Novels by Nala R

Slippery wet fucking pussy. I don’t know what I love more, the sound of a went cunt when you’re ramming into it or just the feeling of being inside.Either way, my Favorite thing to do is fucking. Even better if it’s with a screamer like this one. I smirked at the sight of her messy hair and jiggling tits. “Don’t stop, Callum. Please” Her voice was so low, my ears could barely pick them up. A wicked smile made its way across my face as I came to a sudden halt.Her eyes widened in a questioning gaze. Ignoring her question, I pulled out, earning a desperate cry of “No” from her. Before she could make sense of it, my lips had found her cunt. She let out a loud cry. This time, a cry of pleasure. I let my tongue work on her till I began to feel her tremble. Again, I pulled away. Replacing my tongue with my cock, I rammed into her without mercy. She curled her toes, covered her mouth in an attempt to muffle her moans. She came. I followed in a couple of seconds. Fuck! That wa

“I can’t believe you washed your hair on your wedding morning, who does that? Who washes an already styled hair, who?” Maggie, my cousin/ best friend rambled on in a panic that mirrored my mother’s breakdown a couple of minutes ago.I sighed, “It’s fine, Maggie. We’re going to make it, aren’t we?” I asked the stylist. She nodded, frantically rushing through everything. Maggie paused, “Remind me, how did you ruin your hair again?”I took a deep breath.“I’ve already said this a thousand times. I wanted to go for a walk but I knew mother wouldn’t let me. So, I jumped out of the window and landed on the garden, tripped and fell into mud. I’m sorry.”Maggie shrieked, “What kind of bride jumps out of a window on her wedding day? What if you broke your leg or worse…your neck?”The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of

“Get up,” Brown ordered, I tried to but I felt my legs give way. The three of them chuckled. “We haven’t even started with you, Princess and your legs are already jelly.” It was cinnamon, he helped me up and added in a whisper “I can’t wait to fuck the hell out of you.”My already wet cunt seemed to double. He moved me to the bed, and directed me to lie flat.Then he kissed me, letting his hands roam all over me. The bed sunk in as another figure crawled in next to us.Green’s hand found my nips, and began to toy with it. My head was spinning. Cinnamon didn’t stop kissing me, neither did his fingers stop their exploration. I felt him move straight to my cunt, stopping at the entrance and circling his thumb around…not for long as his fingers immediately slid in without warning. I was moaning into his lips. His pace quickened….I squirmed, curled my toes and tossed. I wanted to scream out so bad, but all my sounds were muffled into his lips. Suddenly, he pulled away…but his h

I moved out. You know when they say “Out of sight, out of mind”?It couldn’t be more wrong for my predicament…..I was tortured by memories of that night.Even worse, I couldn’t stop the heat that seemed to have been cursed upon me. More often than I could count, I found myself exploring my body while my mind replayed the memories.I couldn’t function, convinced myself all would be well if I saw Mark. So, I took a quick trip home and did something I’d never done before. I kissed Mark…The shock on his face said enough about how erratic my behavior had gotten. As expected of good old Mark, he rambled about our vows to remain pure till our wedding night. Heck!! He took me to confession the next morning.I wonder what he would do if he could see me now. Strangely, the thought of my fiancée’s expression made my nipples hard. Right on cue, a pair of hard palms slid from my back to my boobs. Without warning, he pulled both teats earning a gasp I couldn’t stop. “That’s more like it

I was shaking, no….shivering. Not exactly sure if it was from fear or excitement….or both. Either way, it was way too late to back out. “Daisy?” For a second I lost my breath at the sound of that name. “Daisy” this time the voice was softer.I swallowed hard and gave a gentle nod. There was a knowing yet calm smile on her face. “It’s going to be alright.” She slid the key card across and added “Enjoy” “Enjoy” That word rang in my ears, while I walked through the long corridor.My veins pumped with anticipation, excitement, all of it. Heck, it was the eve of my wedding. Yet I had somehow managed to slip away from everyone with a perfect excuse of retiring early, and snuck out like a little teenage girl. All for what? The answer stood before me in the form of a door with a number that matched the one on the key card. I swiped the card, feeling my breath freeze as my hand curled around the handle. Nostalgia, they say, hits hard. Because for a good minute, I was transported b

I’m a whore. A dirty little whore… I crave to be spanked, spat on, fucked like a slut, and left dripping with cum from my face to my boobs. But nobody knows that…Not my best friend or my parents. And certainly not my goody two shoes fiancé, who's currently staring at me with a wide grin on his face. “Liv” I heard him mutter, snapping me back to reality. “I’m sorry, what?” I blurted out, my face flushed with embarrassment at the kind of thoughts I was having , especially in a place like this. “Silly girl, where’s your head?” my mother’s voice echoed through the cathedral accompanied by her dignified chuckle. Where’s my head? I couldn't stop my mind from replaying that wishful thinking….me on my knees, a couple of dicks slapping my face. I almost gasped. Yes, that’s where my head is at. Father Benedict let out a hearty laugh. “Not to worry, Mrs Pembroke. I see this all the time in young girls about to…….” I blocked it out ... .or should I say I survived the chatter