His jaw clenches and I can tell how much he’s aroused now, because his nostrils flare and the possessiveness washes over me in waves. It is why I say things like that; I know they make him shed his control and turn into the powerful dominant who’s able to tear my world to pieces.And then he curses and I get wetter at the thought that he wants me so much, he can not contain it. Other men sound coarse when they curse, he sounds hotter than sin.“What’s mine?” His voice is thicker, deeper.“My pussy. It is yours.”“Fuck.”“Yes, please fuck me.”He closes his eyes, and even though his jaw is in a rigid line, I think he’s trying to conjure some form of patience, but when he opens them, he is not calm. On the contrary, his eyes are nearly black with all the shadows crowding his masculine face.“What did you just say, baby girl?”“Fuck me.” It is barely a murmur now, a bit unsure since he’s pressing hard on both my nipples and my clit, playing with the tight tips, teasing and rolling them b
DANIELwyneth is fast asleep.I can not stop staring at her. At the delicate lines ofher face, at the slight flutter of her long, thick lashes over her cheeks. At how her fiery hair frames her face.But most of all, I can not stop staring at the blood.Her virginal blood, because she hasn’t had sex before. She hasn’t let a dick inside her, and I acted like an animal and took her against the wall.If I had an ounce of control, even a sliver, I would’ve stopped and carried her to a bed. I would’ve put on a fucking condom like I usually do. But all those thoughts did not exist when she had her legs around me, rocking against me as if she’d waited for that moment as long as I have.There was no thinking, period.I should’ve known better. I really should’ve known fucking better.I leave her on her princess bed, with muslin curtains and fluffy pillows, and head to her bathroom to wash my dick.It is covered with remnants of my cum and her blood. And I can not stop staring at it. At the evi
She quickens her pace and I use her hair to keep her in place as I rock my hips, hitting the back of her throat.She sputters and chokes, but she does not attempt to push me away. If anything, she encourages me. She opens her lips the widest possible and lets me fuck her mouth.And I do it. I thrust forward until the friction is unbearable, until all my blood rushes to where her skin meets mine, where she’s handing me the reins to use her mouth any way I see fit.My back muscles tighten with each jerk of my hips and I can feel the orgasm ripping through my balls.Before I know it, a growl echoes in the air as I empty down her throat.“Do not swallow it all,” I order as I pull my dick out of her wet heat.She stares at me with those eyes that I always feel the urge to see in order to gauge her mood through them.“Keep my cum in that mouth.”She clamps her lips shut and a trail of cum streaks down her chin. I sit up and pull her toward me by the arm and then my mouth is on hers.I thrus
GENEVIEVEAs their journey continues, the young couple's love story becomes a shining example of the enduring power of passion, commitment, and shared dreams. It is a story of love that evolves and deepens, becoming a treasure to be cherished.With the passing of years, their passion transforms into a rich and profound connection. Their love is a wellspring of strength, providing unwavering support through the challenges and triumphs of life. The ardor that once defined their youthful days is now a steady flame, radiating warmth and stability.Their desires, though they have evolved, are as powerful as ever. Their longing is not just for the touch of a hand or the taste of a kiss, but also for the companionship, shared adventures, and the knowledge that they are on this lifelong journey together. It's a love that has transcended the confines of youth, deepening into an unbreakable bond.In the face of life's trials, their passion remains a source of solace and inspiration. It serves a
Because even though he’s standing up for me, he’s doing it in a way a guardian would. In a way where I am just under his care.Where I depend on him.“I do not approve of this, and neither does Brian,” Debra announces. “You need to divorce her.”“With all due respect, I couldn’t give a fuck about what either of you think.”“Daniel! How dare you speak to me in that tone?”I sense it then, the hardening of his walls. They are turning into pure metal with each second and I want to stand and check on him, make sure he’s okay, but his demeanor stops me. This Dan is kind of scary, and it is not the type of fear I would jump straight toward. This type is darker and causes my spine to jerk into a line.“Leave, Mom,” he grinds out through his teeth. “And do not come back here again.”“I am not moving until you promise to do the right thing.”“The right thing? What’s that, Mom? Is it throwing me at the staff to raise me? Or maybe it is trying every trick under the sun to get rid of me when you
DANIEL“I thought you would not survive Mrs. Van Winter.”I glare at my nephew as he slides on top of the conference table, facing me. The other partners left, but he stayed behind to play the bastard role.“You knew she was coming and did not tell me?”He raises his hands in the air. “Hey. I only got the call after she left. A furious one at that in all of Mrs. Van Winter’s snobbish glory. She kept asking if I knew and then said of course I did and that I should bear the consequences if this becomes public and all that fun stuff. But most of all, she was royally pissed that “the little girl” kicked her out. Ginny really did that?”“Genevieve. The name is Genevieve.” And she did. She kicked out my mother even though she’s not the type who shows rudeness without a reason. Despite her smart tongue and sass, she’s not an antagonist. But she has a strong sense of justice and that is what pushed her to talk to Mrs. Van Winter that way.I have been in a gloomy mood ever since she left this
GENEVIEVEIn the realm of youth, where the world is painted with vibrant colors and every emotion is felt with intensity, love takes on a form that is passionate, fierce, and irresistibly exhilarating. It's a whirlwind of emotions that ignites the hearts of young lovers and sets their souls ablaze.Young love is a force of nature, untamed and unyielding. It's the feeling of your heart skipping a beat at the mere sight of that special someone, the electric charge that runs through your veins when your fingers touch, and the rush of excitement that makes the world seem like a playground of endless possibilities.Desire in the throes of young love is like a firecracker on the Fourth of July, a burst of energy and fervor that consumes every thought and action. It's the longing for stolen glances, secret rendezvous, and whispered confessions in the moonlight. Every moment spent together is a treasure, every stolen kiss a taste of paradise.Passion in young love is a tempestuous sea, with w
“My evening, Dan. I was having fun until you showed up.” I am feigning nonchalance and lying through my teeth.No, I wasn’t having fun. I was miserable and headed down a path I did not like even in my intoxicated brain.“You were having fun grinding against those kids and I ruined it, is that what you are saying?”“We…were dancing.”“I saw your ass and stomach rubbing against their fucking dicks, Genevieve. There was no fucking dancing involved.”“Maaaybe.”“Did you like it?” His voice is calm, but his entire body is tight, especially the hand on the steering wheel. That strong, veiny hand that I dreamt about when he wasn’t there.“Did I like what?”“Humping them, gliding your body against their dicks and turning the two of them so fucking crazy with lust that they would’ve taken you on the dance floor. Did you like it?”“Maybe I did. Maybe I am a slut.” I throw his jacket to the side, still high on the alcohol-induced adrenaline.I remove my seatbelt and close the distance separating
ONE YEAR LATERon’t cry…I am here…” I croak, patting my hand “D on a chubby chest and holding another chubby bottom so she can suck on my breast.Only…I am not holding anything. I am not sitting down either and I am only touching the mattress.I startle, my eyes flying open.Our bedroom comes into sight with the pulled-down curtains that make it dark even though the clock on the wall reads ten in the morning. I fumble for the baby monitor, my heart beating so loudly, I hear it in my ears.Holy shit.Shit.Where are my babies? I clearly remember falling asleep breastfeeding Lily and rocking Logan back to sleep around two in the morning.Did I lose them somehow? Dan spends one night working late in the office, one night, and I lose our twins?They are three months old—I think I got pregnant that day before Dan’s birthday a year ago. As soon as we found out the news, I was ecstatic, but that can not be said about everyone else. Dad wondered if I was going to be fine with law school and e
THREE YEARS LATERSomething is evidently amiss, and the signs of its presence are glaringly conspicuous. The unmistakable manifestation of this disquieting anomaly lies in the unequivocal fact that Genevieve, a typically unwavering and unswerving companion, has taken a perplexing turn towards avoidance when it comes to me.A deviation of this nature is an anomaly in itself, as Genevieve has historically been impervious to any inclinations towards avoidance, even in those moments when my behavior has teetered on the precipice of insensitivity and provoked her ire. Instead of retreating or descending into a sullen disposition, she would typically seek solace on my lap, insisting that I impart lessons on decorum and propriety. However, the current situation presents a stark contrast, as she has continued to maintain a conspicuous distance from my presence for a duration spanning two whole days. This departure from her established demeanor is compounded by another observation that is not
GENEVIEVEIn the end, love's difficulties remind us that love is not meant to be perfect; it's meant to be real. It's not about avoiding conflicts or challenges but about navigating them together, hand in hand. It's about finding the courage to confront the issues that arise and the humility to recognize our own flaws.Through the difficulties of love, we discover that love is a dynamic force, ever-changing and evolving. It's a journey of self-discovery and a shared adventure with another person. It's about learning, growing, and evolving together.Love's difficulties may test our patience and resolve, but they can also deepen our emotional connection. They make the moments of laughter and tenderness all the more precious. The difficulties are like the shadows that define the contours of the relationship, making it multi-dimensional and unique.Ultimately, love's difficulties are part of the intricate mosaic of life, and they are a testament to our humanity. They remind us that love i
DANIELknew this would be hard, but I did not think it would be this fucking unbearable.There is always been an emptiness inside me—it comes with all the baggage of being an unwanted child. But I have managed it well through the years.Or, I thought I had.Turns out, I was only numbing it with no way to effectively deal with it. Which is why I am here, in the middle of nowhere.On the mountain.I have done a lot of hiking and thinking, mostly about her.The girl I left behind without a word because her dick of a father is testing me.“Stay away for a while and take the time off as an overdue vacation,” he told me that day. “If she’s really serious about you, she will not move on. But if she does move on, you will fuck off from her life.”He also wants ten percent of my shares, which will give him the majority in W&S. We agreed to never sell our shares to outsiders or each other in order to keep an equal power balance. But he’s using the circumstances to twist my arm.I agreed anyway.
In the tapestry of love, the difficulties form intricate patterns, weaving together the fabric of our experiences and memories. It's in the trials and tribulations that we discover the resilience of the human spirit, the ability to bounce back from heartache and forge ahead with newfound strength.The journey of love teaches us that perfection is not the goal, but rather, it's the acceptance of imperfections and the willingness to work through them. It's about recognizing that no relationship is without its share of obstacles, and that the process of overcoming them is where we find growth and deep connection.Overcoming the difficulties of love requires a commitment to self-improvement, patience, and a profound understanding of our partner. It's about listening, compromising, and showing kindness even when emotions run high. It's about finding the balance between individual growth and the growth of the relationship itself.In the end, love's difficulties are an invitation to embrace
GENEVIEVEate is gone.He disappeared the same day my life shattered topieces after I learned I have had a mother all along who did not know I existed.The same day my dad threatened to remove her from my life again.The same day I cried until there were no tears left, then instead of going home, I went to Dan’s apartment because I needed him. Not anyone else, just him.He’s the only one who’s able to chase away the chaos and make me feel at peace.He’s the only one I think of when my world splinters to pieces. It is not that he mends it together—he’s not my fixer. He’s just the other half who helps me in being me.In fighting away the emptiness.But he wasn’t there and his phone was turned off.So I called Sebastian and he said he had no clue where his uncle was. He still does not. Because Dan left nothing behind and the perpetrator is my father.I could feel it deep down in my heart that Dad had something to do with it. Not only did he drive Dan away, but he also made him the devil
DANIELknew something was wrong the moment I saw Genevieve sneaking up behind a car.Then came King’s fucking loud voice, because he does not know how to stay quiet.Then Aspen’s full-body shudder as she barely remains upright.But the only person I care about is the girl who’s standing in front of them, her mouth falling open and her nails clinking against each other fast, as if she’s on a mission to injure herself.I step to her side, holding her elbow because she’s on the verge of something, and it is not something good.Her gaze slides to mine and it is a myriad of confused, muted colors as she gulps. “Dan…they said…Dad…called her my mother. It is not true, right?”I tighten my jaw, then glare at King, who’s clenching his fists because he knows he fucked up. He couldn’t just keep quiet. No, he had to make a scene and have her find out this way.He hasn’t been subtle at all since he woke up from the coma. Even I could see that his animosity toward Aspen was uncalled for. She hit ba
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to the edge. My fingers splay out on his shoulders and then I am kissing him again because I love it. I love how his tongue toys with mine and how he nibbles on my lips, letting me know who’s in control.And he is, because I completely let go and I still feel powerful as fuck. He makes me feel it with the way he worships my body, the way his hands are all over my breasts, my waist, and my thighs as if he can never get enough of me.He makes me feel powerful by wanting me with a ferociousness that turns him animalistic, and I get off on that.I get off on how he wants me, not caring about the consequences or what the world thinks of us.While he’s still kissing me, he frees his cock and lifts me slightly off the table so he can drive inside me.“Oh, God,” I mumble against his lips, my eyelids slowly closing.“No. Look at me while I fuck you, wife.”I open my eyes and our gazes lock as he thrusts into me slow and long and deep. So deep that h
The complexities and difficulties of love also underscore its uniqueness and value. Love is not a one-size-fits-all emotion; it's a highly personalized experience that varies from one relationship to another. Each relationship comes with its own set of trials and tribulations, but these challenges can be the very catalysts for profound connection and personal growth.One of the most remarkable aspects of love is its ability to evolve and mature over time. As a relationship weathers storms and navigates the ups and downs of life, it can deepen and become more profound. The difficulties faced together can serve as the building blocks of resilience, forming a bond that can withstand even the harshest of trials.Moreover, love has the power to teach us valuable life lessons. It teaches us patience and the importance of compromise. It encourages us to let go of our ego and prioritize the happiness and well-being of our partner. Love fosters empathy, as we learn to see the world through the