Vera’s POV.“God, this feels so good.” I whimper with my eyes rolling skyward as David sucks my pussy like nothing I’ve ever tasted.Fuck, the man is an expert. He licks me so good, I swear other oral sex I had had before is nothing to be compared.How can he effortlessly coax huge waters outta me just five minutes of having his tongue between my slit?I try to think of another reason but the only thing running through my mind is that David’s a man who knows what he’s doing.That’s the reason women want him. He gives the right dose of pleasure, and right now….I can’t help the whimpers and moans I release as he tongue-fuck.“Oh my God, daddy…I’m going to cum…if you do that again….I can’t hold back.” I scream to his name when I feel him penetrate my hole with his fingers.David’s alternating the penetration of my pussy with his fingers and tongue, making me woozy.I throw my head around, feeling the pulsation of heat inside me.I shut my eyes and cup my right breast and squeeze as Dav
Claire’s POV.“Hahaha…” Laughter erupts all around me, I laugh too. It’s ladies night. So I don’t expect us to be gloomy.This was Tracy’s idea, though. It’s been a long we all gathered together like this and so she made the proposal last week for us to have a ladies night.My friends all agreed and here we are. In one of the elegant hotels in the city. Actually, right now we’re lounging in the hotel’s terrace, overlooking the Olympic-sized pool filled with hotel guests, swimming for pleasure.I lean over to the table and fill my glass of wine again, holding it against my lips as I sip, watching my friends babble.When seven women are all together, men become the leading headline.Since the past hour, we've been out here, we've been chattering about men and my friends never disappoint. They throw words from right, left, and center.Tracy, my Black American friend is the main person wringing my ears off about her latest guy. She seems happy with this current man because the Tracy I k
Vera’s POV.Yawning loudly, I rise from the bed. It’s not mine…rather David’s. We curled up together, basking in each other’s warmth after the bouts of sex we had last night.When I look behind, expecting to see the man wake me up with perhaps a kiss on my forehead, I find out he isn’t there.Swallowing, I slide my hand over the rumpled sheets of his own side of the bed and find it cold, meaning it’s been hours he left the bed.Where could he be? I think to myself as my eyes wander around the room.Well, it’s just nine a.m in the morning, he might have gone to work.Given the number of erotic and romance books, I’ve read where the man keeps a short note for the girlfriend explaining the reasons he suddenly left their cushioned bodies and warmth, my eyes search around for one of those from David’s.To my disappointment, I see none.He left nothing of those and it kinda prickles my heart. I sigh, relaxing against the bed as thoughts about what we did last night cloud my mind.God, David
David’s POV.As Claire clings herself to me while we stalk into the house, I feel Vera’s gaze running all over me. Shit, this isn’t how I expected to spend the morning after such a wild night with Vera.Claire suddenly showed up here unannounced. Damn, she almost caught me in bed with Vera and I wonder what would have happened had Andrei not flashed my cell phone and texted me.Claire almost bumped into my room this morning. Hell, it would have been shitty but thanks to Andrei things were handled discreetly.I couldn’t wake Vera up so I decided to keep Claire restrained in the courtyard until Vera woke up.Well, seeing her out here with my bathrobe and bearing the scent of my soap isn’t what I expected.However, I must say it makes her look beautiful, more like my possession.Seeing Vera in my clothing, makes me feel a sense of satisfaction…I fucking love it so much that I can’t deny it. And those dark locks of hers dripping water, her face naked from any makeup makes me want to dev
Third Person POV.Peter walked down the plane’s ramp with a tiny smile on his face. It felt good feeling New York’s air around him again. Peter can’t remember the last time he had been in America.It’s been years now, he remembered with a tight fist.The mafia brothers whisked him away to Russia after he killed Helen, the woman he was supposed to lure so the twins would gain the power they’d always wanted.That night he shot Helen, everything happened like a movie to him. He didn’t mean to kill her. It was only meant to scare Helen so she would reveal the truth where Vera, their daughter was. However, Helen was adamant not to speak.Peter remembered how he had pulled away the gun's safety, and shot at the ceiling in rage while howling, “Tell me the truth, where is Vera!?”He could remember his bloodshot eyes, everything lived rent-free in his head. Too bad, not even the trigger could make Helen speak. It was obvious to Peter the woman already had hatred for him after she found out th
Third Person POV. Andrei had just finished his morning exercise and was profusely sweating, and so the huge man took down the hallway and marched into his room where he showered.He fixed himself in his shirt and had his hair slicked aside, looking sinister as he always did. Like a boogeyman. However, Andrei knew women found him hot despite his scary size.By the time he was satisfied with his look, he walked outside. His stomach was grumbling, a telltale sign of his hunger.Well, Irene wouldn’t show up today given what David told him before leaving that morning. He told Andrei Irene needed to take her stepdaughter who was having a fever to the hospital.Andrei took that opportunity to whip himself a meal. He had gathered all he would use and prepared the pasta.Moments after he was into his work, he heard footsteps approaching.“Oh, wow. I’d like to have some, Andrei.” He had heard Vera’s voice intercepting the silent air.“Hmmm..” Andrei hummed and refocused on his food. However, h
David’s POV.I spent long hours in my office today, checking the statistical progress of the latest Truman cars that had been on the market since the advertisement was released.Reports came in from left, right, and center and I had my mind fixated on it. In between, though, my lips would part with smiles.Progress, I thought to myself while seeing the number of demands for the cars especially from nursing mothers, and the numbers that had already been sold which was not less than a million cars.“This is awesome,” I muttered to Charity who was standing across from me.“Yes, boss. It is.” Charity hummed in agreement with him.I couldn’t break my gaze away from the reports.I was on it until nightfall. That was how much of a workaholic I am today. However, the moment ended when Claire barged into my office.“Don’t tell me you buried your head in work throughout today.” She sighed as she came closer.My body itched at the sight of her. Her presence reminded me of the fuck I promised her
David’s POV.I step an inch away from Peter as I bark a laugh, throwing my head back.Though I’m laughing but it’s all humorless and Peter knows. When I get my fill, I pull my lips into a thin, harsh line and glower at the bastard called Peter.“Do you think this is some kinda joke?” I intone, my voice cold.Even at that, Peter stares head-on at me. I see the man has got some balls now than before.Being in the same space with him makes me boil. It makes me remember how he took the woman I loved away from me right from college.Not only that, he ended her life. I fucking hate him so much. He makes me seethe.It would have been better if he had at least loved her, and showed her respect but all he ever did was hate on Helen.He raped her countless times in the name of performing husband's duties.Helen told me everything he did to her whenever we spent time together.She sought for my touch to erase that of Peter’s. She let me fuck her so she can forget what he did to her in bed.He wa