روايات وقصص ضمن Sweet Wife In My Arms

, Dulcie said. "I'll make it for you, just stop crying okay?." Grace was about to put Dulcie down, but the child was unwilling to let go. "Can you carry me for a little longer?" For some reason, Dulcie felt comfortable in Grace's arms. Grace's embrace was fragrant, soft, and warm. She wanted to stay in Grace's arms. "Huh?" "You smell nice," Dulcie said timidly. Grace didn't know what to say. She glanced secretly at Zaden. He wore a complicated expression, but... he didn't seem angry.

He stiffened momentarily, clearly taken aback by the gesture, but then slowly relaxed into the hug. "Thank you so much, Dax, for what you've done," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath against his shoulder. His response was a soft, almost imperceptible sigh as if he were exhaling the weight of the world. His arms tentatively encircled me. "You're welcome, Carissa." Awkwardly, I stepped back. "Sorry, I don't want to ruin my makeup." His lips quirked into a half-smile. "Fair enough," he replied, taking a deliberate step back as if giving me the space I needed.

She turned her head to the side. “Our marriage is based on love and trust. Though we may have started out completely different than most couples, we have a much better understanding of each other than other couples.” Scar said as she felt his cock twitch against her ass. She felt her pussy start to get wetter and almost to the point of dripping. If she had been wearing any pants, they would be soaked.

I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist as Ace nuzzled his face into my neck. “It’s so beautiful.” I whispered as I placed my hands over his. “Nowhere near your beauty.” He said as he looked at me then kissed my neck. Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran started to play softly over the speakers. Ace stepped in front of me and bowed slightly as he held his hand out. “May I have this dance, my amazing wife?” He said as he smirked.

She could as well enjoy it while it lasts. "I can as well add this one for you right? I really like it on you" he smirked sweetly. Armstrong is best at playing innocent. Who would have thought that a man so sweet when it comes to her. "No. You've spent enough already. I do not want this dress" she replied. "What if I buy it to express my lust to you?" He whispered into her ears and a shiver worked it's way down to her spines. "Get away from me!" She tapped him lightly. He knows how best to get her with his sweet words.

I want her in my arms and in my life. I would make you fall in love with me sweetheart. you are mine.

Max*** The weight of Sara in my arms felt like a brand, marking me as hers in a way I couldn’t explain. I woke to the sound of her breath, soft and steady, mingling with the harsh rhythm of my own. Her body pressed close to mine, the heat between us seeping into my bones, making the morning air feel like a distant thing. I could feel every inch of her—her skin, soft and warm, the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the way her hair spilled across my arm, tangled like a part of me. It was all mine—hers and mine.

She tasted as sweet as strawberries and chocolate. Deepening the kiss, she melted into me, and her arms latched behind my neck as if she were trying to keep herself upright. My grip tightened around her so I could hold her up. As much as I knew I needed to, I couldn’t pull myself away from her. She was so intoxicatingly sweet, I wanted more. My hand started moving down towards her bottom and I knew if I didn’t pull back, I was going to take her at this very moment.

Hence to get her out of her misery, he leaped at her and embraced her in his inviting arms, and after a momentary flinch, she melted right in. "How is your husband, Sweetheart?" His inviting arms were blanketing her from behind as they wrapped around her abdomen, she almost felt too safe to consider it home. "He's…He's a douche but mine!" She cried out in awe and wonder then burst out laughing. He Joined in as he tickled her to submission till she was a laughing mess. The waves hitting the shore, the glistening lights on the sand illuminating the place were like scattered stars in a desert sky, it was in reverence to magnificence only!

Sweet, beautiful, full of spirit, and smart, she was perfect and she was mine. “I am so sorry,” she murmured, lacing her arms around my neck and pressing her body against mine. I breathed her in, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “Sweetness, it doesn’t matter anymore. It’s in the past,” I comforted my sweet mate. And she nodded, getting her body impossibly close to mine, sitting on my d*ck.