Spoil My Sweet Widow Novels & Stories

"Since he's better now, you don't have to pretend to be me anymore." My twin sister, Audrey Goodwin, stood in front of me, her lips curled into a smug smile as she held a tiny pink pill bottle, acting as if it were a treasure. "This stuff's amazing. It took me a lot of effort to get it, but if I just slip a pill into his drink, I'll become Mrs. Strickland in no time!" She looked so pleased, as if she had succeeded in her plan to sleep with Michael Strickland, the most wanted rich heir in Jezelton. She was already picturing herself living the high life as his wife.

"You're welcome, honey. I also got a power converter so that you can run it off the windmill batteries." "What made you get this?" "This is a two room cabin, Jimmy. Neither of us has any secrets. I knew you were spying on me almost daily, trying to see me naked. I also know about the books and magazines that you brought along. The titles of the books were what really gave it away. 'What a Sucking Mother', and 'Billy's Hot Mom'. I read both of them several times last summer. When I got to the really good parts, where the mother was fucking her son, I fucked myself with my dildo and fantasized about you. Where on earth did you find books that old?"

He crossed his thick arms over his chest, blocking the exit entirely. "Disgusting human," Trent spat. He leaned forward, bearing his teeth in a subtle show of dominance. "You are making the whole room reek." I walked slowly down the aisle. I stopped right in front of Belle. I looked down at her crying, terrified face. I relished the absolute power I held over her in that moment. "You cannot even control your own pathetic body," I said quietly, making sure only she could hear the venom in my tone. "You bleed like a stuck pig. Go clean yourself up before you make us all sick. You are an embarrassment to our family."

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.

Her fingers lift to my chin, tilting my face slightly like I’m something she’s inspecting. I stiffen instantly. “Look at you,” she murmurs softly. “All grown… and scheming. Doing things your own way,chasing your dreams” My jaw tightens under her touch. “Get to the point, Chloe,” I say coldly. She hums, ignoring my tone. “Alright then… brother.” Her gaze sharpens.“I’m here to ask about the little widow.” “And what about her?” I ask, my voice edged. She exhales slowly. “She really is his old lady. The lawyer confirmed it a few days ago—we can’t touch anything unless she allows it, I still can't believe Warrick did that to us.”

She expected something like that to happen anyway, so she calmly whispered in his ears. “Cedric, that woman right there is not Catherine. She is an impostor who tries to separate us again.” At that moment, Cedric’s eyes became almost blank. The maid knew the drug she gave him from earlier was starting to take effect. She placed a little shotgun on his hand and whispered again. “Shoot her, Cedric. Once you shoot her, we can be together forever.” Cedric who couldn’t think straight at that moment and didn’t even know which one was the real Catherine took the gun and pointed it at the real Catherine.