Novels by Miracle Charles

Rebecca drove to Marcus’s apartment on a Tuesday morning. She had told her husband she was meeting a friend for coffee. The lie slipped out easily now. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as she parked. She walked up to his door with quick steps. Marcus opened it before she could knock. He pulled her inside and locked the door.“Strip,” he said right away.Rebecca pulled off her blouse and skirt. She stood in just her bra and panties. Marcus stepped close. His fingers traced down her stomach. He unhooked her bra and let it fall. Then he slid her panties down her legs. His hand cupped her pussy. She was already wet.“You’re getting better at lying to him,” Marcus said. He pushed two fingers inside her. Rebecca gasped at the sudden stretch. Her walls clenched around his fingers. He pumped them slowly, curling to hit her sensitive spot. “Tell me why you came today.”“I needed your cock,” Rebecca answered. Her voice was breathy. “I’ve been thinking about it all morning.”Marcus s

Within a week, the encounters became daily. Marcus would text Rebecca in the morning with instructions. One message told her to wear a short sundress with no panties. Another demanded she wait on all fours in the bedroom, something that sounded crazy but hot at the same time. She read each text with a mix of dread and excitement. Her hands shook as she followed the orders.Marcus arrived one afternoon while the kids were at school. He found her in the kitchen. She stood at the counter chopping vegetables for dinner. He stepped behind her without a word and lifted the hem of her dress. His hands gripped her hips hard. Rebecca gasped as his thick cock pressed against her entrance. She was already wet from waiting. What’s holding her from getting even more wet, you’d wonder."Bend over," he ordered.She leaned forward and gripped the edge of the counter. If she were any stronger, it would have broken under her weight. The cool granite felt sharp under her fingers. Marcus pushed inside he

Marcus pulled his car into the driveway of Rebecca's house just after 1 PM on a Tuesday. The street was quiet, with most neighbors at work. He walked to the front door and knocked twice. Rebecca opened it quickly, her face pale. She wore a gray tank top and loose shorts, her hair tied back."Get inside," she whispered, glancing up and down the street. Her heart raced. "My husband could come home early any day. This is too risky."Marcus stepped in and closed the door behind him. He locked it. "That's what makes it better. Take me to your bedroom."Rebecca hesitated, then led him upstairs. The house smelled like fresh laundry and the lemon cleaner she had used that morning. When they reached the master bedroom, Marcus looked around. The bed was made neatly with white sheets and a blue comforter. A large wedding photo of Rebecca in her white dress smiling next to her husband sat on the nightstand."Perfect, strip." Marcus said. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest.

Two days later, Marcus sent Rebecca a text with the hotel address and room number. He told her to arrive at 2 PM sharp, while her husband was at the office. Rebecca stared at her phone in the kitchen, her hands shaking. She deleted the message right away and told herself this would be the last time. One quick fuck and the debt would be gone. That was the deal.She drove to the discreet hotel on the edge of town, her heart pounding the whole way. Rebecca kept her head down as she took the elevator to the third floor. Her palms were sweaty. She wore a simple blue dress and flats, nothing special. When she reached room 312, she knocked softly.Marcus opened the door right away. He stood there in a black shirt and jeans, taller than she remembered, with that same calm smile. "Come in, Rebecca."She stepped inside. The room was luxurious, with thick curtains, a big king bed, and soft lighting from the lamps. The air felt cool from the AC. Marcus closed the door and locked it. Rebecca st

Rebecca lay back against the soft pillows in the master bedroom, her sundress already pulled up around her waist. The room was quiet except for the low sounds coming from her laptop. She had propped it on the bed beside her. On the screen, a woman was on her knees in front of a powerful man, obeying his every command. Rebecca’s cheeks burned with shame, but she could not stop watching. Her right hand moved between her thighs, two fingers sliding slowly up and down her wet slit. Her left hand held the edge of the sundress higher, exposing her smooth pussy completely.She circled her swollen clit with her fingertips, then pushed two fingers inside herself. A soft moan escaped her lips. The stretch felt good. Her juices coated her fingers and made wet sounds as she pumped them in and out. She kept her wide, innocent eyes fixed on the screen, breathing faster. Her full breasts rose and fell under the thin fabric of the sundress. Her nipples had hardened into stiff peaks that pressed v

Chloe stayed frozen in the middle of the office, her heart pounding hard in her chest. The taste of Damien's cock still lingered on her tongue from the first time he made her suck him. Her legs felt weak. Before she could step back, Damien's large hand landed on her shoulder and pushed her down firmly."On your knees," he said.The expensive rug pressed into her skin as she dropped. It felt soft but thick under her bare knees. Damien stood tall above her, his thick cock hanging heavy in front of her face. The head was still shiny and wet. He wrapped one hand around the base and tapped the head against her cheek with a soft, fleshy smack."Open," he ordered.Chloe parted her lips. He fed the head into her mouth right away. The warm, salty taste filled her again. Her mouth stretched around his thickness. Damien placed both hands on the sides of her head at first, gently but with clear control. He pushed forward slowly, sliding more of his cock over her tongue until it touched the back