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We both gasp as he fills me completely. I stay still, savoring the fullness. His hands find my hips, gripping tightly. "Move," he demands, voice barely recognizable. "I don't think so." I place my hands on his chest and roll my hips—slow, grinding circles that drag him against every sensitive spot inside me. Not thrusting. Just grinding. His head falls back, a guttural moan spilling from his lips. I find my rhythm. Rise up until he's almost out, then sink back down in one fluid motion. Slow. Teasing. Maddening. Each time I bottom out, I grind in a tight circle before rising again.

I pulled out his shaft and let it down as I started grinding on it from the fabric of my panties. He threw his head back with exhales. Has anyone done this to him? I can do a lot more of it. I had research and surely, he won't resist me. I don't know when I become too bold, but I wanted him. He wants me for sex, and I'll do everything for him to never resist me anymore. I grind hard and deep until my clit is brushing on that hard cock. He held my hips as I grind more on him. "Maeve, I don't know what you are doing but, you are driving me crazy." He muttered breathlessly.

“Grind for me. I want to feel every bit of that little needy pussy through these clothes.” I obeyed, my movements becoming faster, more desperate. I was losing myself in the friction, my head rolling back as the internal coil tightened to a maddening point. It was a torment, a delightful torture—the wet sound of our bodies colliding, the throaty breath we could barely manage and the possessiveness of his hands on my ass. I felt that old but familiar, white hot-strain blooming inside of me. Damn it, I was going to cum. I was going to fucking cum from just grinding against this man while I had been denied of this for months even with Silas being inside of me.

After being exposed to paraquat, my internal organs felt as though they were being torn apart. I looked at the family in front of me with detest. The pain in my body made it impossible for me to stand up. "Haha, Mom, she looks like she is dying." Jessie Charles' son pointed at me and laughed, while Raymond Lockhart stroked the little boy's head and spoke lovingly, "Yes, she deserves it. She is a bad person. She stays in our house and refuses to leave."

Bowen Group would also reconsider her engagement to Logan. That night, she scrambled to hire the best PR firm, preparing for the storm of bad press she was sure I'd unleash. Just as the team was focused on social media and waiting to handle the fallout, the first trending topic appeared. "Logan's ex-girlfriend, Rafaela, threatens his fiancée Anna—trying to sabotage their engagement with her death!" "The scheming Rafaela attempts to make a comeback with her child after years of being away but loses everything instead!" I hadn't published dirt on Anna. All I had was dirt on me. I chose to take the blame.

I started grinding on top of him and saw that he was still biting his lip because of what I did. "F-fvck!" Drake yelled out incoherently because of the delicious sensation caused by my grinding. "You like that?" I started to tease him because I saw his reaction. I adjusted my position, and I couldn't help but moan when my clít also rubbed against his body because of what I was doing. I moved back and forth with his cóck inside me. I was able to hold on to his broad shoulders because I was moving faster. Drake lifted his head and closed his eyes, knowing he was enjoying the sensation of what I was doing.

“I told myself it was nothing just guys being guys but shit now that I got you here grinding on me I know I was lying to myself the whole time your ass feels way too good to ignore anymore.” His words hit me deep and my cock jumped hard in his hand leaking a fresh spurt of precum that ran down his fingers while shame burned hot in my face because this was my best friend saying this shit out loud. He shifted under me and pushed his shorts all the way down, freeing his thick cock completely and it slapped up heavy and bare against my ass, the hot skin on skin making me suck in a sharp breath. Jordan started grinding it slowly between my cheeks, the fat head catching on my hole every time he sl

What have I become? I don’t stop grinding down. I grind down hard. My whole body trembles as I near another orgasm. “Oh, Sebastian, oh, fuck me hard, fuck me deep, oh, oh, deeep, fuck me, Silas, ah, I’m gonna cuummm,” I scream as I come hard again, and I almost die, because it pulls my lifeline, or so it feels.

"She's not, remember? I am." Dominic, clearly frightened, quickly said, "You're right, Mom." "Honey, you have to figure out a way to reconcile with Harper," she continued. "Our cash flow has been severed for months. Without investments from the Stones, your family will go bankrupt! "I've even had to swallow my pride and ask you guys to plead with that woman for the sake of the family… Honestly, it's just humiliating at this point." Her words trailed off into whimpering cries. Charlie, however, showed no sympathy. "Alright. Enough. Stop the crying and drama. You're making me more irritated."