I never broke eye contact as he slicked his already hard cock up with it. It never did take him long to get hard in my presence, especially after working me open when we had stood under the stream of the shower. Shuffling his ass forward just a little, he pulled me close to help me slowly sink onto his cock. Once my ass was flushed against his lap and he was to the hilt, he sighed, and I could see the exact moment that all the stress left his body. "Thank you." He whispered. ______ I got pregnant after a sizzling one-night stand. I didn't know then he was the son of a billionaire mafia Don. That night, he walked over to me with powerful strides that announced to the world, that he owned it. The dim light dancing over his sculptured face, Teased me with a glimpse of perfection. His deep baritone voice vibrated thru my core, and before I knew it, we were back at my place, thrusting into ecstasy. For hours he took me to heaven and back, But on earth, he became cold as ice. Then, without so much as a name, He walked out the door and out of my life. I tried to forget him, Until I got unexpected news from my doctor weeks later. and before I had time to digest the information, I was snatched by two men. Now I'm in the presence of the Don of all Dons, congratulating me on my pregnancy. And the man that took me to heaven, is now tasked to keep me in hell.
Aryana
"Here's your drink!"The bartender had to shout for me to hear. I gave a small smile and collected what had to be the fourth drink tonight. I sipped from my glass of whiskey as I turned my attention toward the dance floor. It was so full that you couldn't see the floor.
The vibe in the club was chill, but I couldn't seem to relax. I was so tired! My schedule was hectic. Between studying hard to get my master's degree in psychology and working part-time to pay for my education, it was no wonder that I was so exhausted. That was the reason why I was here by myself. I just wanted to have a drink and have a night's reprieve from all the stress in my life.
I stared at my drink, watching the liquor bounce around in the glass. Then my eyes strayed back to the dance floor. I was tempted to join the throng of sweaty bodies dancing without a care in the world. It made me envious of how they could dance, as if their week had been much better than mine. I downed my drink, stood up, and went to the dance floor.
By the end of the night, I was feeling better. Turning my head, I noticed someone looking at me, and I stopped dancing. I wanted to pretend I had stopped dancing for another reason, but it was because I was astounded at how strikingly handsome this man was!
He was tall with broad shoulders. With the dim lighting at that side of the club, I couldn't make out his features, but from the high cheekbones and sharp jawline I could see, it was clear that this was a man of a high caliber. His gray eyes gazed at me, and I wasn't sure if he had been watching me all along or if it had only been a passing glance, but it was definite now.
It was hard, but I managed to tear my gaze away, breaking the brief connection we shared, and made my way back to the counter. I ordered a glass of water and hurriedly gulped it down, hoping it would quench the heat in my body. I took a deep breath and looked back in his direction. I furrowed my brows when I couldn't see him. I wondered where he had gone, but I wasn't left to contemplate his whereabouts for too long when he appeared beside me. My breath hitched in surprise.
Seeing his face up close was enough to put me in a trance. His gray eyes glittered whenever the strobe lights flickered over his face. It complimented his olive skin.
"Can I get a tequila?" His deep voice echoed in my ears as he addressed the bartender. The magnetism of his voice was enough to jolt me out of my blatant staring.
When the bartender returned with the mysterious man's drink, I had expected the man to leave. Instead, he sat on one of the stools, leaving me excitedly confused. I was happy he had stayed and wondered if he would speak to me. When I saw him earlier, it didn't look like he had come alone. Weren't his friends waiting for him? I looked back but couldn't catch any sight of his companions. I shrugged. I wasn't complaining.
"Um..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say, as I got lost in his deep gaze that seemed unfathomable.
"Would you like to dance?" The man asked, a small smirk hanging on the corner of his lips.
This stranger wanted to dance with me? There was no way I was about to refuse. I smirked back and stood up.
Wow! Standing beside him made it clear just how tall he was. My head only approached his collarbone, meaning I had to tip my head back to make eye contact with him. I didn't want to admit how much that made my legs quiver.
"Sure," I replied and took his offered hand. As he led me back to the dance floor, I tried not to dwell on how warm and big his hand was. Judging by the calluses on his palm, he was not a stranger to hard work. It made sense with how strong his body looked under his black, silky shirt.
My hips swayed, and my hands and arms began to move with the music. I wasn't aware of my own body, only his, as he placed his large hands on my hips and tugged me closer to him. One dance led to another and another. His skin glistened as the beads of sweat rolled down his collarbone. As the bar faded into a blur, we never spoke to each other, and the world became just us.
Our bodies moved as one. Perversely, I reveled in the dampness of his silk shirt. I imagined being with him in bed, embracing him after making tumultuous love. With my eyes closed, I could feel his breath and heartbeat. I opened my eyes and saw a bead of sweat roll down his face. I followed its path, stopping when it reached his mouth. I don't know how long I stared at his heart-shaped lips. I unconsciously licked my own, and my body was set on fire when I noticed his eyes watching my mouth and tracing my tongue. I did it again, but slowly. I basked in how his eyes got darker and glowed with lust.
He never meant to be her baby daddy .... But the scorching one night stand he had with her was something he couldn't forget until now ___ MICHAEL "I never meant to be a dad... But six years ago, I saw Jade on stage at a charity auction and I was done for. I had to have her. One night with her and I was hooked. She was different from my usual type, but I didn't care. I wanted to claim every inch of her. And I always get what I want. But we never spoke again... until now. She's standing in front of me, looking as gorgeous as ever, with a six-year-old boy who has my eyes. My life just got a whole lot more complicated. I'm not ready for this. I'm a billionaire, used to getting my way, but this is one thing I never saw coming. Jade's secrets and my lavish lifestyle threaten to tear us apart. But I can't deny the connection I still feel for her. And that little boy... he's mine. I can see it in his eyes. I'll do whatever it takes to be a part of their lives, even if it means turning my world upside down."
“Now place your feet on the desk, bend your knees, and keep your legs wide apart.” With each order, he strokes and squeezes my nipple until I’m gasping for air. But I do as I’m told, stretching my skirt up and opening my legs. “Wider. Let me look at that pussy.” Holy shit. I’ve never felt as exposed as I do when he’s watching me intently, as if he didn’t get a full view of me only last night. _______ "When Charlee lets her hair down at the company party and gives in to her desires with the notoriously demanding and private billionaire Harrison Bridges, she thinks it's just a one-night fling. But when he ghosted her the next day, she's left feeling used and humiliated. Determined to move on, Charlee focuses on her career, only to find herself working closely with Harrison on a high-stakes project. As they spend more time together, the undeniable chemistry between them reignites, and Charlee finds herself falling deeper into his enigmatic world. But Harrison has secrets - dark family secrets that threaten to destroy his empire. And Charlee has a secret of her own: she's four weeks late, and she suspects she might be carrying Harrison's child.
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
For seven years, Jillian pursued Bryan with unyielding passion, but he remained distant, his emotions tightly sealed. Disheartened, she left for overseas after graduating from college. Three years later, Jillian, now a successful attorney, sat provocatively on the lap of Bryan's competitor. She flashed Bryan a playful smile and taunted, "What's wrong, Bryan? Are you impotent?" Bryan's restraint shattered in an instant. In a swift motion, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed. The next morning, as Bryan woke up, Jillian flashed a mischievous smile. "Let's keep things casual, okay?"