Episode 12 “ stranger’s Woman “
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You can't hide in the dark,
you can't hide yourself from the sight,
when everything you wear in your soul is enchanting
and comes to light without a hitch.
it's eight o'clock in the morning, the room is silent. A small beam of light entering the window and striking Angela's pillow.
she runs her hand through her long black hair , smiles when her slender fingers touch her soft curls.
now she stretches, positions herself at the center of her bed and breathes in the smell of the red sheets: they smell of roses, those sheets, according to the fantasies of servants, smell of heaven.
Angela gets up slowly, her white skin and her perfect body make her look like an angel dropped to the earth . her big blue-green eyes then .... They were created to charm.
she wears a black lace underwear set. and covers her body with a precious silk black robe before leaving her bedroom.
Exudes sensuality and elegance. Even in all the rest of the house, silence reigns supreme. Once in the kitchen the smell of coffee invades her nostrils,pours it a little in a cup and approaches the veranda with a view of the wood all green. the sun is high, but the slight wind ruffles the hair a little.
thinking of last night, the meeting with the man who will soon be in her life as a husband, the kindness that he gives off, the security that makes her feel, the sweet things that whispered them, the emotions she felt when their fingers met , to the perfect smile that Damon had, thought of those black eyes that made her get lost.
Peace . here is peace what you feel now, at least until now. Angela does not even imagine that from there you can just a little her life will be changed. new people will enter her life, new problems, new doubts, a friend, an elegant husband and a sea of lies.
who has never felt extremely confused? Who at least once in your life, did you not feel with breath on your neck, with a strange anxiety on you and with the awareness of not understanding anything?
Damon right now so he feels, after meeting Angela last night , he is not himself , after he left his father's house , went directly to Mark who was waiting for him with the girls, explaining the situation of how he will be forced get married to Angela, stating that if hi not get married his father will not leave a damn , but with marriage He will have everything wanted as a child, the power to control all the wealth and family businesses.
the feeling is the inner fire that continually burns you, giving rise to tingles and creeps called desire , yes that little girl made him feel desire a flashback hits him heavily, last night he drank too much to forget that desire, he wanted to be released from this feeling ,Mark brings the umpteenth glass to him and throws it down smoothly, tries to stand upright as he walks, difficult but not impossible, his head pushes, but he can walk to the bathroom ,while walking punch in someone ,look what it was, maybe he was a boy or a child because of his height, blinked to look better, was a woman in front of him with brown short hair , he didn't pay attention to the woman's face, his eyes went lower into the woman's breasts.sees the desire of the woman, knows that she wants to have a passion with him.
He is not thinking twice, he goes with the woman in a hotel room, he does not waste time as they entered, they started undressing,He growls low in his throat, like an animal, and her blood fizzes and rushes in response. Her fingers twitch with the need to wrap themselves in his dark hair and pull until he cries out. Instead, I reach out and toy with the cuff of his sleeve.
He can smell the musk of desire in the air. For a second,he is already seizing the hem of her dress and tugging it up and over her head. The world is his hands and the magic they are working on her body. There is no bra beneath the silk sheath, and moans deep in his throat at the discovery. She tingling all over, slick with the need of him. He pauses only a moment in his onslaught to drink her in with desire-weighted eyes, in his head is Angela now , not a stranger woman .
His hand circles my wrist, and he raises my arm, spinning me around on the spot, once, twice, before stopping me in front of the full-length mirror that sits beside the dresser. He studies her in the glass, his face creased with raw hunger.
Her breasts are swollen, aching for his touch. He drags a fingertip over one puckered n****e, then the next before cupping them both in his palms. His chest hair tickles her back. Nothing hides her p***y from his hungry eyes but a black high cut thong that frames my bum like a picture. The delicate material rips as Damon slips his fingers into the waist and yanks sideways.
Their eyes hold in the mirror and a whimper escapes her as both his hands settle on her ass cheeks, rubbing in small circles. Damon pushes her forward, and Her brace in hands against the cold glass, waiting. He slaps his palms against ,then squeezes hard enough to leave a mark. Her skin sings out in delectable pain. A cry falls off her lips, and She push her body back, seeking, needing the hard press of his desire against her
He obliges. A clatter of metal echoes in the room as his belt hits the floor. move back from the mirror and try to turn to him but Damon shoves her forward, holding her down against the bed with a big hand on the back of the neck . The other hand spreads the folds wide, exposing the wet, hidden parts to the air.
whimper into the cotton of the duvet. She need him so badly. As Damon’s body settles against , the hair on his muscled legs rasps the overheated skin of her thighs. The thickness of his erection is poised against her,taunting, pulsing at the entrance to her body as he waits with infuriating patience to enter .
"Do you want it?" he murmurs, his voice a rumble from deep in his chest. The hand on the back her neck massages a moment, fingertips caressing tense muscles before his grip tightens. "Are you ready for me to f**k you, baby?"
"Yes. Yes please," She plead, her hips arching, seeking to fill the aching void.
“I want to hear you beg for it. Dirty, beautiful girl. Tell me you want my c**k inside you.”
She shaking with a need so fierce, it’s dripping from her body and down the legs. “Please, ” She sob . “Please, f**k me. I need you to f**k me. I want you to fill me with your cock.”
Her breath comes in high-pitched whimpering gasps. Finally, Damon thrusts with a pained moan, sinking himself inside her body to the base of his shaft.
"Oh yes, oh yes,”She chant as he slides out, only to plunge back into her again and again. The pounding of their bodies drives the headboard into the wall — a visceral, age-old rhythm.
The room pulses in the corners of her vision.
Her toes dig into the plush carpet, clinging as She struggle to stay upright enough to accommodate the pounding thrusts. Damon seizes her arms, pulling them both behind her back , pinning her down by her wrists with one hand. The other he uses to gather the hair and wraps it around his fist like a rope, holding her head back exposing her throat. She was helpless beneath him.
Delectable trapped, entirely his. Heat floods her limbs. She clench around his c**k as the first spasms of orgasm brim and spread through her womb and outwards. The muscles of her p***y squeeze around him. He shudders and moans.
"Harder," She cry the word like a mantra, “harder, harder.” sink her teeth into bottom lip as he complies.
He is about to come, She can hear it in the gasping sobs he emits. In the desperate hammering, the slap of his thighs against her,his fingers digging into her wrists as he holds her captive, give herself over to to climax, to his, squeezing and shaking , out as he fills me up.
"Your body was so deep in desire for me naughty girl."
She snuggle deeper against him, breathing in his scents . "Yes I wanted so much , baby. "
He stretches, groaning as his body pops and creaks.
One hand traces lazy circles around the bare skin of her shoulder, raising goosebumps.
"I am going to f**k you again in the morning," he says matter of factly.
“Yes” She hide her smile in the blankets as he goes still. “I am going to f**k you. I am going to ride you slowly until you are begging me to let you c*m," Damon whisper against her neck,his c**k is growing hard against her stomach.
Neither of them would be going to sleep quite yet.
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