AvaI sat on the bed, my hands holding onto the sheets tightly against my body, with my gaze locked on Caspian as he adjusted his clothes. The movement was smooth, almost practiced. He seemed so casual, but I could feel the tension lingering in the air between us. I didn’t know how to handle it.“Goodnight,” Caspian said, his voice steady, almost detached.I didn’t answer. Instead, I simply turned my face away, unable to look him in the eyes. He grabbed the door handle and left the room, closing the door behind me with a soft click that felt like it echoed in the silence.Once I noticed he was completely away from me, I exhaled sharply, running my hands through my hair in frustration. What had just happened? What had we just done? I wasn’t sure anymore. The confusion, the mix of anger and something else I couldn’t quite name—it was all too much.I didn’t want to think about it, but my thoughts refused to quiet. I pulled out my phone, the screen lighting up my face. Without hesitating,
CaspianAs we stepped outside, I couldn't help but steal glances at Ava. She was stunning, her beauty radiating like a warm light. I found myself wishing I could express the depth of my admiration, to tell her how captivating she looked, how her presence made me feel. But I suppressed the urge, masking my emotions behind a stoic facade. It's who I am – unfeeling and cold, or so I've been told.I opened the car door for Ava, gesturing for her to enter. As she slid into the seat, I made my way to the driver's side. "Flynn isn't driving us today?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.I replied, "Flynn is indisposed. He's taking a week's leave due to illness. I'll be driving us instead."Ava nodded, and I started the engine, focusing on the road ahead as we set off.**As I stepped into the luxurious hotel with Ava by my side, the warm glow of the golden chandeliers and the soft hum of conversation enveloped us. After checking in, we made our way to the information desk to gather de
CaspianI scanned the crowded room, my gaze drifting over the sea of familiar and unfamiliar faces. The charity gala was a blur of monotony, the endless chatter and clinking glasses a cacophony that threatened to consume me whole. I reached for the wine glass on my table, the cool liquid slipping down my throat as I downed it in one swift motion. The waiter, attentive as ever, refilled my glass without a word.My eyes searched for an even more familiar figure – Ava, my wife. Where could she be? I hadn't seen her in what felt like an eternity. A flicker of concern sparked within me, and I pulled out my phone to send her a message. "Where are you?" I typed, my thumbs flying across the screen.Moments later, my phone buzzed with an incoming message. Ava's reply was brief: "I'm sorry for not telling you, but I decided to leave. I was feeling quite unwell."My brow furrowed in concern as I quickly typed out a response. "Are you okay now? What happened?"Her response came swiftly. "I'm fine
Caspian"Fuck, baby," I inhaled deeply, Ava's intimate scent filling my nostrils and making my head spin. The drug was still coursing through my veins, intensifying every sensation.I began to stroke myself slowly, the soft lace of her panties rubbing against my cheek as I sniffed and tasted them."Mmm, Ava..." I groaned.Pre-cum already beaded at my tip as I imagined her in the shower, wet and naked. The scent of her panties drove me wild, making me stroke faster.I pressed them against my face harder, wishing they were her warmth wrapped around me instead."Fuck, these panties... are really going to... make me cum," my voice cracked.Panting heavily now, I tightened my grip, pumping my thick shaft with desperate urgency. The scent of Ava mixed with my own musk overwhelmed my senses. I moaned loudly, fantasizing about her pussy instead of the lace."Shit, Ava... gonna cum..."With the drug coursing through my veins, it actually prolonged my pleasure to agonizing lengths. I grunted in
CaspianI immediately dived between her legs, spreading them wide and burying my face in her pussy. I licked and sucked like a man starved, my tongue curling and flicking in ways that made her scream. She grabbed my hair tightly, her legs shaking as I worshipped her pussy.I used my hands to hold her thighs firmly in place, not letting her squirm away from the intense pleasure. I sucked on her clit gently, then flicked it rapidly with my tongue.Ava's moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate as I alternated between soft kisses and aggressive licks.As I continued my relentless assault on her pussy, Ava started to lose control. Her filthy words spilled out between moans and gasps. "Fuck, Caspian... right there..." She pulled my hair harder, grinding against my face.I could feel her getting closer to the edge, her thighs quivering and her breathing erratic.She started talking dirtier, "Oh gawd yes... lick my clit, make me come on your face..."Her hips bucked against m
CaspianThen, I wrapped her leg around my waist, opening her back up. I rubbed her swollen, sensitive flesh before pushing back into her quivering hole.Ava whimpered, "No more... no more, please..." but I ignored her, pulling her leg higher to get deeper.Her inner walls clenched reflexively, desperately trying to adjust to my size. "Fuck, you're killing me..." she cried weakly, but her hips still moved against me, seeking more friction.I pinned her other leg down, holding her prisoner as I slowly ground into her swollen pussy. "So good that I can't stop now," I breathed.Her body convulsed as I filled her up completely, hitting depths she didn't know existed. She was so sensitive that every slow, deep thrust felt like a brutal pounding."Stop... please..." she begged, tears streaming down her face from the overwhelming sensation.But then, I felt bad and a surge of guilt. I pulled out gently, her pussy lips clinging to my cock.I looked down at her, her face flushed, hair dishevele
Ava My heart raced as I watched my brother's friend, Caspian, leaning casually against the staircase railing, looking every bit like a model. He was deep in conversation with a young woman, and I couldn’t help but feel jealous as she playfully touched him and flashed a flirtatious smile I bit my bottom lip, desperately wishing she would stop her amorous advances and let him be. Caspian Wright. A name everyone knows. The most handsome and desirable man on earth, the ideal type for anyone, and the youngest billionaire CEO of Wright Enterprises. It's no wonder he's admired and adored by so many. I gulped down my last of strawberry drink and scanned the bustling party, reaching for another beverage. Just as I grabbed a glass of beer, Marcel, my older brother and the birthday boy, appeared out of nowhere, snatching the filled glass from my hand. This annoying brother of mine also happens to be Capian's best friend and his personal assistant at work. "Oh, come on!" I groaned, p
Ava5 YEARS LATERAccording to my research and conversations with friends, the quickest way to move on from a crush is to open yourself up to someone new, replacing the old object of your affection with a fresh connection.And that's why I accepted Patrick into my life, a man who loves me dearly.A year and some months have passed, but the memory of our first meeting still feels incredibly fresh. I had stopped by my brother's workplace to drop off a document he'd left at home, and that's when I accidentally bumped into Patrick. That fateful encounter sparked our love story.As I sipped my afternoon coffee to the soothing melody of a slow song, I stared at my laptop screen, editing the first draft of my poem, which I was supposed to submit before the day ended.My phone suddenly beeped, interrupting my work. It was a message from Patrick: "Let's meet tonight at my place.""Okay, sweetie," I replied, brushing off the unusual tone of his message. Normally, he would call me those cheesy,
CaspianThen, I wrapped her leg around my waist, opening her back up. I rubbed her swollen, sensitive flesh before pushing back into her quivering hole.Ava whimpered, "No more... no more, please..." but I ignored her, pulling her leg higher to get deeper.Her inner walls clenched reflexively, desperately trying to adjust to my size. "Fuck, you're killing me..." she cried weakly, but her hips still moved against me, seeking more friction.I pinned her other leg down, holding her prisoner as I slowly ground into her swollen pussy. "So good that I can't stop now," I breathed.Her body convulsed as I filled her up completely, hitting depths she didn't know existed. She was so sensitive that every slow, deep thrust felt like a brutal pounding."Stop... please..." she begged, tears streaming down her face from the overwhelming sensation.But then, I felt bad and a surge of guilt. I pulled out gently, her pussy lips clinging to my cock.I looked down at her, her face flushed, hair dishevele
CaspianI immediately dived between her legs, spreading them wide and burying my face in her pussy. I licked and sucked like a man starved, my tongue curling and flicking in ways that made her scream. She grabbed my hair tightly, her legs shaking as I worshipped her pussy.I used my hands to hold her thighs firmly in place, not letting her squirm away from the intense pleasure. I sucked on her clit gently, then flicked it rapidly with my tongue.Ava's moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate as I alternated between soft kisses and aggressive licks.As I continued my relentless assault on her pussy, Ava started to lose control. Her filthy words spilled out between moans and gasps. "Fuck, Caspian... right there..." She pulled my hair harder, grinding against my face.I could feel her getting closer to the edge, her thighs quivering and her breathing erratic.She started talking dirtier, "Oh gawd yes... lick my clit, make me come on your face..."Her hips bucked against m
Caspian"Fuck, baby," I inhaled deeply, Ava's intimate scent filling my nostrils and making my head spin. The drug was still coursing through my veins, intensifying every sensation.I began to stroke myself slowly, the soft lace of her panties rubbing against my cheek as I sniffed and tasted them."Mmm, Ava..." I groaned.Pre-cum already beaded at my tip as I imagined her in the shower, wet and naked. The scent of her panties drove me wild, making me stroke faster.I pressed them against my face harder, wishing they were her warmth wrapped around me instead."Fuck, these panties... are really going to... make me cum," my voice cracked.Panting heavily now, I tightened my grip, pumping my thick shaft with desperate urgency. The scent of Ava mixed with my own musk overwhelmed my senses. I moaned loudly, fantasizing about her pussy instead of the lace."Shit, Ava... gonna cum..."With the drug coursing through my veins, it actually prolonged my pleasure to agonizing lengths. I grunted in
CaspianI scanned the crowded room, my gaze drifting over the sea of familiar and unfamiliar faces. The charity gala was a blur of monotony, the endless chatter and clinking glasses a cacophony that threatened to consume me whole. I reached for the wine glass on my table, the cool liquid slipping down my throat as I downed it in one swift motion. The waiter, attentive as ever, refilled my glass without a word.My eyes searched for an even more familiar figure – Ava, my wife. Where could she be? I hadn't seen her in what felt like an eternity. A flicker of concern sparked within me, and I pulled out my phone to send her a message. "Where are you?" I typed, my thumbs flying across the screen.Moments later, my phone buzzed with an incoming message. Ava's reply was brief: "I'm sorry for not telling you, but I decided to leave. I was feeling quite unwell."My brow furrowed in concern as I quickly typed out a response. "Are you okay now? What happened?"Her response came swiftly. "I'm fine
CaspianAs we stepped outside, I couldn't help but steal glances at Ava. She was stunning, her beauty radiating like a warm light. I found myself wishing I could express the depth of my admiration, to tell her how captivating she looked, how her presence made me feel. But I suppressed the urge, masking my emotions behind a stoic facade. It's who I am – unfeeling and cold, or so I've been told.I opened the car door for Ava, gesturing for her to enter. As she slid into the seat, I made my way to the driver's side. "Flynn isn't driving us today?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.I replied, "Flynn is indisposed. He's taking a week's leave due to illness. I'll be driving us instead."Ava nodded, and I started the engine, focusing on the road ahead as we set off.**As I stepped into the luxurious hotel with Ava by my side, the warm glow of the golden chandeliers and the soft hum of conversation enveloped us. After checking in, we made our way to the information desk to gather de
AvaI sat on the bed, my hands holding onto the sheets tightly against my body, with my gaze locked on Caspian as he adjusted his clothes. The movement was smooth, almost practiced. He seemed so casual, but I could feel the tension lingering in the air between us. I didn’t know how to handle it.“Goodnight,” Caspian said, his voice steady, almost detached.I didn’t answer. Instead, I simply turned my face away, unable to look him in the eyes. He grabbed the door handle and left the room, closing the door behind me with a soft click that felt like it echoed in the silence.Once I noticed he was completely away from me, I exhaled sharply, running my hands through my hair in frustration. What had just happened? What had we just done? I wasn’t sure anymore. The confusion, the mix of anger and something else I couldn’t quite name—it was all too much.I didn’t want to think about it, but my thoughts refused to quiet. I pulled out my phone, the screen lighting up my face. Without hesitating,
CaspianI slammed her against the wall, my mouth crashing down on hers with a feral hunger I couldn't control. "Fuck," I growled into her lips, my hands gripping her hips tightly. Her body melted into mine, and it only made me want her more. I couldn't get enough.My mouth devoured hers like a man starved. I bit her bottom lip hard, making her whimper. My tongue plunged deep, tasting every inch of her mouth. She met my aggression with her own, our tongues clashing like warriors. It was messy, passionate, and almost angry.My hands trembled as I pushed her dress up her thighs. My fingers hooked into her underwear, slowly tugging them down.She broke the kiss to pant, "Caspian," but I silenced her with another brutal kiss as I finally slid my hand between her thighs.I found her hot and wet, and a primal growl rumbled in my chest. My fingers teased her, circling her clit, dipping inside her. She bucked against my hand, moaning into my mouth. I swallowed each sound, deepening the kiss, m
AvaI stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me. I dropped onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh. My gaze fixed on the ceiling as I pulled the hair tie from my hair, running my fingers through the silky strands. Another heavy sigh escaped me, my face creased in frustration. I was so furious—so damn angry—that I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste my own blood.I couldn’t stop thinking back to an hour ago when I’d tried to leave any way I could, but Patrick refused to let me go. He pulled me close and kissed me. I pulled away quickly, my hand connecting with his face in a sharp slap."Are you crazy?" I shouted, still in disbelief. I scrambled away, hoping no one had seen us.If Caspian ever found out that Patrick and I not only held hands but kissed, I couldn't even imagine what he'd do. I knew he wasn’t my husband in the traditional sense, but I could still picture his reaction. I could feel it in my gut.Just as I was about to get up and change into something more comfort
CaspianI walked into the building, expecting a typical day at work. But as I made my way to my office, I was intercepted by Marcel. He looked at me with a mixture of confusion and amusement. I exchanged a look with him, but mine was on a colder scale."What are you doing here?" Marcel asked, his brow furrowed."I came to work, obviously," I replied, my tone harsh.Marcel's expression turned incredulous. "Remember, today is your day off. You're supposed to be at home, not here." He chuckled, shaking his head.But then it clicked! I suddenly remembered that today wasn't a workday. It was a public holiday. Shit! How did that escape my memory? No wonder everything looked empty, the roads were clear, and traffic was nonexistent. To be honest, I had noticed that Clara wasn't at her desk, and I was about to call her and tell her she was fired for not being at her post."But what about you?" I asked. "What are you doing here?"Marcel just rolled his eyes and said, "I have some things. I coul