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"Why?" she muttered as tears welled up in her eyes, "Why did you do it?" He said nothing, and only picked up a document and stretched it to her. Boldly written on it is 'Divorce Agreement'. She raised her eyes to him, studying him through blurry vision, "Why are you doing this to me?" "Clarissa is back," he said with a straight face. "Clarissa is back... that's why you sent me to another man's bed so that you can have enough evidence to divorce?" she thought to herself, not having enough guts to say it out to his face. Vanessa never thought that one day she would be sent to another man's bed by her husband. And the purpose of her husband is just to force her to divorce. Her heart was so broken that she signed the divorce agreement. However, an accident reminded her of her true identity, Sophia Blake, the heiress of the Blake Family. What will happen when Sophia Blake came back? Read to find out.
Vanessa walked into the well-furnished hotel suite, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She was following her husband Joe's directive to meet him at the hotel.
What he wanted, she had no idea. They have been married for three years, and in all of those years, this was the first time he has ever asked to meet in a hotel.
She knew they were a couple in name and on paper only, but her treacherous heart could not control the way it felt for Joe.
After inspecting every inch of the suite, she noticed a note on a side stool, held down by a glass of juice.
"The juice is for you. Make yourself comfortable. I will join you soon, Joe."
Sighing in exhaustion, she picked up the glass of juice and waltzed to the window that overlooked the city of Chicago.
"What a sight," she thought to herself as she took a tentative sip of the juice. It was very refreshing, soothing her parched throat so she gulped the remaining content of the glass.
A while later, Vanessa began to feel dizzy, and the ground beneath her felt unsteady. She managed to get to the bed where she collapsed in a heap, her body going limp.
The door to the suite opened and with great effort, she turned her head towards the door.
The hazy figure of a man walked in, broad shouldered and extremely tall, about 6'3. She could not see his face because of her dizziness, but its outline suggested that he was extremely handsome.
Her tongue felt loose and heavy, but she managed to ask, "Who are you?" No sound came out.
The man lifted her properly onto the bed, gently brushing her hair off her face. Shivers raced down her spine.
Delicately, he stripped her of her clothes, leaving her in her lingerie. He pulled off his own clothes, standing proudly naked as he began to stroke her breast.
Her body tensed up from the warmth of his hand and he cupped and caressed her breasts. She peered harder at his face, but she saw nothing as she drifted in and out of unconsciousness. Her breath left her in shallow, hazy puffs.
"What is happening to me?" she thought.
Her body lighted up like a firework when his lips closed around her breasts, drawing her nipples into the hot cavern of his mouth.
A soft moan escaped her lips. His hands traveled up and down her body, stroking her soft dewy skin, leaving sparks and goosebumps in its wake.
They went down again, stroking her inner thighs and she unconsciously parted her legs for him.
"So good," the stranger praised, his voice vibrating around her sensitive nipple. His finger slid into her vagina and every muscle in her back arched.
Her actions were unconscious because her mind rebelled against what was happening, but her body wanted more of his touch.
His finger began to move, teasing her vagina slowly, leaving her hot and wanting. More moans escaped her throat, "A..ah...ahh..."
His lips descended on hers hotly, and his tongue slid into her mouth, waging a battle with hers.
His body moved smoothly over hers and one of his hands covered her left breast while the other grabbed her thigh, pulling her center against his hardness.
Passion, emotion longing, and desire consumed him, racing through his blood and setting it on fire. He wanted more, kissing her with more passion.
"This feels so good," he moaned.
Vanessa's head blanked, making her lose control of herself and slip into unconsciousness.
"For what it's worth, I really hope it is Joe," she thought.
His lips continued their ministrations on her mouth, her face, and her neck as his hands ripped her flimsy silk lingerie apart.
A wild look entered his eyes, his breath warm on her overly sensitive skin, his touch cooling the fire under her skin. His hard body slid down hers, only to tear her panties apart and descend on her pussy with his tongue.
His hands continued to stimulate her breast as his mouth made a meal of her pussy. His tongue slicked over her wet slit and flicked at her clitoris.
Vanessa came apart with a ragged moan. The stranger said something, but it was faint. She surrendered her body completely to him.
Her body, still coming down from the high of her orgasm, fired up again when he sank his huge length into her depths without warning.
"O..oh...oohhhh," she moaned out weakly.
He pulled out of her and hugged her body to himself as he drove into her again.
Sweat shone on his face and his hair flopped into his face scrunched up in concentration as he pummelled into her.
Vanessa's arms looped lazily around his neck as she soared to heights of pleasure she has never reached before. Whimpers escaped from her throat with each thrust as he grabbed her thigh and pulled it up, going in deeper.
Her pleasure mounted, flowing through her body like molten lava, setting fire to her being.
Her skin heated and burned and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Her muscles tensed and quivered until the tension snapped and she wailed, her orgasm rolling through her like a wave.
He kept thrusting lazily, allowing her to ride out the wave before he came with a roar, burying his face in her neck and breathing in the scent of her.
He murmured into her neck but she was already slipping away into unconsciousness.
He set her down on the bed, brushing her damp hair away from her face.
Her body still racked with the intensity of her orgasm, and he stroked her skin, trying to calm her down.
He couldn't resist her allure, planting another kiss on her swollen and ravaged lips. He smiled when she sighed.
Vanessa was aware of his lips on hers and she sighed, tension draining from her body.
"Joe, mine," she whispered before surrendering to the cold embrace of darkness.
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