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Love at First Night

Just when you think you loved the wrong person, you meet the right one who reminds you what love truly is. And just like that, the fairytale begins. ———————- Lily's life was apparently perfect, she had a good work that kept her occupied for the majority of her time and a husband she deeply and devotedly loved. The women in the city enviously hated her for having the perfect life they all dreamed about. Until the workaholic girl's perfect life image falls apart when her husband leaves her at the altar and confesses he cheated on her, in front of everyone. After that day, her life doesn't appear so perfect to the women in the city that now laughed behind her back. The poor Lily never felt more pathetic in her life and she wished the ground would swallow her down for the embarrassment she felt in the second he declared he had seconds thoughts. The same day, three hours and about four drinks later, Lily was enough dizzy to finally rebel against her (almost) husband's despicable gesture. She wanted to prove to all the people who called her perfect and who said she would never do something aberrant and crazy by having one night of passion with a mysterious man at the club. Little did she knew that the man was none other than the richest man in the city. Cover was commissioned! Do not use! Join the server for free coins -> Discord server: https://discord.gg/FpMxgdeAf7

_Elle · Urban
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You never win

[smut alert, don't read if uncomfortable.]

He kissed the back of my neck as slowly fastened even more the thrusts. I found myself longing for him more than I had expected, more than I thought possible. Submissively devoted to my King I clung to the bed and pressed my wrists on the bed, contracting my stomach to endure the pain as he slid inside more. I bit my inner cheek not to cry out in pain, "good girl."

His voice was so demanding, but when the thrusts grew intense I found myself struggling not to scream in both pain and pleasure.

I balanced my weight to the side and laid my elbow onto the bed as my other hand drew to close my mouth in order not to be heard.

My mewling filled the air and the noise of the bed slamming against the wall resonated in the room.