Wet Goodnites Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

] [But both Leighton and Harley were Type A, which means the kid couldn't possibly be theirs! [Leighton investigated and discovered that Harley had low sperm count. To get her pregnant, he actually drugged her and had someone else sleep with her!] [Harley had already been pushing her so hard this past year that she was emotionally unstable. The moment she found out, she grabbed a kitchen knife and hacked him to death!] [When the police arrived, she'd already drunk pesticide herself and was dead too.] [Logan, tell me honestly. Isn't this exactly what people mean when they say karma always comes around? No one is spared.]

Easy access. The whole Uber ride to the coffee shop, I kept my thighs pressed together, acutely aware of how wet I was, how exposed I felt. Every bump in the road made the friction unbearable. I wanted to slide my hand between my legs and finish what I'd started last night, but I didn't. He'd told me not to come. So I wouldn't. Good little slut. Following Daddy's orders. I arrived at Brew Haven ten minutes early and ordered a latte I didn't want, just to have something to do with my hands. The coffee shop was busy—businesspeople on laptops, students studying, couples on dates. Normal people doing normal things.

Wet sounds filled the dark room. The orgasm hit me hard and fast. My whole body shook as muscle spasms rushed through my belly and legs. I squirted heavily, soaking the sheets beneath me. A loud moan came out of my throat and echoed off the walls. I lay there for minutes, breathing heavily as my heart beat wildly for the night to come

I wondered if I’d ever find a guy who could fuck me like I deserved to be fucked. So I gave him the routine. After he thought I came, he rolled off me and immediately fell asleep, snoring. Nice. I stared at his near-lifeless corpse for a few minutes, then shimmied out of bed, cleaned myself up, threw on jeans, a t-shirt, sandals, and drove down to the local all-night coffee shop, “The Daily Grind.”

I asked myself in a whisper as soon as I pulled out my hand from down there and saw the white sticky liquid in my fingers. "Seriously, Katelyn? Twenty-five years of existence, and now you have a wet dream?" I stupidly and unbelievably asked myself. Stupid, Katelyn. How can you be so wet just because of some sexy and hot man with a bad*ss tattoo and a blurred face from a dream? Are you really that curious about s*x life? I thought to myself as I shook my head in disbelief. I looked outside the window and saw that the sun was almost out, so I decided to fix and clean myself instead of going back to sleep. I stepped down from my bed and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

This was the child I had loved with everything I had. And under Darlene's influence, he had turned on me. I let out a slow breath. If I were going to die, I might as well give him a parting gift. I said with a faint smile, "How about this? I know a way to make Ms. Thompson your mom. Would you like that?" "Really?" he asked, blinking those big, hopeful eyes at me. I nodded. "Really. But you've got to watch closely." I took Waldo's hand and walked with him toward the edge of the rooftop. He followed with innocent trust, oblivious to what was about to happen. His heart was full of hope that Darlene would finally be his new mother.

"Now. Squirt for me." I let go. Gushed hard, soaking his cock and the floor. My body shook. He groaned, thrusting erratically. Then he pulled out, cum shooting on my back. Hot stripes. We panted. He untied nothing—wait, no ties this time. Just bent over. He helped me up, kissed my forehead. "Good girl." We cleaned up in a hidden bathroom. Then back to the study. He held me on the couch. "Damian called me today."

Cody stammered as he scrambled onto the stage, "I-It was Kendra. She seduced me. I didn't have a choice." "Cody, what the hell?!" Kendra screamed, grabbing his shirt. Her face twisted in disbelief. However, he shoved her off without hesitation. Kendra collapsed to the floor, her makeup smudged by tears. After a long moment, she suddenly looked up at me with deep regret. "Lucas, I'm sorry. It was my fault. I was blind. I know I was wrong." She sobbed uncontrollably, gasping between words. My parents broke down too; their cries echoed through the event hall.

The she-wolf who had always been so gentle and timid with him was dying from a terminal illness. Unable to accept it, he went into a frenzy, mobilizing the entire pack to look for me. He searched every corner of the city, asked everyone he could think of, but there was still no sign of me. … When he finally returned home, exhausted both physically and mentally, he stopped just before opening the door because he overheard Sophia and Lucas talking inside. "Mom, Vivian's finally gone. I'm so happy!" Lucas' voice dripped with glee. "Keep it down. Don't let your dad hear you." Sophia's voice was lower, but there was the same unmistakable pride in her tone.

She heard him mutter a curse and when she looked at him, she saw the said man clenching his fists and taking in deep breath with closed eyes. She frowned momentarily and snapped her head back into position as she felt him turn. Not good, not good. She walked with the guy towards the start of the tracks and they ran at the blow of the whistle but what surprised her was that as she used her full potential, she could see him running by his side also at his full potential. This was nice. She finally met someone who could match with her speed as they reached the finish line together. "I'm William Warren." He introduced himself once they reached the finish line.