Hello readers, Well, Ema and William are really hovering with sex. Hahaha...
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
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
Abigail's pov -I am immersed in my writing, my thoughts entwined with the intricate threads of a new plot. It sounds promising, at least in the confines of my own mind. If I'm content with it, perhaps my readers will be too. My fingers tap rhythmically on the keyboard, each keystroke a dance of creativity as I attempt to weave words into a captivating tapestry.But despite my fervent efforts, I find myself facing an invisible barrier, a daunting blockade that hinders the flow of inspiration. Writer's block, they call it. The bane of every writer's existence. I bite the back of my pen, a habit I've developed over time as if trying to extract ideas from its plastic casing. It's frustrating, maddening even, to feel the words slipping through my fingers like sand.With a sigh, I remove my reading glasses and rub my temples. Maybe a short break will do me good. My gaze falls upon Michael's photo frame, a small island of comfort amidst the storm of my thoughts. I pick it up, gazing at his s
Michael's pov -I am holding her close, her warmth radiating against my body. The past lingers like a shadow, but at this moment, in Abby's embrace, I want to believe that I can move on. Doubts claw at me, questioning whether she cheated or whether there was a connection I couldn't fathom.But what if it was just like what I had with Ema? Maybe it meant nothing to share with me, or perhaps fear held her back. It's time to release the grip of the past, especially now that I know William's sinister intentions.I tighten my hold around Abby as if I can anchor myself in the present by holding her closer. The memories of that party night are like a haunting nightmare. The image of William attempting to harm her, to violate her, it's a vision that chills me to the core.If Jack hadn't shown me the proof of William's intentions, if I hadn't intervened, what could have happened? The thought alone sends a shudder down my spine. I press Abby closer, my heart aching at the mere thought of her in
Michael's pov -I retreat into the darkness of the room, grappling with my emotions, my doubts, and the overwhelming need to find clarity. The moonlight filters through the window, casting an ethereal glow on my troubled form. I sink onto the edge of the bed, my head in my hands, as I wage an internal battle.The conflict within me rages on, torn between my love for Abby and the persistent doubts that gnaw at my mind. I can't deny the intense connection between us, the electric chemistry that has ignited every time we're close. Yet, the fear of being hurt again, the fear that history might repeat itself, lingers like a storm cloud.I've yearned for this moment, for Abby's touch, her love, her warmth. But as much as I ache to lose myself in her, I can't escape the need to address the uncertainty that threatens to taint our future. My heart is in turmoil, a whirlwind of emotions that leaves me feeling both desperate and lost.I need answers. I need clarity. And until I can confront the d
Michael's pov -The early morning air is crisp and cool as I walk past the office guard, his surprise evident in his eyes as they widen upon seeing me at such an ungodly hour. "What are you doing at the office at this time, Sir? It's 7 am only," he stammers, clearly taken aback by my unexpected appearance.I give him a curt nod, my face a mask of determination. The truth is, I can't bear another moment in that suffocating house, the walls echoing with doubts and questions that gnaw at my mind. I need answers – about that day, about Abby, about the secrets that seem to have woven themselves into the fabric of our marriage.I need to confront the man I suspect of being involved with my wife, the man who might have shattered the trust that was once the foundation of our relationship. Abby is mine, and I can't stand the thought of someone else intruding upon what's rightfully mine. My heart clenches at the thought of her in another man's arms, her laughter echoing in a space that isn't mea
Michael's pov -I trailed them for 20 minutes, my mind racing with thoughts and suspicions. They parked their car in front of Hotel Sunshine, and I positioned my car about 10 feet away from theirs. I quickly sent a message to Jack, instructing him to handle the meeting, as I continued to shadow their movements.My brow furrowed as I observed Abby's unfamiliar figure. She was dressed in a way I had never seen before, a revealing outfit that contrasted with her usual modest attire. It was disconcerting to see her in such revealing clothing, as she rarely wore anything like that, even in the privacy of our home. Her choice of dress left me unsettled, and my thoughts began to spiral."Is this really her? Am I misinterpreting something?" I questioned myself, my doubts gnawing at me. Despite my uncertainty, I continued to follow them. Their laughter filled the air as they walked, William's arm draped casually around Abby's back. My fists clenched as I matched their steps, my emotions swirlin
Michael's pov -I arrive at my farmhouse, driving recklessly as if trying to outrun the overwhelming reality. I understand deep down that I've lost everything—no glimmer of hope remains. The weight of this realization presses heavily on my chest, an unrelenting ache that threatens to consume me. There's a merciless storm within me, thrashing against the walls of my emotions.Every image from earlier cuts through me, a relentless assault on my senses. It's as if the world has taken on a malevolent hue, with every sight and sound a cruel reminder of the torment I'm enduring. The scene replays in my mind—their intimacy, their connection. He thrusts into her, and her moans pierce the air like a blade to my heart.His grip on her is possessive, fingers digging into her chest's flesh, while his face remains hidden in the crook of her neck. Her nails dig into his back, their shared pleasure a stark contrast to the pain that surges through me. "Aaaahhhhh..." The sound tears through me, and in