Sweet Submission: Reclaiming Her Love Novels & Stories

Her ruffled dress showed her figure perfectly as she heaved her steps in graceful comportment. Her nubile aroused the nous of Mark Slater who glowed on seeing her presence. She made calculated steps as she approached the consortium table compacted with her sonorous voice as she greeted the members. “My sinequanon, I really waited for this chance.” Mark Slater muted as he rose onto his feet. Every nerve of his body inducted exhilaration every second that counted. Several exhort were controlled by his brain to not kiss her but glad his deity stood in front of him, her hand wide open but also controlling her emotions. An amber of love lit inside them but not certain of their connection. The con

Hmm! Her lips tasted so sweet I couldn't get enough of it. I wanted more, more of her. My hand that was holding the back of her head crawled down to her hips supporting her heart-shaped bottom. When she wrapped her hands around my neck and tiptoed her feet, I carried and wrapped her legs around my waist, our lips never cut the connection off. The kiss went deeper instead. After I pinned her to the wall, my lips released her now swollen lips and began nibbling the back of her ear tickling it and making her gasp.

“Gonna breed this tight , sweet hole—gonna fill you till you’re dripping my cum.” I moaned louder, pushing back against him, my pussy fluttering around his cock. “Harder, Jamiu—fuck me like you own me forever!” He obliged, thrusting with brutal speed, his free hand reaching under to rub my clit in frantic circles. The pressure built, coiling tight in my core, my breaths coming in sharp gasps. “You’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart ,” he whispered hotly, voice dripping with hunger. “This pussy’s mine—gonna make you squirt so hard you soak the whole damn lawn.”

Chelsea asked, feigning ignorance. Reese crossed her arms and gave Chelsea a knowing look. “Don’t play dumb. I was standing outside. I heard everything.” Chelsea’s cheeks flushed. “You were eavesdropping?” “Of course I was!” Reese admitted unapologetically. “How could I not? Liam Southwick, the man every woman in this city would kill to be with, just confessed his feelings for you! And you’re acting like it’s no big deal?” Chelsea shook her head, sighing. “It’s not that simple, Reese. There’s Aria. She’s pregnant with his child. How can I possibly—”

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🍓🔞 #Chapter__19 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍🐍 🐍🐍 🐍 #JASMINE Making love with Sadiq in the middle of that Sandstorm was going to be a moment I'll never forget.. That moment we had solidified our relationship.. We were obsessed and so in love with one another after that..

The room seemed to grow quieter as Rachel closed in, and I could feel the tension building. My grip on Reuben's hand tightened, seeking comfort and reassurance in his presence. Rachel stopped in front of us, her eyes locked with Reuben's. Her voice was laced with a mix of sweetness and arrogance as she spoke, "Reuben, my love, I see you've found yourself a new plaything."

she looked at me like she wanted to reverse all that happened and delete my memories. She tried to get off but I pulled her close and captured her lips into a slow yet passionate kiss. She moaned in between our kiss as I pinched her waist. And that way I got a chance to deepen the kiss. We broke the kiss as we were out of oxygen. “I love you too” I said on which she smiled. ~Liam’s POV~

Giselle said, "Send Ms. Jameson a message that says 'Your first love just sent me a friend request.'" Hector was flummoxed. Wouldn't that be self-sabotage? Hector had gotten himself drunk when he found out that Julia was treating him as a substitute. The sense of defeat had almost defeated him. Why was Giselle telling him to bring up Julia's first love now? Hector wanted nothing more than for Julia to forget her first love completely. Hector felt even more frustrated by this. He looked at the two people sitting side by side opposite him and couldn't help thinking that he now understood why the two of them were attracted to each other.

His nose would touch my clit whenever he pressed his tongue inside. I writhed wildly on the bed. He managed to restrain me with both hands as mine pushed his head further down. I didn’t let him catch his breath, consequently, he bit down my clitoris making me convulsed, and clamped his head between my knees. A new kind of pleasure flew down my vagina. Yulian sucked, drinking my sweet nectar. He climbed up to my face taking me into another kiss, "Have a taste of your sweetness, my dear," he whispered between the kiss.

she turned to me, smiling briefly but brightly. Her smile was brief but radiant , the kind that lit up her whole face in an instant. It was soft yet full of warmth, like the sun breaking through after a long rain, leaving behind a glow that lingered even after it faded. By the time dessert came, the tension between Sylvia and me had softened. Not completely gone, but no longer sharp and painful. More like a memory healing slowly. Each time with her had become less sharp and painful. I could smile now without regrets.