In the blink of an eye, I can cause your body to climax with my fingers. I know it's time to change things up when the media begins slamming my bad boy lifestyle. Arcadia is the woman I turn to when I need help. For the sake of avoiding negative coverage, she'll pose as engaged to me. We must exercise caution and avoid being discovered. It's difficult, though, since she's simply so incredibly beautiful. The only thing I can think to do with her is to fuck her hard. She is my "fake fiancée," yet my mistress.
Oh, mayor, fuck me harder!I shove my cock into the S city diplomat so hard that she kicks the vase on the bedhead .
With both hands on her hips, I push, rolling my hips as I assault her from behind. I want to give her a lightning bolt she'll never forget.
Sshe purrs, her blonde hair sticky with perspiration.
I'm fierce and polite in bed.
"You're a man of many abilities," she grins, making my cock stiff as stone.
Yes. Benson Martin.
mayor's youngest. 30-year-old.
The hottest mayor.
I put my cock in her pussy and spin her around. I pull her up and watch as she rubs my big biceps.
She wraps her slim legs around my waist, and I massage my cock across her moist pussy to tease it.
She screams, "Fuck me, keep fucking me!"
I grin and do what she says; no taunting this time. I shove my 12-inch cock into her so hard she screams.
She curls her toes and rakes her claws over my back and shoulders before grabbing my hair.
She's fucking me, grinding her pussy on my cock and supporting herself with her legs. Her body tenses and she throws her head back, mouth gaping.
"Oh, fuck," she gasps mid-orgasm as her pussy spasms on my cock.
This is better than any gym exercise.
Fei Park's legs are wrapped around my waist, and her hot pussy is on my cock. I'll bury it as long as I can.
I'm not a typical politician.
As the youngest mayor in history-I do things my way.
My cock is a diplomatic weapon. Work and sex go together like white on rice, yet I still like them.
"So much more," Fei grins devilishly.
"So do I," I say, punching her cheeks. "Likewise."
The South carolina Hotel's bathrooms are elegant. I step on chilly marble and open the shower door.
We both walk into the shower after I remove her off my cock. Turning the knob, we're standing under a hot spray of water that's fogging up the bathroom.
I grin and spin her around, putting her hands on the shower wall. I move my fingers down her ass and up her hot pussy to her G-spot.
She shivers "Yes" "More."
I remove my fingers from her pussy and trace her lips. She laughs and opens her lips, sucking on my fingers as I angle my cock into her pussy and piston her.
Is your pussy tasty? Hip-thrusting, I ask her. She smiles and nods.
I keep pushing until I felt her pussy convulse again. Fei is moaned and arched.
"Come for me," I say.
"mayor, yeah! Yes! Yes!" Her climax is loud enough for everyone in the hotel to hear. Her screams may break the shower glass.
I smile. "So."
You may believe I fuck for fun. I adore fucking gorgeous ladies as much as the next man, and I'm skilled at it, but this is job too.
"Knees," I grin. I'm her favorite fuck. I'm a woman's best fuck. I'm a good bedfellow. My cock is worshipped.
My tip makes a wet sound as it reaches her throat, but she enjoys every second
"And... I mumble as I slide my cock in and out of her lips.
I brush her cheek with my fingers and then press her farther onto my cock.
My balls are on her lips, she's so deep.
Unstoppable pleasure rages through my veins.
I hiss "Fuck" with gritted teeth. "You're happy."
My pulse thumps in my neck cords. Then I bury my cock as deep as possible in her mouth and explode-hot sperm runs down her neck and she greedily swallows it. I see her throat flex with delight.
Then I take out my cock and watch as she milks it. She licks the tip eagerly.
. The media portrays me as a sex-obsessed bad guy who causes trouble for fun. My motivations are unclear.
I turn to leave Fei. "Remember our bargain"
"I promise," she says, sliding into a hotel robe, "I'll attempt to influence the C city 's mayor toward a more open trade arrangement ."
"Good," I kiss her goodbye. We'll communicate.
I dress myself.
Another transaction closed. This will provide A city many employment. Solid factory employment.
Life isn't all about money and women, I discovered.
I may start a nonprofit or run for government to aid others. Because I could see that A city 's regular folks were being shafted. Nobody heard them.
Change was needed.
What's the problem? How can you oppose a doer?
How discreet can you be with Secret Service in tow? It's like leaving with bells on my shoes.
Despite my best attempts, the press surrounds me as soon as I leave the building.
I put thick shades over my eyes and wave off reporters as lights flash around.
"mayor, are you having sexual contact with S city 's ambassador?" a reporter asks.
Another journalist joins, "Please wait. What were you doing at HB Hotel ? More than work?"
I continue going, ignoring the inquiry.
Another reporter rushes forward, waving "Gov. Aici! One question:"
Secret Service officers surround me, so she can't continue. "Step aside," they say. "Nope. Don't crowd the mayor."
Just as I'm ready to go into my vehicle, a skinny reporter weaves past the throng and Secret Service personnel. He's thrusting a microphone in my face.
Two Secret Service officers stop me from grabbing his coat. They tell me to halt when I attempt to escape.
"Sir, get in the limo," an agent says. "He's useless."
I concur. I swiftly get into the limo's chilly, black leather seats and slam the door.
I lean forward, remove my glasses, and glance up at the car's roof to calm my breathing. Incontestable.
Untying my tie. Despite my best efforts, I'm frustrated.
She finally was forced to death by Winson,the man she loved most,When he found the truth, she was gone forever, Rebirth, she gave up this man, trashed the woman who made her lost her child, but that scum chased her even all his life
Ella White, 20, came from a tomb robbing family. Once she found a beautiful zombie in a tomb , but never expected that it became live again. Ella White really doesn't want to be killed by an ice corpse, even if he was handsome before he died!
She betrayed herself and gave herself over to the strange man who was both wealthy and unbeatable so that her sister may be cured. After one night of intense sexual activity, she grabbed the money and ran off. She believed that from this point on, she would have no further interactions with him. They ran into each other once again three years later. He was a titan in the business world. She served in a less important managerial role at the club. They had another chance encounter because of the hand of fate. They had different sparks this life.
In a previous life, Anna was taken home by her own father, whom she had never met before. Unexpectedly, it was a long planned murder. She was forced to be pregnant and tortured to death. Once reborn, back to a year ago, everything was stuck in a critical moment. This time, it was their turn to live rather than die!
I've been planning our rendezvous for a long time. I merely want to borrow money, but I didn't expect the shackles between us to become increasingly tight. I had no choice but to look for a father for my child, but I didn't expect to find one for myself. Before the meal "You won't be able to eat until you wash your hands." "I won't" "Pay attention! " "That's OK. " I would not have agreed to his proposal if I had known he was such a tyrant!
She was pregnant with a stranger's kid after selling herself to him, but was obliged to marry another stranger. She first felt this was only an expedient marriage; yet, she eventually acquired profound affection for him throughout their married life. When she was ready to give birth, he gave her a divorce agreement. Only then did she know that she loved him sincerely. Later, he came back to her and urged her, “ Please come back to me. I've fallen for you long time ago.”
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.
"Listen, Gadreel Ødegaar," she looked at him, not hesitating this time. "It's my anniversary present for you. Let's divorce." *** Ivory Remington had sacrificed five years to look after her husband Gadreel who was in a vegetative state after an accident and a few months ago, he finally awakened like a miracle. She thought it was the start of their happy life but Gadreel still had no heart for her. On their anniversary and her birthday, she received a cheating video of her dear husband and her stepsister. Heartbroken, Ivory chose to quit this stupid game. She decided to set him free but the reason she left on the divorce agreement pierced Gadreel's noble pride. *** "Impotent? Are you serious?" He gripped her wrist and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "I'm a woman, Gadreel. I'm tired of being in a sexless marriage. Let's end it once and for all." "Sexless, huh?" he chuckled lowly and without warning grabbed her chin in between his hands, pulling her face closer. "Turns out my wife was so eager to get a man between her legs? "