Semua Bab Reckless Love {Dangerous Passion}: Bab 71 - Bab 80

But she seemed to be okay with it now, or at least resigned, and in her last email she expressed some interest in wedding details.The gift was a picture of us—Chloe and Greg, Patrick and me—after the wedding. I looked at the photo for a minute, studying our awkward happiness with awe and fascination.Greg was staring at Chloe with tenderness, a content smile on his face. Patrick’s expression was calm and at ease. His arm was around my shoulders, and he looked like he had all he needed.My lips were curved in a half-smile, trying to stifle a laugh after Patrick whispered a dirty joke in my ear to cheer me up. It was odd, but I hadn’t taken a picture with Patrick yet. Not since we became a couple. We looked right together, I noticed. We looked happy.Chloe’s face was hard to describe. There was a sadness there, but also a sense of quiet satisfaction. Her smile wasn’t her usual wide and perfect smile, but her eyes shone with brilliant radiance. Patrick’s presence undoubtedly brought out

"Without a condom?" Damien groaned."That just makes it hotter," she purred. "Imagine the risk. It isn't sinning if you play it safe."His dick throbbed in her. "Damn."Damien's hands squeezed her ass. He pulled her down his cock. She let out a sweet gasp as she undulated and ground on him. Her clit rubbed against his pubic bones. The chair creaked as she went faster and faster.Damien moaned into her pillowy tits. He loved their softness on his cheeks almost as much as he loved her cunt wrapped around his dick. His hips thrust up into her, bouncing the woman back up his shaft.She moaned every time she slammed down. "That's it. Fuck me! Cum in me! Let's make this memorable for the both of us.""Yes," Damien growled as she bucked on him. He pulled on her blonde hair, bringing her ruby-red lips to his. He kissed her and thrust his tongue into her mouth, claiming like his cock claimed her hot cunt.His dick throbbed in her pussy. The pressure reached its peak in his balls. The ache swel

"Sounds like you suffered.""Badly. You owe me."Damien's hands squeezed her thighs. "Then I better start paying you back."Abigail didn't wait. She rose and sat on the edge, the water trickling down her body. Her thighs were parted, her fiery, trimmed bush covering her aroused vulva. In the candlelight, she seemed ethereal, a goddess who descended to earth and waited to be worshiped.Damien ran his hands down her thighs as he leaned in. Her skin was so silky and warm beneath his touch. His lips nuzzled into her pussy, licking into her hot folds. Her tart flavor was faint but growing with every lick."Oh, baby," Abigail moaned, her hands running through Damien's hair as his whiskered cheeks rubbed against her soft folds. Her hips undulated on the bath tub's edge, her breasts jiggling above Damien as she shuddered. "Eat me, baby. I missed this."His wife's groans were primal and urgent. The pitch of her voice rose. Damien knew the signs. He was a hunter, he studied his prey, and he kne

The girl would enjoy it. Her body was built for sex, and even now her nipples hardened. Hope, like many troubled, young woman, had daddy issues. And the priest was very fatherly."What are we doing, Father?" asked Hope as the priest stopped the van on the shoulder of a deserted stretch of road in the middle of nowhere, Colorado.Jezebel reached out and placed her hand on Father Augustine's then moved it to Hope's bare thigh. The priest squeezed her flesh and swallowed. Hope trembled and lowered her eyes as the priest, with the demon's help, stroked up and down the girl's sleek thigh.No one rides for free."No one rides for free," Father Augustine repeated, his voice hoarse with desire.Jezebel reached out and seized Hope's hand, pulling it to the priest's cassock over his bulge. She pressed her lips to Hope's ears and whispered, I understand, Father."I ... understand, Father," Hope murmured, squeezing the priest's cock."And there is only one way for a slut like you to pay," growled

Images of their life flashed through Damien. The way she stood stunned over Vincent after Damien had bashed the vampire's head into pulp, their two friends lying dead around them in their High School's cafeteria. How her hair burned like fire across her wedding dress a year later while her face lay hidden behind the veil.Obey...Her words were lace binding his thoughts, channeling them towards her.Obey me, Damien...His heart beat faster. Arousal entered his body, hardening his cock. Abigail slipped out of her wedding gown, wearing garters, stockings, a white thong, and nothing else. That night had been like their first time all over again.Only better. They knew what they were doing.You must obey me, Damien...Abigail appeared in her black combat fatigues, her red hair pulled back in a ponytail, a crossbow aimed before her as they stalked through a crypt hunting a vampire. Abigail, her face splattered with white as she swept the paint roller across their bedroom wall when they fir