LOGIN“I’m so close, baby. Fuck, I’m coming.” “Come for me, baby. I’m so damn ready to explode too.” And she does, her pussy’s warm walls clamp all around me, and that’s exactly the amount of pressure I need to blow my load. Before I know it, we’re both howling with intense—almost blinding—pleasure. Our
“Sit on my face,” I tell her, and feel her eyes on me. “Just take off your panties and sit on my face. Let me eat you, baby.” “Vector—are you sure?” “Damn fucking sure, Liz. Just come up here and sit, and don’t you dare to take that dress off.” I want to smother myself in that gorgeous wedding dre
She frowns, glaring at me. “I told you to stop doing that. You’re gonna hurt yourself someday.” “I don’t fucking care if I get hurt while loving you. I don’t think I would ever regret that kind of pain.” She continues to glare, apparently not convinced. She shifts and starts to get up, but I’m stu
[VECTOR] I never thought this day would ever come. Not before I met Lizzy Jones. It’s all been a whirlwind, my life, that is. From the day I was born to the day I lost everything, I lived a greater part of my life in absolute fear. Fear of not being trusted, fear of not being enough, fear of not b
“It’s okay, papa. It’s all going to be okay.” When my gaze locks with Xavier for a brief second, I know I’m not the only one with a raised brow and a speechless expression. When did the kids grow up so fast? I shake my head, pulling Joey to my lap, afraid he would grow up that fast too. I mean, he
However, before she can finish what she has obviously been struggling to say, I wrap my arms around her and hug her tightly. “I know,” I smile through the tears threatening to spill any moment now. “You can stop now, though. I know for a fact that talking that much non-stop has never been your fort
[LAURA] I felt like I was living the biggest and most significant night of my life. The night that everyone dreams of at least once in their life. A magical night of love and laughter and romance. When we were teenagers, my sister Annie couldn’t stop talking about it. She was different from me e
Tears stream down Aunt’s face as she wipes them away with a handkerchief. “My innocent, little Cristy is not the same. I’m so worried about her, Xavier. I don’t know whom to talk to or what to do to help her.” It does not sound like Cristy at all. I’ve always had a soft spot for my cousin, even tho
Xavier’s hand found mine, his warmth easily distracting me from my task for a while. “I understand,” he said softly, and I hoped it was true. “But you have nothing to worry about. They already know about you; all you have to do is be yourself.” His words were like another punch to the gut. Of cours
Her cold exterior wavers for a moment, and I see a flicker of something in her eyes, a hint of guilt perhaps. But it’s quickly replaced by her familiar, stony resolve. “He’ll get over it,” she says dismissively, rolling her eyes. “It’s not like he was mine.” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “You







