The Sweetest Oblivion Novels & Stories

Her lips looked so full and pink that I just want to bite with my own teeth and maybe this is the only chance I have to do this. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, it's like this thick cloud looming over us while everyone disappears. We wouldn't go far, it will only ever be a fantasy from afar but she surprised me, standing up and crossing the distance between us. She was determined, having that fierce fire burning in her eyes. Devouring my soul and setting my skin on fire. She definitely liked what she saw, those decadent honey orbs leisurely feasting upon my naked chest. The swirl of desire so potent and raw that it snapped her control. "just once" she begged.

She hummed as she was throbbing with a need. “Or maybe your pussy.” He said as he moved closer. “That may become my favorite breakfast.” He moved her off of him and had her balance on the edge of the tub. A good-sized barrier was right in back of her as he parted her legs and began moving forward. His head now completely nestled in between the middle of her legs, and his mouth now was at the core of her. The first run of his tongue over the wet and drip slit was a taste he had coated on her nipples, which he had found was one of the sweetest flavors he had ever had. Though she had water droplets running down her body from the hot tub, her wetness in her dripping pussy was nothing but desire.

She was far too sexy, far too sexual, for that. When she lifted her dessert spoon to her lips and licked the last remnant of chocolate from the silver surface, her pink tongue so tempting, so provocative that he could have almost found his release just watching her work the spoon in that slow, sensual way, Maxim nearly groaned out loud. It was way too easy to imagine that tongue on his bare skin. “What’s your take on love, Maxim?” Michaela asked, lowering the spoon and setting it on the table, curious to find out his reply.

He strode to the bed, came up to her, and blindfolded her. “Continue Sweetness,” Isla resumed stroking her throbbing pussy faster than before, her breath became heavier filling the room with her moans which he seemed to enjoy. “I am about to cum!” she quivered in pleasure.

However, she had been giving in to the temptation all night, and it had grown more robust with each glass of wine she had consumed. Perhaps it was because this day was the death anniversary of her husband, and Michael Jensen was the polar opposite of Peter. She felt oppressed by resentment over fate's decision to deprive the world and herself of the gentleness and pleasantness of such a pious man. Fate allowed this one, a tainted sensualist, to live and sit opposite her, emphatically vibrating with a practically disgusting reputation.

I cried out loudly when he put all his force on it. Soon, I felt something cold in my senses. I looked at Styx and suddenly remembered all our happy memories. We were okay earlier; we were both happy, but now, he didn't care, as if he could kill me in a snap. "I regret loving you." Those were the most painful words I had heard since I opened my eyes in this world. I smiled with the lethal pain in my chest. I clenched my fist and placed it on my chest, crying while smiling like a fool, staring at the blue sky. The clouds were perfectly placed like my favorite blanket.

She jumped into Mervin's arms and let the water from the well of her eyes stream down her cheeks and fell on Mervin's shoulder wetting his shirt. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the engagement party of Crystal Blues and Mervin Brooklyn. Let the party begin" Those words made the audience in the room clasp their hands together and clap while cheering. Others with faint hearts were in tears. … Ovie Griffin's lips formed an 'O'. She was so envious of Crystal. Just who in this lady would never wish to have such a beautiful proposal? "That spot was supposed to be mine," Amanda spat while breathing hard. Ovie's gaze moved from the couple upfront to her sister whose eyes lit fire. She looked just

The room felt warmer and more intimate. I opened the box and took out the vibrator. It was smooth, curved, and surprisingly heavy in my palm. My cheeks burned as I turned it on. The low, powerful buzz filled the quiet room, making my stomach flutter. I lay back against my pillows, heart racing. Before I could overthink it, I opened I*******m and went straight to Ezekiel’s profile. There it was — the most liked video that I had also been obsessed with for weeks.

In less than thirty minutes, the wedding between the president of the Smiths Corporation and the only daughter of the Lopez family was the news headline of six major stations and blogs in the city of New York. “Perfect.” Natasha's face flushed with an evil smile as her phone beeped, displaying her name and that of Adrian on the trending sessions of every headline. “Can they go now?” Adrian demanded. “Of course.” She turned to one of her men. “Do the needful.” Dan and Flora's limbs had grown completely weak when the men lost the ropes. “Dan—” “Daddy.” The little boy didn't know when those words escaped from his lips as Adrian rushed forward and held him up in a tight embrace.

I said softly and I saw Sinead's eyes dilated. "Miss Natasha, I don't understand, did you grow up in this orphanage? I thought you were from America." His eyes darted from the orphanage home to me. I shook my head softly and averted my gaze. "Never mind." I lean back to my chair. "Deliver them in the boot and if you are asked who is delivering it, tell them it is Natasha Wilbur." I knew none of them will be familiar with that name, they will only know she is a musician and not their Malinda Kristen.