Sweet Submission: Reclaiming Her Love の小説・ストーリー

"I missed both. Sex comes from love, and only you can fill my hungry stomach. Only you. You have no idea how wonderful you are, sweetheart." My breath hitched, and my heart raced. His hand quickly slid beneath my T-shirt, moving past my bra to cup and massage my breast. "Ah." He let out a satisfied exhale. "I missed this." I didn't dare struggle. After witnessing his incredible strength twice, I had learned that struggling was the height of futility. I just lowered my head and murmured, "But... but this is your office." "It’s fine as long as I like it, sweetheart."

I saw it at the restaurant we were at last night. I walk to my study. I take out the key from my pocket. I opened a drawer from my desk that I closed a long time ago and never opened again. I take out a picture. It's a picture of a younger me holding Sarah in my arms. I look at her face, and there's no feeling. Nothing. My heart is empty when I look at the blonde. She's not even beautiful. How could I have thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world? Perhaps she also became a mother and matured as beautifully as Belinda did. She is about two years older than Belinda. I am sure that she must have grown over the years. The only woman that I know that never grew up is Amanda Green. I

Rebecca swallowed eagerly, every drop, her eyes locked on his in submission and lust. Panting, Liam pulled out and pushed her back onto the pillows. He kissed down her body, lavishing attention on her breasts—sucking each nipple until they were hard peaks, biting just enough to make her gasp. Lower still, he peeled off her panties and unhooked her bra, tossing them aside. Her pussy was soaked, glistening with arousal. "You smell so sweet," he murmured, burying his face between her thighs.

“If you’re really sincere, then tell everyone the truth.” For two seconds, something dark flickered in her eyes, before her face brightened with that fake smile of hers. “I know you’re offended. But I never meant to hurt you,” she whispered, pouting her lips. “I and Michael are deeply in love.” “Please, we want your blessings,” she added. She really had the nerves to ask for my blessings after trying to kill me. Was she going nuts? “Even after Alice crashed her wedding, she’s still trying to seek peace.”

Right now, I just wanted to make her cum. My hands fastidiously worked her leggings off her waist and pushed her shirt up until she’d slipped out of it, leaving her clothes scattered on the blanket. The setting sun bathed us in an erotic red glow, casting sensual shadows across her hips, her soft stomach shuddering as I kissed the inside of her thighs. I caught her eye, but she wasn’t apprehensive like the first time I tried to go down on her. She watched me, her hand in my hair, her other hand clutching my wrist. Then she tipped her head back and closed her eyes, surrendering her trust to me. I had complete control of her and wanted her to know that I would use it to fulfill her in every wa

Bianca cries out, back arched. “Do you see that, sweetpie?” I look over at Liam and see him palming his cock, aroused at what he’s seeing. “This is the freedom that comes with being mine. Don’t you see the bliss on her face? That’s true freedom. True love. Combustible passion. That’s what you’ll get when you become mine completely.” My mind is a battlefield. I thrash in the seat, wanting to get away from it all. “Ohhhyessss,” Bianca screams, her nipple lost in Ian’s mouth.

Her back arched, pushing more of her tit into my mouth, and I could feel the tremor run through her body, her pussy clenching emptily against the sheets. "Damon, please," she gasped, her hands threading through my hair, nails scraping my scalp in a way that sent tingles straight to my cock. I continued lower, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver under my lips. Settling between her thighs, I spread her legs wide, exposing her glistening pussy—swollen lips parted, clit peeking out like a pink pearl, her hole weeping arousal that trickled down to her ass. The sight made my mouth water, and I dove in, my tongue dragging through her folds in a long, flat

“Keisha… please. Just talk to me.” She exhales slightly through her nose. “Damon, I already told you. It isn’t yours.” He leans forward, eyes desperate, hands clasped tightly on the table. “I know you keep saying that,” he says, voice cracking slightly. “But I can’t stop thinking about it. If there’s even a chance… I need to know. Please. I still love you. I never stopped. We could figure this out together. I’d be a good father. I’d take care of both of you. Just… don’t shut me out.”

Before I can dial his number, she hugs me from behind, her hands on my chest. The phone slips out of my grasp. Another wave of electric impulses travels down my spine, muddling my thoughts. "Don’t leave me." She starts kissing my shoulders and nape. "Let’s live this moment. Forget about Molly. Forget that you are married. Think only about this moment… only about me." "No…" I try to push her away, but she holds on tight. My struggles are getting weaker and weaker as my body surrenders to the desire. It didn't take long for the drug to completely consume me. My last shred of sanity was swept away, and I let her do whatever she wanted to do to me.

Estel heard simply the lovely description of love at its most sensual without feeling any embarrassment at the specificity, maybe because the words were recorded rather than spoken to her. She didn't find the love scenes in his earlier works sweet and compassionate. This one was probably not, but the others weren't. Something within her seemed receptive to the idea that love might be right, sound, and thrilling. Estel experienced the bliss the man in the narrative gave to his future bride as he took her gently but passionately. The sting of invasion gave way to the comfort of ownership. Then, the burning wants to be whole in this man's arms—the consummation of mutuality and oneness.