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."

Spider emerged from the shadows behind him, twin daggers glinting in her fingers. “No sudden moves,” she said, smirking. “Unless you want your lungs pierced from both sides.” The man’s eyes darted wildly. “You don’t understand—she’ll skin me alive!” “Oh, sweetheart,” Widowmaker purred, cocking her gun, “we’ll do far worse.” They were within three feet when he bit down hard—something in his jaw cracked. Foam spilled from his lips. Spider surged forward, catching him before he dropped. “Shit!”

“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.

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."

“Really? You’re going to do this? If you don’t take it, I’m not going inside. We’ll just stand here until morning.” I groaned, covering my face with both hands. “Oh my goodness, what is wrong with you? Why are you so stubborn?” I peeked through my fingers and sighed in defeat. “Okay… hand it over.” I snatched it from her quickly, opened my bag, and shoved the package deep inside like it was illegal contraband. My cheeks were burning hot with embarrassment. Susie grinned like she’d just won the lottery. “Use it while you think of Ezekiel,” she added with a dramatic wink.

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.

The sound of my laugh. It was being pulled out of him. And because I was connected, it was being pulled out of me too. My knees hit the salt. My vision began to flicker. "Yes," the Widow hissed. "The Healing Wolf gives the best silk. Your love is so much heavier than theirs. It will complete the shroud." "Amara! Break the connection!" Femi's voice was a mile away. I couldn't. The red light was a parasite. It fed on the emotion it found. The more I loved the man on the ground, the faster the Widow could drain us both.