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120. Crave to get her
UHASAHello readers, So, another plan and I think this time it's gonna be for sure. What do you think?
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Tuberose 121. Pleasure of being touched [18++]
Ema's pov -As William moves closer, my heart races with fear and anxiety. I try to muster the courage to go along with his plan, reminding myself that this is the only way to get what I want. But the thought of being intimate with him makes me feel sick to my stomach."Just relax," he says, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "Remember, you have to make it convincing."I close my eyes, trying to block out the reality of the situation. I tell myself that it's just acting, a means to an end. As he leans in to kiss me, I try to force myself to react as if I'm enjoying it. But every touch, every caress, feels like a violation.The charade continues, and I feel a sense of detachment as if I'm watching myself from afar. I try to focus on the end goal, on the possibility of finally being with Michael. But the guilt and shame weigh heavily on me, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm betraying him and myself.After what feels like an eternity, William pulls away, satisfied with the performa
Tuberose 122. Pleasure of Lust [18++]
Ema's pov - He then left my lips with a last suck slid down peppering kisses on the corner of my lips down to chin and back to jaw. He then goes down and places sloppy wet kisses on my neck to shoulder blades and nibble there. Meanwhile, his finger reached down to tease my core which was wet again. He starts circling his finger around the clit. And he didn't need to do much for that but still to make me beg and cry near him he massages my clit and inner muscles as I feel aroused again. My insides churns up tightly and he pushes his finger inside me pumping it in and out and as I was to release again he sternly asks me to hold on and with that in a jerk he inserts two more fingers making me yelp in pain which is replaced with the wave of ecstasy. "Fuck…!!! You are damn tight and hungry to release I guess. But wait till I command", he says. 'What the hell.. are we practicing to fuck or really doing that already?' I scream in my head. 'Well if you still don't know then pity you dear'
Tuberose 123. Still distrust
Abigail's pov -The past ten days have been a blur of emotions and turmoil. Ever since the truth came crashing down upon me, revealing that Michael, the man I loved and married, was responsible for the loss of my parents, my world has been turned upside down. The pain is unbearable, and I've been avoiding him as much as possible, unable to face the one who shattered my world.The rooftop has become my sanctuary during these trying times. It's a place where I can escape the suffocating walls of our home and find a fleeting moment of solace. As I sit here now, with a steaming mug of coffee cradled in my hands and my laptop open before me, I feel a semblance of peace wash over me. The night sky stretches above, clear and star-studded, a canvas of serenity that contrasts with the chaos within me.I've always found comfort in writing, and tonight is no different. The words flow from my fingertips onto the screen, a form of therapy that helps me process the storm of emotions raging inside me
Tuberose 124. Love's Resilience
Michael's pov -The weight of the day's revelations hangs heavy on my shoulders as I step into our bedroom. The conversation with Abby replays in my mind like a broken record, her words echoing with a haunting intensity. The claim she made, asserting once again to be Tuberose, the mysterious writer whose identity has eluded us for so long, is like a persistent thorn in my thoughts.I let out a deep sigh as I came to stand by the bed, my frustration seeping through my every pore. It's as if every time I attempt to mend the fragile threads of our relationship, to leave the past behind and move forward, something pulls us back into the abyss of doubt and uncertainty.I slump onto the bed, my tired body sinking into the mattress. Closing my eyes, I attempt to shut out the chaotic storm of emotions raging within me. But even as I try to find solace in the darkness behind my eyelids, her eyes, those eyes that held a certain undeniable truth, continue to haunt me.I clench my fists and punch
Tuberose 125. Something beautiful has begun
Jack's pov -The hospital corridor stretches before me, sterile and dimly lit, as I make my way toward the small haven of hope where my thoughts have been wandering. The weight of concern presses against my chest, the anticipation of news tugging at my every step. I pause for a moment outside the hospital room, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves before I dial the number that's become all too familiar.Chloe's voice is a welcomed melody on the other end, a balm to my restless soul. "Hello?" she answers, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion that tugs at my heart."Hey, Chloe. It's Jack," I reply, my voice softening with genuine care. "I was just wondering how your father's doing."A sigh of relief seems to escape her lips. "Jack, thank you for asking. He's actually doing better. The doctors are saying they might be able to bring him home in a couple of days."I can't help but chuckle, my worries momentarily alleviated. "That's great to hear, Chloe. I'm really glad he's improving
Tuberose 126. Unraveled Desires
***Mature content*** Ema's pov - It's been more than a week but those memories are as fresh as a new budding flower. It wasn't some loving memory nor was it one to behold as but still it still manages to send a tickle on me. That mere moment with him being bare naked and me lying beneath me sends jolt sparks through me as closing my eyes and recall how his hands moved against my body and then he fucked me till no end. Damn!! Ahmm, a moan escapes through my lips as the whole scenario itself manages to turn me on and make me horny. Fuck… what are you, huh? A Greek fucking God or some black magic specialist? Why do I still find myself wet even with the thoughts? Fuck you, bastard! I hate you for this!!! I hate you for hovering over my mind, I seethe. And draw my hand back from my wet core which I subconsciously massaged as I was thinking about him doing so. I wore my satin night dress top back, unbothered to wear my bra first. It's 1:30 pm in the afternoon and I just woke up only to
Tuberose 127. Pure Lust [18++]
William's pov -Ema returns back with a cup of coffee and a glass of water with a few snacks to eat but how to tell her all I need is her to be devoured and not this? Sighing I pass a small smile and sip on my coffee while she walks to her chair, sitting opposite of mine. We discussed our project and then she opened a file on her laptop to discuss it further but my eyes lingered more on her and the valley of her cleavage. Not to forget the marks I left on her were still faintly visible which made my cock twist in pain. Was I that much wild?I was definitely trying to be a saint but it was getting impossible for me with the passing of time. Especially after eye fucking her already, knowing it's a good time and chance, and also this time I don't why but I feel she is dying for the same. Let's start then, but not make it too obvious. I want to see how she reacts to my stunt."Ummm… can you just turn it here and stand beside me. Actually, I'm focusing out due to the distance and your lo
Tuberose 128. The worst addiction [18++]
William's pov -"Fuck… just suck them already!", she screams on my face as I tease her nipples in a slow manner with the tip of my fingers and brush it from them giving pressure."Beg for it, baby… I want you to beg for an instant to order me!", I mused and she looked into my eyes."Beg.. beg for it", I demand as my dick moves up and down from her throbbing sex, which was dripping wet for me to lick on it."Please… please… suck on my nipples and thrust inside me. Puh-lease!!", she cries out and a sinister smirk dances on my lips."That's like a good girl. And now I may grant your wish princess", I mused.My mouth latched on her erect pink bud while my hand rubbed her clit. She was wet enough for me to slide inside but I wanted to take it slow and steady, enjoying every bit. She moans, cries, and breathes irrationally as the pressure inside her builds again and I make her stop. I left her bosom and slid down more as she leaned backward by herself with my hand on her other bosom. My tong
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