Romans & histoires Stories

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I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

CHAPTER 2 SARA The sun had barely risen on the second morning when I felt it start again, that slow, inevitable pull toward him, like gravity had decided I belonged somewhere else entirely. Breakfast was chaos, kids shrieking over pancakes, Aunt Lila passing platters of fruit while Uncle Marcus told the same fishing story for the third year in a row. Kieran sat beside me, arm draped over the back of my chair, laughing at something his cousin said, completely unaware that under the long white tablecloth, a different conversation was happening.

Bastard! Was he trying to get us caught? “Women you say? Have you gotten a girlfriend?” Frank said he took another bite of his food when I had barely touched mine, thanks to this idiot. “Not at all but I could say a fuck mate.” He arched his head to the side, pawing me a knowing smile. “Oh don’t say that!” Julie said while laughing. “I’m sure you’re going to break a lot of hearts.” “I think it’s the other way round.” He sighed, pulling his hand away with a small frown on his lips. “I’m unlucky when it comes to finding love.”

THIS NOVEL WILL SERVE AS A BONUS FOR THOSE WHO WANT IT... IT IS LIKE A PERSONAL STORY ON IT'S OWN AND IT'LL BE LONGER THAN THE REST, THANKS. don't be confused, the numbers in the chapter title in the bracket are the total chapters of this novel altogether, the ones before the bracket is the amount of chapters of the current story you're reading...thanks loves, enjoy! TITLE- SWEET SINS OF BELLA BLURB

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.

Neither of them is in a hurry to leave. Five chapters. First-person from Jonah. Slow, quiet tension. All characters 18+. Chapter 1 The first time I went in it was only because everything else was closed. It was a little after midnight and the warehouse shift had run long. My apartment was still six blocks away and the idea of walking into a silent kitchen with nothing but leftover takeout felt worse than usual. The bar sat on the corner with a faded green awning and a neon sign that only half worked. I pushed the door open mostly out of habit.

It made my knees weak. I moved to his wardrobe, pulled out one of his shirts, and pressed it to my face. The fabric still carried his smell. My eyes fluttered closed as I breathed him in deeply. *Just this once,* I told myself. *Then I’ll stop.* I hiked up my nightdress, leaned against the wardrobe, and slipped my fingers between my soaked folds. I was already dripping. It didn’t take long. I rubbed slow circles over my clit at first, then pushed two fingers inside, fucking myself while inhaling his scent. I came hard, biting my lip to stay quiet, his shirt still pressed against my nose.

“I’ll narrate it instead.” “Good,” I replied. “Go on.” I sat up slowly and doubled my pillow, unbuttoned my pajamas because suddenly the room became hot. I shut my eyes tightly, resting my hands on my cock, listening carefully. “It’s about a girl,” she began nervously, “who was feeling lost and frustrated.” “And?” “And then she met someone unexpectedly.” Something about the softness in her voice pulled at me more than it should have, my cock was already fully hard.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation