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 9
He continues to fuck me through my peak while progressively slowing down as I recuperate. I purposefully contract my inside muscles when I regain consciousness in an effort to get him to release, but after a few more thrusts, he pulls away.
Why are you doing that? My speech is slurred. Speaking in a cloud of hazy sex.
Let's try something new, she said. Mark grabs my arm and helps me rise up while allowing me some time to regain my feet. He pulls me into his lap with my knees on each side of him once I'm stable and sits on the edge of the bed.
I get a rare flash of self-consciousness. I'm a dripping mess. My skin could be flushed red from the previous exercise, and my hair is clinging to my face.
Although it's a little too close for my tastes, the position affords me a superb view of Mark, who despite his efforts doesn't seem to have suffered much. He really has absolutely bright skin, primed muscles, and a physically fit appearance throughout. He seems to be able to carry me for five kilometers while running without any effort.
"Ride me," he commands.
I've been fucked so hard that I'm semi-exhausted, but I tell myself that if my body can give me the energy boost I need right now, I'll sleep all day tomorrow. I don't want Mark to be unhappy, and I also really want more of him.
Although the speed he maintained inside of me was exactly perfect, I raise up and sink down onto his cock, bringing him inside of me. I'm happy to learn that I get to determine the tempo this time. His cock makes me feel so fantastic deep within, and every time I grind down, his clit grinds against mine in a manner that makes me crazy. Maybe there's more to this job than I first believed.
My nipples are pinched between Mark's fingers as he holds my breasts in his palms. Another orgasm suddenly bursts through my body, enveloping me in joy and temporarily removing me from time and space.
When I land, he leans to suck on my thickened nipples and rubs his thumb into my clit. He keeps me riding the waves. Everything is too delicate, and I begin to urge him to stop, but he forces me to return before I can finish.
"Oh, my God, yes!" I collapse into his lap and grab onto his powerful shoulders in my desperation. It's stronger than ever, emanating from the center of my being and engulfing every cell in a prolonged euphoria.
My eyes blink wide to see Mark's face gripped in his own climax even though I'm hardly there. This indicates that something in me must have sensed a shift in him. His eyes are tightly closed, his jaw is clenched, and his teeth are gritted. I can feel him pulsating inside of me.
We are both arriving simultaneously.
What are the chances of it occurring during a single meeting, because it never occurs? That's the kind of thing I believe two individuals who are really familiar with one another's bodies may strive toward.
I sneak a second look at his face. He is stunning and has passed the peak but is still in the throes. He is a very gorgeous guy, and at no other time is this true than when he is losing himself inside of me.
I'm struggling to breathe normally while attempting to overcome a general uneasy sensation for which I have no explanation. This may be the finest sex I've ever had, so I'm not sure what the issue is. My body should be saturated with every feel-good hormone it can create.
Perhaps I'm simply worn out and want to unwind now that things are coming to a close.
Mark also has trouble breathing. He places his forehead against mine, caresses my face with one hand, and then brushes a few hairs back behind my ear.
He remarks, "That was so good." I am aware that he is still inside of me as he begins to stroke my back. When our bodies are no longer joined, I move back while holding the base of the condom and hunt for my abandoned clothing.
I point to the doorway to my bedroom and explain, "The bathroom is just over there to the right."
I don't bother with my bra as I put my clothing back on while he is gone from the room. I'll take a shower after he's gone.
As soon as my trousers are fastened, Mark enters the room again, his cock already beginning to stiffen once more, making me have crazy ideas of asking him if he wants to continue.
He sits down on the bed and says, "Are you free after work tomorrow night?" He doesn't seem to be in a rush to get ready.
I wasn't anticipating the query. "I don't do that," I answer. "I told you to -"
I'm not asking to be your boyfriend, he adds as he cuts me off with a grin on his face. I want to know whether you want to meet up again. His gaze briefly wanders to where we had just joined on my bed, where his arms are around me and his cock is located.
"I don't do boyfriends, and I also don't do repeats," I reply.
He frowns while still displaying a hint of amusement, as if I had given him an amusing tale that he isn't quite sure about. You avoid repetitions, right?
"Sequels are never as good as they seem."
He laughs, but it has a hint of annoyance in it.
To remove the creases, I tug on the blanket's corner on my bed. "One-night stands simplify life so much. But Mark, this was very nice. I'm grateful. I'm really happy that we connected.
The guy looks at me with disbelief. I imagine he's not accustomed to being rejected by ladies given the way his face and physique seem. Is that it? he queries.
"What more do you require? Oh, do you like to cuddle?
Instead of responding, he stands up and dons his clothing, snapping each one to make the fabric stand straight. I should have made my standards clear earlier in the evening, and I apologize if he is upset, but I don't have any obligation to him.
He continues, "I'd think you were saying this no-repeats bullshit just to brush me off, but I know you enjoyed it." as he fastens his belt.
"I did."
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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
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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.