The Pleasure Of Four
"Take your shirt off first, then go get your wine," which thrills me.
I can see the four guys all staring at me as I debate being defiant. After a while, I figure the game may as well start now, so I pull the bottom of my shirt up and continue to observe the guys until the fabric obstructs my vision. They presumably assume a bra beneath, but because this tank has a built-in bra, when I take it off, I am fully topless and am met with smiles from everyone.
It's hilarious to watch four sets of eyes glued to my chest as if they had never previously seen breasts. Even though Mary and Mark had previously seen my breasts, they remain enthralled. All the males follow me as I get up to enter the kitchen, which is to be expected given that I am topless.
I enjoy the pleasure of four men brought to me
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Chapter 7
He stops to glance up at me as I groan, his wide grin making him even more stunning. Then he jumps back in, imitating my noises and actions, doing what I enjoy, and putting all of his effort into getting me to come.
It is quick to complete.
He quickly gets me off by curling two fingers inside of me and flicking his tongue over the top of my clit. He then keeps me riding the peak by sucking on my little pleasure nub while humming, which causes a vibration that I can feel in every area of my body. This dude is knowledgeable.
He is so skilled at licking my pussy that when he pulls away and grins proudly, I almost wouldn't mind if we called it a night.
Almost.
There is no need to quit now, however.
You'll be craving more.
Mark is standing at the foot of the bed, so I turn onto my stomach and go up on all fours, giving him my preferred position.
The question "Do you have a condom?" I ask. Although I have plenty of supplies on my nightstand, he is likewise ready, taking one out of his wallet and arming himself.
He takes his time once again, massaging my ass and the back of my thigh as he assesses the situation. Rebecca, you have a really attractive pussy.
I don't know whether I appreciate this moment of appreciation or if it's making me excruciatingly impatient since I'm so eager for him.
I reassure him, "It's going to feel great wrapped around your cock."
It's "damn right." Before lining up the head of his cock at my entrance, he pinches my leg and gives my butt cheek a little smack.
I don't wait for him; instead, I push back and take his tip inside of me. I try to ask for more, but he maintains his distance. He teases me and says, "What's your rush?"
I mutter, clenching a handful of blanket in anger, "I need you to fuck me." How come you're moving so slowly?
There are certain things that should be relished. Then he demonstrates for me what he means. He presses against me so slowly that it seems like pleasant pain. He moves in close before backing away, leaving the huge head of his cock just inside my door. He touches my body and rubs my clit while simultaneously depriving me of the fullness I so much need from him.
He runs a finger down the length of my spine, and I suddenly become aware of how alert every nerve ending in my body is. My legs are trembling and I feel like I could pass out from want by the time he really commits to me.
The pleasure is so much more fulfilling than I ever anticipated since I was denied what I desired. Mark must have been suffering too because as our bodies finally unite, we both moan together. All of these sensations-the stretch, the depth, the fullness, and the sense of his body pressing firmly against mine-feel better and more intense than they ever have. At least, that is how it seems.
He begins to move inside of me, abandoning his glacial pace entirely. His cadence and intensity go up with each thrust until he is crashing into me and rocking the bed with each pump while his fingers bite into my hip to hold us together.
Just as rapidly, an orgasm erupts and nearly immediately overtakes me. Ah, Mark, what the hell?
When he knows I'm coming, he pushes me even more, and I fucking love it.
Tomorrow my pussy will hurt, and I won't be anything but happy about it.
I pull the blanket closer to me and squeezing my eyes shut so tightly I can see stars. "Oh, fuck, Mark!" Thank God Jade isn't at home because I could never keep my feelings to myself.
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8.9
The rain assaulted the glass, mirroring the storm inside me. For three years, I, Vivian Sterling, played the perfect wife to Julian Kensington, draining my life. The antique clock ticked, a reminder of time lost.
Then, I found it: a blonde hair on Julian's suit, reeking of Midnight Rose, and a text, ""Candy: You left your cufflinks on my nightstand. I'm already missing you."" My world shattered, revealing his betrayal.
This was just the beginning. I exposed Julian's fraud and his family's violent plots, surviving assassination. But their malice stole my past. Then Alexander Vance, my protector, uncovered a terrifying truth: my birth mother was alive, held captive by a shadowy order. My life was a lie, built to shield me from my dangerous bloodline.
I found strength and love with Alexander, the man who walked into fire for me. Yet, as I prepared to rescue my mother, a new life stirred within me, a secret threatening to complicate the impending war.
8.5
BEYON
8.5
"I hate you!" I sneered as I wiped a stubborn tear that slipped past my eyes.
"I am glad we are on the same page" he smirked. I wanted him to feel pain. Excruciating pain
I clenched my teeth " I promise you, I will get back at you".
He looked me up and down and snorted.
" You are poor, your anger can't even get you food to eat"
I swallowed as I fought back tears.
Andre Luster will pay for making me cry. I will make sure of it, even if it's the last thing I do before I die.
***
Lisa Kay is the daughter of the richest man in Denmark. She is a runaway heiress who went to find love. She got married to her college sweetheart , who is also a billionaire. She didn't see the need to tell him her true identity until he stepped on her tail. She has sworn to deal with him but to do that, she has to marry the one man, who is her father's sworn enemy and rival in business.
8.2
On our tenth anniversary, I found the divorce papers my husband, Drake, had secretly filed a year ago.
That same night, I watched him walk into our favorite restaurant, his arm wrapped around his pregnant campaign manager, Chelsea.
I soon learned his plan was more monstrous than a simple affair. He had tricked me into signing the papers, intending for me to raise his mistress's child as my own-a perfect political cover for the wife who couldn't conceive.
When Chelsea later faked a fall and blamed me, the hatred in Drake's eyes confirmed everything.
"If anything happens to her or my child," he snarled, shoving me aside, "I will never forgive you."
He didn't know my secret.
After twelve agonizing rounds of IVF, I was finally pregnant-with twins. He had made his choice, and now I was making mine. I would disappear with my children, and he would never see us again.
7.9
Meet Maya Brooks, a 22 year old who dropped out of school after her father was murdered and her family lost everything.
Determined to uncover the truth behind his death, she takes a job as a personal maid to Ryan Greenville a 25 year old, irresistible CEO known for using and dumping women.
Cold, powerful, and emotionally guarded, Ryan never planned to fall for anyone again until Maya entered his life.
As their worlds collide, dark secrets begin to surface.
Get ready for a thrilling journey of love, revenge, and hidden truths.
8.6
"Her blood type is a match. It’s the only option."
I froze outside the conference room door, the quarterly reports digging into my ribs.
I knew that voice. It was Ben, my husband’s best friend and doctor. But the next voice, cold and devoid of warmth, shattered my world.
"Then we do it," my husband Ethan said. "Chloe cannot wait any longer. If Ava is the match, then Ava is the solution."
For the past month, Ethan had been obsessed with my health, insisting on daily "vitamins" and endless checkups. He called it love.
Standing in that hallway, I realized he was actually shopping for spare parts.
"She is your wife, Ethan," Ben argued weakly. "You can't just harvest her like a crop."
"She became my wife because she was useful," Ethan replied, his indifference cutting deeper than any scalpel. "Now, she can be useful for this."
The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. The nausea I’d been feeling wasn't stress.
I was pregnant.
And those "vitamins" he fed me every morning? They weren't supplements. They were poisons designed to ensure I remained a viable donor.
He was killing his own child to save his mistress.
To him, I wasn't a partner. I was livestock. An asset to be liquidated for parts.
I didn't burst into the room. I didn't scream.
I walked away in silence, my hand hovering over my stomach.
He wanted my kidney? He wanted to carve me up?
I decided right then. I wouldn't just leave.
I would terminate the pregnancy, fake my death, and burn his entire world to the ground.
8.7
Emma Carter is days away from the perfect wedding. Everything is planned: the dress, the ring, the man of her dreams-Nathan Reynolds. But when Liam Blake, her past love, reappears in her life, all the careful control she's maintained begins to crumble. Sparks ignite in secret meetings, stolen glances, and dangerous encounters that threaten her engagement and her heart. As temptation grows stronger, Emma must decide if she will surrender to desire or honor the life she promised herself. Every choice has consequences, every secret could be revealed-and the line between love and temptation has never been thinner.