Novel & Cerita Sweet Temptation Cora Reilly

I sat down, my mind racing, while Klaus took a seat beside me. A waiter approached with a silver tray filled with just two champagne glasses. “Would you like one, ma’am?” For a second, I saw a cold glint flashed in the waiter’s eyes. Even the smile on her face was stiff, as if trying too hard. I shook my head. Alice, you’re overthinking things. I hesitated before reaching for the glass. Slowly, I took a sip, then another. It felt sweet. Too sweet. Before I could take another, Klaus stopped me.

"You have a nice figure. Are you from the dance school?" "I am. A lot of my friends are here to earn some pocket change too. You're weird, sir. Why are you asking so many questions?" Hermione pressed her soft body closer to me. She wound her arms around my neck and leaned her face closer to my neck. As she spoke, her breath brushed against my ear intimately. "It's not easy getting money from you, is it, sir? Do you want me to be more proactive?" In truth, I hadn't touched any women since my wife eloped with another man.

Amy stretched like a satisfied cat, chest bare, lips still swollen from kissing my husband. “Oh, baby,” she purred, her voice dripping sugar and poison. “She never deserved you.” She arched her back, fingers trailing slowly down her stomach like I wasn’t even there. “I always knew you’d end up in the right bed.” Then she looked at me—dead in the eyes—and smiled. “Honestly, Cora,” she added sweetly, “you should thank me. At least someone’s keeping him satisfied.” Then, without shame or hesitation, they started kissing again.

And then from there, all hell breaks loose. "I had my period." I smiled at them and take a bite of my burger. It only took seconds, when their trail of curses filled out the conversation. "Shit! So...you didn't? Wow... If he's as good as his brother mm hmm...woman you got yourself a winner." Cora, the sexiest of the bunch licked her lip. Her Latin heritage mixed with her African genes from her father side make her irresistible for all men. And though Lucie was the one who flirts, Cora just need to smile and guys would flock to her side.

An innocent-looking girl of about 17 years of age was the first to greet her with a tender smile. "Hello," Arya responded blandly as they all crowded her shamelessly. "My name is-" "My name is Aaron..." A boy that resembled the girl introduced himself first with a smirk as he eyed the girl beside him with his chin raised high. "My name is Cecelia, and this is my friend Beverly..." Before Arya could respond to Aaron, another person in the group introduced themselves, this time it was a confident-looking girl who also introduced the girl with a tender smile. Before Arya knew it, everyone had spoken apart from the girl with a tender smile.

I asked and she gave me a small nod. "I need words baby" I insisted as I caressed her side. "Yes" she said and that was all I needed to kiss her again, to make her relax again. Isabella relaxed again in my arms, letting herself be carried away by passion as I sucked on her nipple and began to try to gently slip one of my fingers inside her, she tensed for a moment, but quickly relaxed and I continued, she was so wet that despite her tightness my finger slipped in easily and as I continued to play with her nipple I caressed her G spot and with my thumb I rubbed her clit, soon after Isabella collapsed again, as her body shuddered and clenched the sheet she let out little moans and her walls cl

Taleela's POV: I watch him leave the library through the doors, smiling in accomplishment. I'm sure he must feel really fulfilled right now. At least he's gone, more space for me to do whatever I want to do. I sigh in relief when the doors shut, and as I am about to turn away, I hear Cora laugh fondly behind me and turn to give her an unimpressed look. She shrugs, takes a bite out of her burger, and downs it with her cup of peppermint mocha before she speaks. "He looks quite interested in you. And he's also good-looking. What would make you turn such a hottie down?"

Caleb looked like he might be sick. "When I was sixteen, I ran away from the orphanage," Cora continued. "I lived on the streets for a while. Did odd jobs. Slept in shelters when I could. Eventually saved enough to rent a tiny room. Got my delivery job. Started to build something that looked like a life." She paused. Her voice grew quieter. "And then I met Liam." The name hung in the air like poison. "He was charming," Cora said. "Handsome. He had dreams of being an actor. He made me feel special. Like I mattered. Like I was worth something." Her laugh was bitter. "I was so stupid."

Jules breathed, the words a shameful, desperate confession. "You'll come when I say you can come," Cora said. She pulled her finger out of Jules's cunt and held it up, glistening with Jules's wetness. She brought it to Jules’s lips. "Taste yourself. Taste how much you want this." Jules opened her mouth and sucked Cora’s finger clean, the taste of her own arousal a potent, intoxicating drug. "Good girl," Cora said.

I suck on the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. When I kiss her again, she rolls her hips against mine. Her tongue flicks over my bottom lip as her stiff nipples press against my chest through the thin layers of material that separate us. The kiss will be permanently seared into my brain, especially when she pulls away, a sultry little smile on her lips. “What do you say we get this party started?” Cora grabs my hand and tows me to the bar. “If we’re going to start being friendly with each other, I’m going to need a lot of alcohol first.”