Two Years Later… “Is Daddy breaking the rules?” I moan as Aleksei kisses my neck. I’m standing in our bathroom trying to get ready before the priest gets here and our little ones wake up from their nap. “Are they both down?” he asks, nipping at the tender place beneath my ear. I lean, giving him m
The priest’s hands shake nervously as he says the blessing and places the drops of water on my son. Abram is strong and begins to pull at Georgina’s dress, wanting her breast. My angel coos to him, pulling the material down and offering her nipple to his mouth. The priest’s eyes snap up to lock on
“You don’t like my shirt?” I moan, leaning back to give him a better view of it. His other hand comes up and traces around my nipples, which are visibly poking out against the fabric. They’re hard and tight, and I see him lick his lips as his middle finger slowly moves in and out of me. “Da.” He l
“My angel is too important to me,” I say, and look at the disappointment on Georgina’s face. The two men who have set up the hot – air balloon are over by the truck, waiting for my instructions. They took their fill of my wife as she bounded from the car, breasts bouncing, hints of her pussy being
Rosie believes her dreams have come true when hot, rich, and popular Dalton Gomez asks her out on a date. But when it blows over, she's heartbroken. Alone, crying by the poolside, she gets offered tissues by a hotter, taller, and more advanced, handsome version of Dalton. Siegfried Gomez. Siegfrie
“Oh.” I turn to glance in the mirror and I’m surprised by how pretty it is. “I like this one.” “See, I know what I’m doing.” My phone vibrates on my desk and a text from Dalton comes through. Dalton: I’m here. “Is he going to come in?” My sister reads my phone over my shoulder. “Let’s not. Plea
Fuck, it’s been a long day. After a delayed flight that caused a missed connection and having to catch a late flight, I’m kicking myself for wanting to leave early. Sure, I could have stayed in Cabo until I was scheduled to come home, but I’d had enough sun and sand. I’d also had about enough of my
“Hold still,” I say as I take her hand in mine. Once again, the static zips between us, and I try to remember if the rugs in the house usually cause so much electricity. “It’s going to sting a little.” She hisses at the touch of the alcohol pad, and on instinct I bring her hand to my mouth and blow