(Triggered Warning: This chapter contains a sex scene and inappropriate words. If you're not comfortable reading it kindly skip it and move to another chapter)
Paul was a musclebound hunk, and Nancy and Michelle were both surprised to see him taking off his clothes. Certainly, neither of them expected that he would throw his underwear over Nancy’s head.
How shameless! - Nancy thought - How dirty! She closed her eyes and pulled his underwear over her head. Once she could see again, she saw that Paul had positioned himself on the bed, and he was snapping his fingers.
The servants that had been massaging Michelle’s genitals retreated. She climbed on the bed, sat on Paul’s chest, turn
Michelle frowned. She had kissed Paul’s most sensitive place, but even that failed to arouse his interest or desire. He seemed to be weak, suddenly, and she could feel him going soft inside her. She did not want to give up, though. “Are you too tired?” she asked. “Do you want me on top?” Paul scowled and said, “Hush your face.” He was impatient to finish before he went completely limp. He covered her face with his hand, thrust into her a few times as hard as he could, and as he came, he cursed her name. “That was your fault,” he muttered as he rolled off her. Michelle began to whimper. “Paul?” she cried. “What’s the matter with you today? What did I do wrong?” “Never mind.” Paul rolled over slowly and turned to face the wall. Meanwhile, Nancy had finished, not one, b
Nancy took a deep breath, turned, and ran out of the room. She took the stairs two at a time, and she did not begin to slow down until she was free of the house. Once she reached the road, she stopped to catch her breath. She looked around and found that everything seemed surreal. A cool wind blew through her nightgown, and her skin broke out in gooseflesh. A moment passed, and she realized that her feet hurt. She had left the house without putting on her shoes. Nancy turned left, and she followed the sidewalk until she could walk no further. There was a park nearby, and she hunkered down beneath a tree. “What a fool I have been,” she muttered to herself. “Why do I have such bad taste in men?” She blamed herself for everything that had happened to her. “At least I am finally free...” Despite everything that had h
Noah took a hot drink out of the vending machine and handed it to Nancy. She had his jacket over her shoulders and his shoes on her feet. She looked incredibly silly. They had been sitting on a bench for the better part of the night, and as the sky began to lighten, she said, “The sun will be up soon. If Noah had not come after her, she would have been alone all night, and without the shoes and jacket, she might have frozen to death. Luckily, Noah was wearing a warm sweater, and his socks were extra thick. Noah smiled and said, “Let’s go.” “Where are we going?” “A hotel. You can have a rest. When you wake up, I will tell Miss Smith to pick you up.” Nancy did not expect that
The day of the wedding finally arrived, and Crystal was feeling very anxious. She had said that she wanted a simple ceremony, but Eric had disregarded her wishes, and all he had to say for himself was, “Surprise!” “Fuck my life,” she muttered, and he had laughed... as if she had been joking. She hadn’t been. On the way to the ceremony, she looked out the window and frowned. There was a helicopter hovering adjacent to the RV, and it was filming her approach. No doubt, it is being streamed online - she thought. “This is too much,” she said. Eric smiled and said, “It’s for you. I spared no expense.” The road was lined with guests. From among them, Crystal spotted Nathan, and her face
Joyce stared at the television carefully. She was trying to find fault with Eric, to make herself feel better. But the more she looked at him, the more fascinated she became. She wished that she could take Crystal’s place. If wishes were horses - she thought sadly - then beggars would ride... The makeup artists were fixing Nancy’s makeup, and as she looked in the mirror, she thought - I wonder if people will be able to see - She had been told that there would not be a lot of people and the ceremony - So, why are there so many journalists? There was chaos all around her, and everyone was busy. Crystal was doing an interview with the journalis
Nancy turned in his arms so that they were facing each other, and she pounded on his chest with her fists. She could tell that she was not hurting him, and she quickly gave up. “Do you think you can hurt me?” Paul smirked. “You are a weak woman,” he said, and then he ran his hands through her hair, ruining the up-do that had taken two hours to set straight. He had wanted to make her look like a ragamuffin, but her disheveled appearance had the opposite effect. It made her look like an innocent, simple princess. Paul’s breathing became disordered, and he began to pants. He had not intended to take possession of her today. He had only wanted to embarrass her. At this moment, though, she looked pure and attractive, and her appearance made his heart beat fast. Without even thinking about what he was doing, he started to tear open her wedding dress.
As Paul finished speaking, he separated Nancy’s legs. She tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. “No!” she shrieked. “I am not the kind of woman that you think that I am. You said that I pretended to be innocent and pure. You said that I lied to you, but if I had, what would my purpose have been?” “Because you coveted my money!” Paul exclaimed. “Bah!” Nancy’s face soured. “What have you ever given to me, other than heartaches and headaches? I had to bear your bad temper for simple things like getting a new dress, and you certainly never gave me money!” “That’s one of your schemes,” Paul explained. “You bore all of this. You hid your pride to relax my will so that you could gain my trust and defeat me. But luckily, I saw through your schemes.” “When did I get
After having been thrown out of the room, Crystal took out her cell phone and called Eric. When he answered, she told him everything that she had seen. Paul put his fingers under Nancy’s nose, and when she smelled the scent of her vag*nal fluids on his fingers, she nearly threw up. Paul grinned. “You like that,” he said. “Don’t you?” Then, when she opened her mouth to protest, he crammed his fingers between her lips. Nancy began to gag and squirm, but Paul held the back of her head with his free hand so that she could not get away. “What a dirty girl.” He laughed as his fingers rubbed over her tongue. Nancy growled deep in her throat, and she bit them as hard as she could, but it did not help. Paul did not let up. Instead, he sighed and said, “We were just about done, but now I have to punish you for biting me. Y