Celine touches the V of her nightie and encircles her breast. ‘You like that?’ she asked teasingly.
‘What are you doing?’ he inquired with a languid tone, mesmerized by the way Celine’s hands were kneading her breasts while she bit her lower lip and smiled. Even though she was a little out of focus because she keeps on moving around and her phone had a hard time focusing, he could still clearly see what she intended to do.
‘Can you see me clearly?’ She asks as she adjusts the camera and her position on the bed.
He nods, ‘Uh-huh…’ and swallows the lump in his throat. He would have a heart attack if Celine did not stop what she was doing.
‘What would you do if I take this off?’ she asks as she kneels
Celine came to breakfast, planning to ignore her parents. She was trying to make an excuse not to talk to them so she could have a reason not to sleep at home that weekend. A fight seemed like a good excuse, so she could carry out her plans of having sex with Max the entire weekend. They couldn’t stay at a hotel, scared that her friends or people who knew her parents might see them, so they would do it at Baz’s house. They had a room assigned to them in that 5 bedroom mansion he called home, and she couldn’t wait to get naked with Max. He was arriving this afternoon, but before that, she had to execute her “I am angry at you right now” plan.‘Honey, why did you leave early last night?’ Emelia Jacobs, her mom, asked.‘I had a headache.’‘It didn’
Baz and Clara sequestered themselves in the bedroom by the time Celine arrived. She searched for Max and jumped on him when she found him lying on the bed with his eyes closed. “I’m here, my love.”MaxI pretended to smile while hugging Celine closer. After talking to her last night, I searched more about my rivals, their statuses, yearly income, and finally, the pros and cons of being with them versus me. Everything was lined up, I had a chance until I got to the part about family history and parentage. I had nothing. I figured this shouldn’t define me, but no matter what I do, my heritage comes back to haunt me. Maybe they are all correct, I should just find someone with my status or at least someone who does not care if I have one. But the thing is, I’ve never felt the need to settle down with someone until I met Celine.
MaxWho would imagine my siren girlfriend seemed to have gotten better at giving me pleasure in a few weeks? I looked at her suspiciously, wondering how she learned to be a vixen. She expertly pulled my jeans off my body together with my boxers in one swift motion like a magician unleashing a surprise.She grinned when she saw how engorged I was. ‘This woman will be my downfall.’ I thought as I closed my eyes when I felt her mouth around my shaft. The way she expertly wrapped her lips around my dick almost made me come.I wanted her to continue pleasuring me, licking me from base to tip like she does an ice cream cone, but I was impatient. Two weeks without her had me craving to sink into her warmth. ‘Sit on me,&
Two weeks later.Dante surveyed the party, if the woman he was waiting for was a no show again, he would have to go home with one of these socialites, or another of the gold diggers, and he was growing tired of their banter and shallow-minded conversations about who’s wearing who and what new purse or makeup they are trying out and buying at the mall this weekend. Sure, they were fun in bed, but when they expected expensive gifts in return, it became too much.Since he expressed his feelings for Celine, she has been elusive. He thought it was a shoo-in. When she moved to the city, he showed her the ropes at school. He thought she would jump in his lap readily and willingly, but so far, in the four years that he’s known her, the only time he managed to see her was at these boring corporate parties that their parents attended.
Max almost laughed out loud. When he followed Celine and Dante to the patio, he was ready to pummel him down to a pulp and show him that Celine was his and nobody will take her away from him. But this guy, Dante, was a clown, and he could not compare to Max, except when it came to having parents and having a family. He had Clara and Jeremy, but in this society, being an orphan is still a stigma.Max did not have an invitation to this party, but Celine invited him, and since he was in town, he was not staying at home while his girlfriend socialized at another party that looked like an auction. So he decided to crash it, anyway. He learned from Clara that Celine’s dad had planned for her to meet several young bachelors, so she knew what she was missing before committing to a relationship with Max.Celine had definitely objected, but Nathan put h
‘Why are you helping me? What do you need from me?’ He frowned.‘You might have heard I’m a ladies’ man, but I’m not sleeping with you if that’s what you want. I know someone my age who will. But I won’t be your boy toy.’ Tory laughed out loud and something tickled in his mind, a lady laughing, his mom? Why did that thought brush his mind? ‘I am dedicated to Celine, in case you forgot.’‘I want to help with your orphanages, and I was having a difficult time approaching your sister, with all the stuff that happened to your family lately, finding the lost daughter and all.’‘How do you know that? We blocked any press or any other information to leak out?’‘Don’t you know b
Raffy leaned in for a kiss when he felt a palm covering his lips. Max grabbed his face and brusquely pushed him away from Celine. ‘I think you’ve squeezed and sniffed my girlfriend enough.’ Raffy almost fell flat on his back when Max released him and wiped his hand on his trousers.‘Oh baby, you’re back. I missed you,’ Celine said before reaching up for a kiss.Max touched his lips briefly to hers and whispered, ‘Babe, your father is watching right now. Let’s not give him ammunition to fire on both of us.’Celine looked at her father and glared at him. ‘I don’t care. You can take me in front of everyone here to prove we are together.’ she said a little too indignantly as she tightened her hold on his neck.
Victoria Manchester’s house was impressive. It was located in the hilly neighborhood of La Jolla, overlooking the waters of the Pacific Ocean. Max walks through the wrought iron doors welcomed by the high vaulted ceilings and double staircase framing the foyer. Underneath the staircase was an archway that led to the most stunning living room he has ever seen. It was fortified by an elaborate stone fireplace, travertine floors, and arched windows that doubled up as doors that opened out into the garden, giving everyone a clear view of the pathway that led down to the beach.‘Would you like to take a tour of my home?’ Tory came down from the dramatic staircase, making her grand entrance.‘Your house is gorgeous, but I do not want to bother you.’‘No, come, I have nothing to do