Truly Yours 2 Novels & Stories

Guess, I have no other choice, huh? *****

I turned slowly, showing him my side profile, then turned around and bent over a little, spreading my ass cheeks so he could see my tight holes. I faced the camera again. I didn’t really know what to do, so I moved closer, cupped my small tits, and spit on my fingers. I rubbed the spit onto my nipples, making them shiny and hard. Then I shook my tits in front of the camera. “Do you like what you see, daddy?” I asked softly, voice full of lust. I stopped the recording and sent it. His reply came after a few minutes. Him: Holy fuck you’re so sexy. That tight little body is perfect. I love your perky tits and that juicy ass. You’re gonna make me cum so hard.

“Tonight, little one, if you are ready… we want to make you fully ours. In every way.” Grant stepped closer, hand resting on her waist. “All three of us. Together. Sharing you. Claiming you.” Marcus from behind, lips at her ear. “Your virginity is the most precious gift. We will cherish it. Worship it. Make it perfect for you.” Her heart pounded so hard she felt it in her throat. Tears pricked—happy, overwhelmed. “I am ready,” she whispered. “I want all my Daddies. Inside me. Together.” Three sharp intakes of breath.

Her fingers trembled—not with surprise, but with clarity. This wasn’t a mistake. This was a pattern. She didn’t reply. She didn’t block the number either. She simply put the phone away and stood there, letting the truth settle in her chest like something heavy but solid. When she got home, Dennis was there. Too early. He looked up from the couch, smiling a little too quickly. “You’re back already.” “Yes.” “You okay?” She set her bag down slowly. “Dennis,” she said, calm, “do you think omission counts as honesty?”

Please go away crazy lady, I'm already late for work," John said from inside. Tisha closed her eyes and began to cry, "please open the door for me, John, I'm not a crazy lady. It's me, Tisha. Your favorite cousin." The moment he heard Tisha's voice, John quickly opened his door. He stared at her in surprise as she held his arms and broke down in tears.

Pleash. Love Priya.

Rachel ordered. Forty-two minutes later she was staring at herself in a full length mirror. She absolutely could not believe it was herself, her hair was up in a fancy clip with cascading curls and tendrils hanging down both sides of her face. She was wearing very light make-up but it still made her face feel heavy since she rarely ever wore any. Cassidy had put her in a short, strapless, stunningly red tulle dress with a sweetheart neck line that showed what little cleavage she had, the top half of the front was full of silver sequins while the backside was tied up like a corset.

He reached out his arm to stop me, but quickly lowered it when he saw the glare in my eyes. I took a deep breath. "Can I trust you?" "Absolutely," he said, crossing his heart. "Look, we'll be in a very public movie theater " "A dark movie theater " "Oooo," he teased. "Well, if anyone tries to hurt you, I'll protect your virtue." "My virtue?" I asked, laughing aloud. "I think the only person who my virtue needs protection from is you." "Me?" he asked, feigning innocence. "My dear lady, I'll have you know that I would never violate your virtue at least, not without your consent."

“But you are vulnerable.” My chin lifts. “And you think you’re the solution?” “No,” he replies. “I think I’m part of the problem.” That surprises me. I exhale. “I hate how you behave, First you are nice towards me then you are cold.” Lucian steps closer—not lingering too much, not crossing the invisible line. “Truth doesn’t ruin. It reveals.” “And what does it reveal about you?” I ask. His silence answers for him. I nod slowly. Turning my back to him, leaving without turning back.

I will always come back for you! XOXO Natacha_H