Hassan Al-MakkiFrank realizes I won’t say anything, so he approaches and serves himself coffee while I sit with my cup, starting to browse the news from the Middle East, my parents’ messages, and some sports updates.I notice several messages from an unknown number arriving, and an odd feeling takes over when I realize it’s from Carolina’s husband, asking me to take care of her.If the man knew that the most I did last night was care for her body, feeling her touch on mine, it was different. All I want right now is to go back to that room and inhale her scent again.I close my eyes, feeling the guilt trying to consume me. Just as I was about to drink my coffee, I notice it's already finished, so I stand and refill the cup.As soon as I sit down, the sweet perfume fills the kitchen. I see her eyes searching for someone, smile, and reassure her.However, hearing that she’s probably pregnant feels like it’s opening a gap between me and this beautiful woman, wearing a dress that accentua
Mattia de Luca“Fabrizia already said that I remember Giulia's party,” I say, irritated.My secretary might as well be a wife, with her insistence on hovering over me about my daughter. If she weren't so competent, I would have fired her already.I continue to review all the documents that need my attention. My company specializes in the production and distribution of fuels.I own the corporation across the entire Pacific West Coast, making me one of the biggest CEOs in the fuel industry.My life isn't just about Oil Corporation. Six years ago, my wife Antonella passed away after a battle with cancer, leaving me and Giulia on our own. I try to do my best, but looking at my daughter reminds me of how alone I am.I ended up distancing myself when I sent her to a boarding school in Washington. She comes home for the holidays, and we try to connect.Having a daughter who is almost twenty sometimes feels more challenging than it should. But my love for her is unconditional. I give her the
Alessa SullivanThe party was about to start, and I was so excited about everything happening. I never imagined I would win a scholarship to George. I'm just an orphan girl who, by the misfortune of losing my parents, received a government scholarship for a private boarding school and, later, had my college funded.I knew my parents were important to the government, but I had no idea who they really were.My friend Giulia had already left our dormitory to go to the hall, prepared for our class graduation and the presentation of our group that got into the residency program. I'm not a nerd, but I work hard to get good grades and stay above average to keep receiving the government's benefits.I looked at myself in the mirror after putting in my contact lenses; the lights would give me a headache from the reflection, so I thought it was better to come and change them. I touched the pendant of my necklace again and looked at the picture I had with my parents.“I'm almost graduating!” I sa
Mattia de LucaCazzo di merda…I glance at the girl next to me and only now remember when Giulia was home last holiday trying to convince her friend to join us. I glanced at her image then but didn't really take in her features.Now, I'm shocked to realize that she's just a girl, not a woman who simply hasn't found the right person yet.I'm such an idiot for not realizing that she was just a girl who probably wanted her first time to be magical.I took her virginity with her facing away from me, and I wasn't gentle; instead, I was like a raging buffalo, thrilled to feel how tight she was. Now that Giulia has left, I’ve practically kidnapped my daughter's friend. I need to make amends with this girl for the terrible man I've been.But as I sat her down in the car seat, she still smelled of me, I saw how she was craving my touch, and I nearly took her lips in mine again.I need to think of what I can do to make amends with her. Who knows what this girl might think of this, she might see
Alessa SullivanGoing with Giulia's father, I don't know where, wasn't what I was planning above that night. In fact, neither was giving my virginity to an older man.But now I'm sitting here in front of him, with his hand on my chin, looking for some sign that I'm insecure about being there in front of him.It wasn't insecurity that was making me think, but I was thinking about what to say to Giulia about my disappearance with her father. I don't want to lose your friendship, it's very important to me.“I accept your proposal…” His lips stick to mine and I let him lead that sensual dance with his warm, enveloping tongue.Before long, I was lying under him on the sofa with its extremely comfortable gray fabric. I grip the collar of his shirt tightly, keeping him trapped in my body.I feel him pull away from my lips and when I open my eyes he looks confused, staring at me.“That's wrong…” He doesn't finish the sentence. “Maybe, but it's too late now.” I start unbuttoning his shirt.
Mattia de LucaEjaculating outside her was something visceral; it was as if I needed to show her how much I desired her, that at that moment she belonged to me.And damn, what a hot girl she is. Even when I was like a bull having sex with her from behind, forcing my way in, she did not reject me and endured the pain I caused her.But when I put her to bed and gave her the affection she deserved for the first time, her body was still swollen and tighter than our first time.I was frustrated when I saw her get up and leave, and something inside me wanted her to stay with me in that room to have another round of sex. I also felt the need to take care of her in many ways.I'd been sitting on the sofa in the apartment for hours, thinking about the mistake I'd just made.“Maledetto!” I say loudly, rising from the sofa.How could I let this happen, I could destroy Giulia's friendship, even more so knowing that she's so fond of it.As my mind wanders back to the moments I spent with Alessa,
Mattia de LucaI change into a shirt and sweatpants and go out to meet my daughter, who is probably preparing coffee since she loves her caffeine in the morning. I walk slowly, still feeling the weight of exhaustion from going to sleep nearly at dawn. As I enter the living room, I'm faced with Alessa wearing sunglasses, hugging a pillow that I had laid down before taking her to bed.“Did you sleep late, papà?” I smile at Alessa on the sofa and go towards my daughter.“Yes, I was watching the news.” She starts laughing and I'm confused.“Are you this tired because you slept late or because your visit left you exhausted?” she starts laughing and pours us coffee. “Come on, Alessa.”“Giulia, watch your mouth!” I scolded my daughter even more in front of the girl who was with me all night.“It's not like I don't know about your love affairs, Dad. It's time to move on.” I sit down and drink a cup of unsweetened coffee to wake up immediately.“Giulia?” I hear Alessa scolding my daughter.“Co
Giulia de LucaBeing the daughter of the CEO of Oil Corporation has brought me benefits that many can only dream of achieving one day. But the one thing I wished for with all the financial power, my father holds was that it could have saved my mother from this damned disease that is consuming her body day by day.My father used all his influence to be able to spend the day here at the hospital; they would rather not allow me to stay, since I was still a teenager. As I read "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea," my mother's weary gaze made me anxious with every line."Giulia?" Her tired voice caught my attention.I put down the book on the armchair and moved closer to the bed. Despite her fatigue, my mother shifted and asked me to lie down beside her."My little one, I love you as much as the universe," she said, repeating what she always told me before going to sleep."I love you too, mamma!" I snuggled into her arms.I felt that she was saying goodbye to me. I searched for the frag
Hassan Al-MakkiFrank realizes I won’t say anything, so he approaches and serves himself coffee while I sit with my cup, starting to browse the news from the Middle East, my parents’ messages, and some sports updates.I notice several messages from an unknown number arriving, and an odd feeling takes over when I realize it’s from Carolina’s husband, asking me to take care of her.If the man knew that the most I did last night was care for her body, feeling her touch on mine, it was different. All I want right now is to go back to that room and inhale her scent again.I close my eyes, feeling the guilt trying to consume me. Just as I was about to drink my coffee, I notice it's already finished, so I stand and refill the cup.As soon as I sit down, the sweet perfume fills the kitchen. I see her eyes searching for someone, smile, and reassure her.However, hearing that she’s probably pregnant feels like it’s opening a gap between me and this beautiful woman, wearing a dress that accentua
Hassan Al-MakkiBeing the son of the Sheik brought me far more problems than joys. I had the misfortune of losing my beloved wife while we were still expecting our first child.There were men who believed we weren't worthy of being who we were, or of my father holding the position of ruler. I spent months in depression, and before things could get worse, I decided to run away from it all, leaving Raja, my sister, as the heir.I fled to America, using my military knowledge to get a job as a security guard. I managed to land a position with a pop singer, but like me, he suffered from depression and ended his pain by taking his own life in a bathtub with many sleeping pills.Even though I ran away from my responsibilities in Sudan as the future Sheik, I never stopped sending updates to my parents and kept my faith in Allah, always carrying my masbaha with me, even at times during work.For some reason, I was chosen by Mrs. Lira to help protect her during the rescue of her son, who was in
Bruno AlcântaraI run my arm along her thick, defined thigh, pull her towards me and sink my nose into that sweet-smelling pussy I love. I use my fingers to part her lips and find that reddened nerve full of arousal.I leave her exposed, her skin rosy, and smile as I bring my tongue closer. I start licking from bottom to top, lingering on her clitoris, circling, sucking, biting and squeezing. The nectar I hadn't felt for almost a year came onto my tongue, bewitching me as if it were a dose of the drug I'm addicted to.The muscles in his legs were trembling, I felt his body relax, and I looked up to see a beautiful smile on his lips. His hands were free of my hair and I felt a caress on my beard, which was longer than usual. I lay my face on her hand, receiving her touch there.Her body slides down mine, sitting on my lap, our gazes meet and I can see all the pain there, the accusations that still linger in her mind and certainly, mine too.“Forgive me, my Goddess.” I beg again.Still
Bruno Alcântara Last night, she swore she would never trust me again, that our marriage would become nothing more than a facade. For months, she didn’t say a single word to me unless it was strictly necessary, just enough to keep anyone from noticing something was wrong. Even while hating me, she never reported me to the council. I won’t deny I felt a little afraid during every visit we were forced to attend together. She would always talk privately with our mothers, Fritz, and Alex. It was as if she enjoyed hinting that she had something against me. My mother stopped talking to me entirely during that time. They all punished me, and I accepted it silently. The seatbelt sign chimes, pulling me out of my memories. I need to focus on what to do. This time, it wasn’t my fault, even though I knew I had promised never to drink in anger again. The landing jolts me back to reality. The damage was done; now, I can only hope my Goddess will at least let me talk to her. When my pl
Bruno Alcântara Seeing my Goddess step off the plane, leaving me behind, was a clear sign I’d suffer the consequences of my mistakes. Not for sleeping with someone else, thinking it was her, but for promising I’d never drink to the point of doing something stupid again. As the plane took off, carrying me home without my wife, it brought back painful memories from a little over two years ago. I had been in New York for the launch of the “SMOKE” branch. My company was growing rapidly, and new branches needed to be opened in various locations. This week, it was San Diego’s turn. All the employees had already been hired, but I was irritated because, on the most important night for our company, my Goddess wasn’t by my side. She was out there, helping with tasks that my stepfather’s son should have been handling. I sighed deeply, rubbing my forehead to calm myself. I’d already tried calling Carolina a dozen times today alone, but all my calls went straight to voicemail. “Mr. Alcân
Carolina Alcântara I take off my clothes and step into the shower, hoping to cool my body down and maybe wait for the company of a bold Arab. In just two days, he reminded me how good it feels to have sex for pleasure. Not just for revenge. I need to figure out what he meant about who he is. Maybe it’s time to ask Joyce for a small favor, without sparking Carlinhos’s curiosity or making her spill the beans to Bruno. “Kayf takhunin amra’atan mithluk Sayidati.” "How could he betray a woman like you, madam?" I smile, pleased to know he’s joined me. I glance back to see if he’s planning to shower with me. “What did you say?” I ask, just to be sure. “That I can’t believe he had the audacity to betray you.” I look at his face and notice the sincerity in his eyes. “We need to be quick. Frank said he’s expecting guests later, and we still have your appointment,” I say, turning to him with concern. “Guests?” He nods while removing his clothes. “Yes, it seems Mrs. Lira and M
Carolina Alcântara “If it were dangerous, it wouldn’t be under Vanessa’s protection. What do I need to know about you, Hassan?” I ask because a warning goes off in my head. “I’m not dangerous, Sayidati, but I have my reasons for being here and not in Sudan with my family,” he says in a melancholic voice. He responds by placing his hand on my shoulder, while the other encourages me to move on top of his erection, which I can already feel. Unfortunately, my phone starts ringing, and I see my ex-husband’s name on the screen. “You’d better take it,” Hassan says, and I shake my head. “I won’t answer. This isn’t the first time he’s cheated on me, Hassan. Right now, I just need distance.” I say, frustrated. “I still don’t know what to do about any of this…” “I’m sure you’ll figure something out, I just want to ask that you keep me alive in the process.” I burst out laughing, but agree with him, and he lets out a relieved sigh. “Tell me what will keep this pregnancy going, and I’ll
Carolina AlcântaraI sit in the office, extremely reluctant. I didn’t expect Hassan to remind me about Bruno within the first twenty words after we had sex. It’s frustrating that this happened. I hold my large cup of black coffee as I try to organize my mind, which is now filled with pending matters, especially with the Swiss. I turn on my laptop and try to focus while I wait for my mother to pick up. As I hear the persistent ringing on the other side, I begin looking over the movements of the cash register from last week, especially the people who visited the Swiss, hoping to close a partnership. My inbox is full of messages from both Juliana and my brother, I sit in the office, extremely reluctant. I didn’t expect Hassan to remind me about Bruno within the first twenty words after we had sex. It’s frustrating that this happened. I hold my large cup of black coffee as I try to organize my mind, which is now filled with pending matters, especially with the Swiss. I turn on m
Carolina AlcântaraI look at his body, admiring it, and I like what I see. Hassan is really well-built, and the fear arises the moment I see him tearing open the condom package to put it on his erection. The smell of strawberries makes me crave a box of condensed milk.I run my tongue over my lips, wanting to put it in my mouth and test how far I can swallow. He smiles and shakes his head, and I’m sure he’s as impatient as I am at this moment.Hassan grabs my ankles and pushes them toward my butt, leaving me open and exposed to him. I smile as he approaches my knee and leaves a kiss there. I watch as he picks up one of the pillows, not understanding what he’s going to do.“Just to make you comfortable, now raise that sexy ass.” I do what he asks.Hassan begins to settle between my legs, but he doesn’t enter me. Instead, he lies down on top of my body and kisses me gently. I feel his respect as he touches me.He lifts my chin again and smiles at me.“You know, after tonight, our relatio