You Slept With Mr Wilson Novels & Stories

I couldn't take it anymore. "I-I'm sorry, honey…" I whimpered. With each breathless moan, Rowan gave in to the beast inside him. He lifted me higher and drove into me with savage force. The heat between us didn't fade until well past midnight. … By the time I woke the next morning, Rowan was gone. The sheets beside me were cold. Clearly, he had left hours ago. After that, I slipped into my pajamas. Yet, they couldn't hide the marks he had left the night before.

The new position intensified her pleasure, making her moans grow louder despite her efforts to stay quiet. Nay Alice knocked on her door again. "Amy, are you alright? Are you feeling sick?" she asked worriedly. Amy managed to respond, suppressing her moans so Nay Alice wouldn’t discover what they were doing. "Y-yes, Nay, I-I'm fine. I’ll be right there," Amy stammered while trying to stay composed. Nay Alice accepted her answer and left. Zack didn’t stop until he released his seed inside her. The sensation left her weak, her vision hazy from the overwhelming pleasure.

If I did something wrong, they would immediately report it to my husband, and I would be punished again. "What do you want, Mr. Walker? I have nothing to talk to you about, okay? Just f*ck off!" I irritably shook Bler’s hand, but his grip on my arm tightened even more. "Bler, please let me go! Now!" I exclaimed as I noticed two of my husband's henchmen approaching us. When I looked at the henchmen approaching us, my voice was tinged with anxiety.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going downstairs for dinner.” We were supposed to have a butler. But he tested positive too. Mr. Wilson arranged for a private doctor to test us both today—and again in a few days. I’m hoping we’re okay. I feel fine. And Mr. Wilson is as irritating as ever, so... probably fine. But what the hell is going on with this man? He keeps saying he wants to “take care” of me. Now he wants me in his bed? This has to be a mind game.

"What's wrong? Are you disappointed to see me?" Wendy started coughing violently. Her little face was completely red, and her eyes were filled with disbelief. "How could it be him? Where's…… Halsey?" Last night, when Wendy's sister had gotten Wendy drunk and given Wendy the room card, Wendy had clearly said that her fiance, Halsey, was sleeping in it! Wendy's face was pale. If her sister hadn't threatened her with the medicine that cut off her mother's life, she wouldn't have been so stupid as to agree to go to bed to protect her marriage with the Green Group!

What’s more… over the past few years, Wilson had never shown sexual interest in her. The only time they slept together was three months ago when Wilson was drunk, and that was after she had deliberately thrown herself into his arms. However, even as they did the deed, Wilson in his drunkenness kept calling out Clara’s name. After they were done, she continued lying on his bed the entire night, but not once did he lay his hands on her. Even if she were to force Wilson to sleep with her tonight, the time still wouldn’t add up.

He shot his load deep inside of me as I came again. I fell down on the bed next to him, exhausted but satisfied. Mr. Wilson, what have you done to me? He held me in his arms and we fell asleep. The next morning, I woke first. As he lay there sleeping, I proceeded to awaken him with a morning blow job. The night before, he had me so worked up that I never gave him the proper blow job he deserved. He was very appreciative and suggested I wake him every morning in the same manner. I was more than happy to.

She nodded her head while it bobbed on my pole. "Shit!" Mr. Wilson looked skyward. "God forgive me." A few moments later he walked through our gate. I could see the tiny bulge in his pants. He timidly walked up beside me, then looked down at Mom. Mom removed me from her mouth. She looked into Mr. Wilson's nervous eyes and gave him a wicked smile. "Mmmmmm, I was hoping you'd come over," she purred while she unzipped his pants. "I...I...the Devil resides in this house. God forgive me, I can't resist it! Ugh!" He moaned at the touch of her warm fingers when she reached into his pants. She pulled out his rigid 5" penis and gently stroked it.

West walked back to his room to change, then stepped out again, only to see his brother already standing in the sitting room, laughing hard with their parents. West retreated and leaned against his doorframe with his arms in his pockets, waiting patiently for Wilson. When Wilson stepped into the corridor, West asked, “I called you, but you didn’t pick up. Where have you been?” Wilson’s lips curled into a smile, and he replied excitedly, “I was with Rosanna. She’s an amazing girl. We went to a bar, and then I followed her home. Along the way, she got drunk, and we kissed. It was the best night of my life.”

They were so busy screwing each other that none of them hadn't even noticed someone was standing at the door let alone registering my presence. "Wilson, how could you do this to me?" Bianca gasped in shock as they both scrambled to get out of the bed. A look of discomfort and guilt crossed Wilson's face as he looked at me. "I was going to tell you, Vivian. I swear" "What were you going to tell me?. That you have been sleeping with her right in my own home. What is wrong with you Wilson?. How could you do this to me on our anniversary day," I said, raising my voice as I lost my cool.