Springtrap X Deliah Novels & Stories

“My voice isn’t that great, but it’s not that bad either. Standard or just so-so.” “That’s good,” Daniel replied. “What song do you want, miss?” “Hmm.” Amel thought for a moment. “Ariana Grande one last time.” “Okay.” Daniel took out his phone first. Honestly, he didn’t know the note. So he would find out first before playing it. Once he was done—he immediately pressed the button agilely. “I was a liar —” Amel paused. “Just go straight to the chorus.” “Yes, boss.” Daniel saluted Amel with the flag.

I lifted my chin, refusing to let him intimidate me, and made my way toward the bar. “Whiskey, neat,” I said, my voice steady even as my pulse raced. “You surprise me,” came a low voice beside me. I turned, and there he was. Luca Del Vicchio, his gaze sharp, his lips curving into the faintest smirk. “I get that a lot,” I replied, forcing a smile that I hoped looked effortless. “What brings you here tonight?” His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it, like he was testing me. I lifted my glass, meeting his eyes. “Charity, of course. Isn’t that what we’re all here for?”

Alexander didn't hesitate. He thrust two fingers deep inside her, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot within. Summer cried out, her hips rolling to meet his hand as he pumped in and out of her. "That's it," he encouraged, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. "Take what you need, my dear. Let go." Summer felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her, her inner walls clenching around Alexander's fingers. With a final flick of his thumb, she tumbled over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave.

My sister-in-law's name is Delilah Bates, and she's a teacher at a dance academy. With her stunning looks and enviable figure, she often posts sexy photos on her social media feed. Whether she's in tight-fitting leggings doing the splits or snapping selfies that flaunt her flexibility, every image screams sensuality. Her obscenely round and full hips are the kind that mark her as a passionate young wife, starved for affection and long denied satisfaction—the kind that makes a man want to take her roughly.

I spend my days reading reports and performing fact-checking analysis until late at night. The second week, Tania shared something with me after she came home from work. "Chuck went to that old jewelry store in South City to ask about replicating your silver bracelet." I was writing when she said this, and paused while still holding the pen. Tania leaned against the doorframe and looked at me. "The old jeweller told him that the inscription inside the bracelet was hand-carved and that he couldn't replicate the exact inscription or the age of the bracelet. What he meant to say was that some broken things can never be fixed. It isn't the problem of the material, it's just that one can never tu

The new month started off with a thousand wishes. Sonia, who just returned from Paris with her family, last night requested over the phone that Kayla joined her in a Pilates Program in her new friend’s Pilates studio. Sonia claimed her request was so that Kayla stayed fit for Anthony. If it were about Anthony, Kayla would rather let her hips sag to the floor; as going to the Pilates studio meant she’d give him some space, she agreed.

"I want you, Jake." “I want you too, Rachel.” She climbed off his lap to finish stripping and his eyes landed everywhere they could. Once she kicked off her jeans and panties, she walked back over to him, and his hands grabbed her hips again, his thumb trailing over a new tattoo that was there. “What’s that?” She pushed her hair behind her ear and blushed. “Just a promise to myself.” It was a rainbow done in only three colors, but there were no clouds and no pot of gold.

She arches into me wanting more. Her cries, moans, and audible breaths, I take them all, and with envy. "My naughty little Tate, the girl next door that likes her hair pulled and ass spanked as I pound into her without mercy." "Yes!" she moans, meeting my thrust. Every erotic sound spilling from her gorgeous body, is mine. Tatum Davis, is mine. Pressure builds in my cock, and my chest constricts with the urge to cum. Letting go of one of her hands I slap the side of her ass and she whimpers. My hands burns from the contact.

"I told you this from the most reliable source. Liam is dating Kiara. Kiara is a marketing admin in CBD." "Oh yeah?" Darius asked, still sounding skeptical. "If you don't believe it, whatever," Riana said curtly. Meanwhile, Olive, who overheard the debate, just shook her head silently. She was enjoying another serving of meatball soup with instant noodles and bean sprouts, her favorite. Although it was a bit spicy, this meatball soup behind her office would be her last lunch menu in Gajah Mada. She was sure she would bring a different atmosphere to her current office.

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.