising Yvonne, making sure she grew up in a loving home. I'd sent her to the best dance school so that she would have a chance for success instead of following in her mother's footsteps. How could I have any desire for her best friend in this situation? I pushed Hermione off of me. "How much for a night with you?" "2,000 dollars if it's quick. 3,000 for the whole night, but you can only do it three times."

The spoiled princess of the Green Fields Kingdom looked completely wrecked… and I hadn’t even given her the full length yet. Something dark and satisfied settled low in my chest at the sight. “I’m waiting,” I said quietly. Her voice came out broken. “Please… please fuck me properly. I need all of it. I need you deep—” I clicked my tongue and pulled out completely. The sudden loss made her let out a desperate little sound, half-sob, half-whine. I dragged the slick head of my cock up and down her folds again, coating myself in her, pressing just hard enough to make her try to chase it with her hips. Every time she lifted toward me, I eased back, denying her.

HE LOOKED DOWN at me; eyes were a shade of acorns, a muscle in his jaw flexes. I do not know when this burning stare of his on me will heal. They glow with humor and playfulness that sent a shiver down my spine. And here I am, cowardly losing. He grabbed both of my legs, spreading them wide, then he thrusts again. Our eyes lock for a second. “You were on the dead-end, Sweetie . . .” he said huskily.