I had sex with my boyfriend's fatrher, and I'm so into it, because it is not only to revenge my boyfriend's cheating but also enjoy the orgasm of my life
I had sex with my boyfriend's fatrher, and I'm so into it, because it is not only to revenge my boyfriend's cheating but also enjoy the orgasm of my life
If you want to marry into a family where your almost-father-in-law lives, how do you go about enticing him?costs There's a lot of porn and not a lot of solutions. By the time it's all said and done, I'm on my own.
This is how I came to be standing on his front porch in the middle of January, long beyond the traditional visiting hours, dressed in a short red dress and thigh-highs. When I knock on the door, my hands are trembling, and it's not only because the cold wind makes my clothes feel like a thin blanket.
He is awake, despite the late hour. As the door opens and he steps inside, I find myself unable to take a deep breath. Shane. It's the guy who was meant to be my future father-in-law up until a few days ago. It's funny how unexpected changes may occur so suddenly. Or it's just not that humorous. To put it bluntly, I do not feel like laughing right now.
A tall, broad-shouldered guy with enormous hands and a dash of salt and pepper in his hair, he fills the entrance. He's well into his 40s, making him at least twenty years my senior. A scowl forms on Shane's gorgeous face as he realizes what's happening. "Lisa? Where have you been hiding out?
Let's have a chat; I'd like to hear from you. My teeth are chattering so much that I have to tighten my jaw. It's possible that I should have opted for the trench coat instead. Then, at least, I could wear a coat.
William, thankfully, never keeps me waiting. He makes room for me to pass and keeps the door open. When the heat finally kicks in, it makes me shiver all over again. Perhaps I wouldn't feel as chilly now if I hadn't spent so much time waiting outside to build my nerve.
To ask, "What did he do?"
Eventually, I close my eyes and give up on attempting to restore sensation to my digits. What's up?
"You jerk, son. To what end has he put himself into this predicament? He takes hold of my hand and brings it up between us. My left ring finger is noticeably bare. William frowns as he glides his thumb across his bare skin. All of a sudden, the cold has nothing to do with my chills, and everything to do with want.
This is just one more thing that shows how my connection with Max wasn't firing on all cylinders. Jeremy's father is a freak who can do more with a flick of his thumb than Jeremy could ever hope to accomplish with his whole body. However, Jeremy and I never had anything except polite, nice sex, so I was surprised to see him having sexual relations with his secretary. But I don't think he was doing it with the women that came before her.
I'd rather not discuss it more at the moment. After four days of sobbing and yelling at my girlfriends, I'm about to start crying again if I bring up the time I caught Jeremy fucking his assistant like the greatest goddamn cliché eve
However, it is not the purpose of my visit
In all honesty, my primary motivation for being here is vengeance, with pleasure coming in a distant second.
"William." I carefully utter his name. To this day, I still refer to Jeremy as "Mr.Brandon," even though we've been together for almost a year. This separation was important; it served as a constant reminder that I would always think of him as the father of my lover. For the first time in two years, I look up at him and allow all the feelings I've been suppressing and repressing wash over him.
I have ignored a lot of things over the last two years.
William's black eyes widen, then go heated, and he shuts down, closing himself up tight as a reaction. Still, it seems he can't help himself as he swipes his hand over my exposed ring finger one again. "Explain what took place," I said.
The two of us are finished. I wish my voice didn't catch all the time. There will be no turning back, no crossing over to Go, and no taking the $200. This is it; it's finally over.
He gives my hand a tight squeeze and a slow nod of agreement. I think it's safe to say that "you could use a drink.
I need around 10, but one will do for now. In any case, at least he isn't trying to have me evicted. I take it that's a positive omen? I accompany him to the kitchen and observe as he peruses the bottle contents of the liquor cupboard.
His attention to me is minimal. This is really mind-blowing, right?
"Yes." Obviously he can't forget about my beverage. I'm willing to wager that if pushed, he can recall my birthday along with a number of other information that most people, including my ex, have trouble keeping straight.
Nonetheless, William isn't like the average person
As he meticulously prepares a drink for each of us, the warmth seeps into my skeleton. I'm at a loss for what to do with my hands once I no longer need them for warmth, and the pleasant warmth is a stark reminder of how little clothing I'm really wearing. My dress is so short that just just reaches the tops of my thigh highs, and apart from my garter belt, I'm not wearing anything below it. I have on a provocative and revealing outfit, but William hasn't given me a second glance since I stepped in.
Burning sex is a series of sex stories including: fuck with that call girl,sex with my chubby and his best friends( two men one woman)sex with my neighbors,(one man two women), and sex contract, please tune down the light and prepare the tissue and enjoy yourself.
I was mated to Alpha Levi Thorne, and we had a son, Logan. Our relationship soured when his intern, Violet, came into the picture. Levi constantly defended her, ignoring my feelings. When I got pregnant, he initially seemed excited but then chose Violet over accompanying me to a healer's appointment. Heartbroken, I had an abortion. After a public confrontation where I demanded to break the mate bond, I faced opposition from Levi and my mother, who was influenced by him. Eventually, I left, started anew in a different pack, and three years later, negotiated the bond - breaking with Levi, determined to live for myself.
I was reincarnated determined to break my bond with Silas, who favored his sister Bella over me. I planned to join the healer's brigade with Robert. After a series of conflicts and false accusations from Bella, I terminated my pregnancy and finalized the bond break. I faced a rogue's terror blast in Favalon, faked my death as Jasmine, and discovered Bella's true, manipulative nature. Years later, while dealing with a bioweapon threat, Silas saved me but died in the process. Despite our troubled past, his sacrifice showed his true feelings.....
Ava endures years of abuse and humiliation as a loyal servant to Alpha Arther, driven by a vow to fulfill the dying wish of Nelson, Arther's late brother who saved her from a life of trafficking and trauma. Bound by guilt and duty, Ava sacrifices herself repeatedly-taking bullets, enduring torture, and serving as a punching bag for Arther and his sadistic mate, Bellona. As Arther grows obsessed with Bellona, he cruelly dismisses Ava, blaming her for imagined slights and forcing her to endure public degradation. Unbeknownst to him, Ava's loyalty stems from a sacred promise to Nelson, whose memory she cherishes through a wolf's tooth pendant and a hidden journal. When Arther orders Ava to plan his wedding to Bellona in her hometown of Webber-a place steeped in her painful past with Nelson-she begins to unravel, clinging to the last remnants of her shattered dignity. The truth erupts at the wedding when Bellona exposes Ava's pendant, triggering Arther's jealousy. In a desperate bid to save the pendant, Ava nearly drowns, revealing her deep bond with Nelson. Arther, consumed by rage and confusion, discovers Nelson's journal, uncovering his brother's love for Ava and her decades-long sacrifice for his safety...
After six years bound to Alpha Lucian, I stumbled on a clinic scene that shattered my world: he was ordering herbs to protect Vanessa Monroe's pregnancy while aborting mine, all to secure her child's inheritance. Heartbroken, I faked a miscarriage as he played the doting mate, then burned every memory and fled. Lucian later eliminated Vanessa, realizing his mistake, and plastered the world with missing-person posters. In Sylvoth Pack, I posed as married to Ben Foster, a kind fugitive. When Lucian found me, he revealed he'd aborted our baby to save my frail body and was drugged into bedding Vanessa. But I'd already fallen for Ben, who gave up his title for me. I chose a simple life over returning, and Lucian died alone, wearing the only coat I'd made him that I never burned.
I'm Isabelle, once just a ragpicker. Little did I know that I would fall head over heels in love with Xavier Langston, the crown prince of the Brookmere pack. The pack's ancient edict was clear and unyielding – no heir should bond with a lowborn she-wolf. But Xavier, driven by his love for me, renounced his inheritance without hesitation. He endured ninety-nine lashes and knelt in the ancestral shrine for three long moons. However, to satisfy his family's demands, he bedded Claire Sinclair multiple times, all in the name of siring heirs. When I was framed for harming Claire's pup, I finally saw the truth clearly and decided to leave. Later, Xavier uncovered Claire's treachery and began searching for me desperately. However, it was too late......
He backed her against the wall, his voice a low growl. "Don't call me uncle." A teasing smirk touched her lips. "I gave you everything," she whispered. "But you said I was your partner's daughter. That it could never work. The choice was always yours." Prince Matthew's hand cradled her throat, his dominance a palpable force. "The age gap is nothing! only few years. I am not your uncle." The fear of losing her shattered his control. His mouth crashed down on hers in a searing, desperate kiss. His mind screamed that she was forbidden, but his body craved her, and his wolf demanded to claim its mate. With a final surrender, he pressed his teeth to her neck, marking her forever. "You are mine," he vowed possessively. "Only mine." As a billionaire hiding his identity as the next Alpha King, control was his currency. He never expected to fall for his best friend's rebellious daughter. One night was a mistake. A second was a betrayal. But claiming her as his mate? That was a risk he was finally willing to take.
Katherine endured mistreatment for three years as Julian's wife, sacrificing everything for love. But when his sister drugged her and sent her to a client's bed, Katherine finally snapped. She left behind divorce papers, walking away from the toxic marriage. Years later, Katherine returned as a radiant star with the world at her feet. When Julian saw her again, he couldn't ignore the uncanny resemblance between her new love and himself. He had been nothing but a stand-in for someone else. Desperate to make sense of the past, Julian pressed Katherine, asking, "Did I mean nothing to you?"
"My sister threatens to take my mate. And I let her keep him." Born without a wolf, Seraphina is the disgrace of her pack-until a drunken night leaves her pregnant and married to Kieran, the ruthless Alpha who never wanted her. But their decade-long marriage was no fairytale. For ten years, she endured the humiliation: No Luna title. No mating mark. Just cold sheets and colder stares. When her perfect sister returned, Kieran filed for divorce the same night. And her family was happy to see her marriage broken. Seraphina didn't fight but left silently. However, when danger struck, shocking truths emerged: ☽ That night wasn't an accident ☽ Her "defect" is actually a rare gift ☽ And now every Alpha-including her ex-husband-will fight to claim her Too bad she's done being owned. *** Kieran's growl vibrated through my bones as he pinned me against the wall. The heat of him seared through layers of fabric. "You think leaving is that easy, Seraphina?" His teeth grazed the unmarked skin of my throat. "You. Are. Mine." A hot palm slid up my thigh. "No one else will ever touch you." "You had ten years to claim me, Alpha." I bared my teeth in a smile. "Funny how you only remember I'm yours... when I'm walking away."
On her wedding day, Marissa learned she wasn't her parents' real daughter. Once the true heiress returned, her fiancé and adoptive parents cast her off to a rural backwater-and into an arranged marriage. Only the "village" turned out to be the nation's most exclusive enclave, and her birth family led an elite dynasty that spoiled her rotten. Garages held rare supercars; vaults opened to couture and jewels. School or family business, she chose her pace. Her "rustic" husband proved lethal, loyal, and absurdly protective. Her ex crawled back, yet she cut him off cold, "Stay the hell away from me."
Maia grew up a pampered heiress-until the real daughter returned and framed her, sending Maia to prison with help from her fiancé and family. Four years later, free and married to Chris, a notorious outcast, everyone assumed Maia was finished. They soon discovered she was secretly a famed jeweler, elite hacker, celebrity chef, and top game designer. As her former family begged for help, Chris smiled calmly. "Honey, let's go home." Only then did Maia realize her "useless" husband was a legendary tycoon who'd adored her from the start.
For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted. Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke. Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph. Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!" With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off." A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!"
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