001 X 456 Ao3 Novels & Stories

He nodded, his breath quickening in anticipation. I pushed one finger inside him, slow, careful. He was warm, tight and he let out a soft moan that echoed through the quiet room and filtered straight into my head, urging me on. I thrust gently, working him open before adding a second finger. I felt his walls relax around me, his hips rocking back to take me in deeper. “More,” he cried out, literally begging for it. “I’m ready. Please. Fuck me, Joe.” I withdrew my fingers, rolled on the condom, and positioned myself at his entrance. His legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.

Aurora’s POV The afternoon light filtered softly through the curtains of Theo’s dorm room, casting a warm golden glow over our tangled bodies. We lay in his bed, limbs intertwined, my head resting on his chest as his fingers traced lazy, soothing circles along my bare back. The scent of our lovemaking still lingered in the air—musky, intimate, and deeply satisfying. My body hummed with contentment, every inch of me marked by his touch, his kisses, and the passionate way he had claimed me again and again. After weeks of painful separation, being here with him felt like coming home.

I heard the door to the car open as I dug around in the cardboard box and I looked up to see Daniel and Jai walk in, both of them staring at me. Jai caught sight of the books sitting next to me and he walked over slowly and picked one up. It was the green one, the one entitled The Occult Truth of Lycanthropy. The look he gave me was indecipherable. "A little light reading?" He asked sarcastically, thumbing through the huge, five-hundred page book. I wished in that moment that I could have been small enough to fit in that box and disappear. How embarrassing. "It was just something I found on his shelves," I said, as if that justified it.

His face was contorted in an expression she had never seen before—wild, almost feral with intensity. With growing trepidation, Claire began to look through the photographs, each one a shocking assault on her senses. Her hands trembled as she saw images of Aiden with another woman, the scenes captured in stark, unrelenting detail. The photos were explicit and brutal: Aiden fucking her roughly, his hands gripping her body with a force that seemed more about possession than passion. Another image showed him canning her, the woman’s back arched in pain, red welts rising on her skin with each strike. Claire could almost hear the crack of the cane, the silent screams echoing in her mind.

I was still riding, still buzzing, when I finally spoke first. “Talk to me about the four or five guys,” I said against his shaft. I came so hard my legs gave out. Xavier felt the difference immediately. That was the moment everything shifted. I told him I would try someone else, but only if the man had at least eight inches. Xavier already had a woman from work he saw every couple of weeks. He arranged a threesome with her so he could test a few men. One of them was Arlie, a real-estate agent whose cock measured nine inches long and more than two inches thick. The woman loved it. Xavier took pictures of Arlie fucking her mouth and her pussy.

I looked up to see the man in complete surrender—his eyes were closed, and he gripped the bedsheet until his knuckles turned white. Xavier was being more insistent, but as soon as I sensed that, I ceased all action and moved away. And this time, his curse words were explosive. I stood up to my full height, tall enough to see the animal's desire in his eyes. The craving between us was beyond control. They fell on the soft bed, and I spread my legs for him, cradling him as he positioned his rod on my delicate part, soaking it with my wetness, and I moaned loudly as he entered me in one swift motion, filling me with all his delicious length. I moaned out loud for that.

"I think that's the most you've ever cum." "What did you expect when you've been playing with it for hours?" I say, still panting. "Not to mention the extra stimulation of an interracial foursome," she teases. "That was incredible!" I tell her, still catching my breath. On the laptop screen the foursome are still going at it but all we can see are the muscles on Rod/Ron's ass clenching as he thrusts into Stephanie's asshole. Trust me, it's not a very erotic sight. "What happens next?" Jasmine asks as I pull my jeans back up.

This place feels very open. “Aaron,” I warn, but without resistance. I am too far away, in a haze of desire. Aaron leans over me, and bites the inside of my thigh. He bends my legs at a forty-five degree angle. Then, with his hand on my knees, he stares at my legs as if they were a bird about to fly.

I’m the birthday whore tonight, twenty-five today, and I decided the only way to celebrate properly was to throw the filthiest, most depraved bisexual orgy Rio de Janeiro has ever seen. This penthouse in Rio is about to become a war zone of cum and screams. The second the door clicks shut, THE FOUR GODS walk in: Filou in a black tank top , his black horse-cock swinging like a weapon; Maximo shirtless, veins popping everywhere; Alfie blond and smirking, abs carved; Malik silent and tatted, dick print so huge it looks fake. Behind them my two favorite sluts: Luara, thick caramel Brazilian ass, and Melissa, fake tits bouncing, clit piercing already glistening.

CHAPTER 158 •••••Third Person POV••••• {Slight Mature Content Ahead} Aurora moans feeling soft butterfly kisses on the base of their neck as she turned her head around giving more access to Ares and sighs in contentment still in her sleep.