Afterburn Aftershock Dirty Sexy Saint Novels & Stories

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

“You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me.” “Show me,” Ryan whispered, eyes dark with lust. “I’ve wanted this since the first day.” Sean spun him around, pressing Ryan’s back against the desk. Papers scattered to the floor. He kissed him again, harder, one hand sliding down to grip Ryan’s ass through the damp slacks, squeezing the firm muscle. Ryan arched into him, grinding their hips together. The friction drew a low groan from Sean’s throat. “You’re soaked,” Sean said, voice husky as he trailed kisses down Ryan’s jaw to his neck. He sucked at the pulse point, hard enough to leave a faint mark. “This shirt… it’s criminal.”

His large hands fiercely tore off the clothes on Celine's body and revealed her amazing body. Celine lay on the bed, her seductive eyes filled with confusion. She looked at Saint, the corner of her mouth curled up, and she spoke softly. “Don't be so bold, Saint! We have all night to make love, so slowly enjoy the sweetness of my body, I'll give you everything I've got, and you fill the void in my body with your sperm, okay Saint?” Saint is a man, he cannot resist Celine's deadly charm, his penis is erect and just waiting to be penetrated deep into Celine's vagina. Saint lifted Celine and sat her on his cock, his deep seductive voice rang out, he said.

Most not. At a corner two women were on a wide seat. One lay on her back, legs open. The other was between her thighs, mouth on her breast, sucking hard while her fingers rubbed tight circles on the woman’s clit. The one underneath kept making these soft, desperate sounds, hips lifting every time the fingers moved. A sex party. I turned to Ethan, shocked. “I wanted to spice things up, babe,” he said, like it was nothing. I shook my head. “You don’t have to do all this, Ethan. I think we should go.”

Slowly, I reached out and touched his skin, pulling him with me until we both fell to my bed and I on top of him Knight stopped. “Little Saint…” “Call me Dirty saint, Father. No little girl sits on a cock like I do, right?” Knight shook his head. “You’re unbelievable!” I pounced on him like a prey, kissing him as my hips grinded against his already throbbing cock. I wasn't thinking. My mind was empty, my brain felt hollow. The palpitations had morphed into something else…than I was expecting. The church, my mother, the Alphas, or if this man under me was a priest—All were temporarily forgotten. The only thing I knew to write now was that I'M DONATELA. Just me and this man under me? Was my ma

And she whispered four words that sliced Lucian open: “I don’t know you.” Lucian flinched A silent wound. A quiet devastation. “Elara…please…” She backed into the SUV and shut the door. Lucian stood in the snow, eyes hollowed with something sharper than pain. Damien smirked. “See? Easy.” Lucian turned toward him slowly. And the look in his eyes promised that Damien Hale would not leave this city alive. The SUV sped away. Elara’s hand slid to her stomach. Her baby kicked gently, as if sensing her heartbreak.

It only accentuates his rugged masculinity in my eyes and I want to feel all of that inside me so badly. Uncle Connor’s eyes drop to the throbbing flesh between my legs and his face darkens with lust, a muscle jumping in his jaw. “Look how pretty and tight that pussy is. Not even a saint could walk away from a pussy like this, baby, and I’ve never claimed to be a saint. I’m as bad as they come.” Lowering his head, he presses a kiss to the swollen nub at the top of my pussy. “Have you ever had a man go down on you, Abigail?”

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“All the way in. Spread and hungry.” “Do it, then.” I looked at him with needy eyes. “Make me take it.” His tongue was the perfect accomplice to the work of his hand. I was a squelching, bucking mess as he got me ready, lying flat against the kitchen island as he used me. He bit the insides of my thighs, sucking to leave his marks. I knew I’d be dirty for him under my birthday dress tomorrow, with his filthy words and his love bites all over my skin. Our secret, dirty sins. “Fuck me…” I moaned. “Do it, Julian. Fuck me. Stretch me with that whisk like I’m a dirty little slut.”

he whispered. I felt my heart crack. “Saint… fight it. Fight this… whatever this is.” He shook his head. “I’m beyond fighting now.” --- Then it happened. The loft shook violently. Flames erupted from the barrels, sparks flew, and the explosion was inevitable. Bishop yelled, Derek screamed, Luca grabbed me, and I felt the world tilt violently. I closed my eyes. --- When I opened them… The loft was a crater of fire and rubble. Smoke hung heavy. Sirens wailed in the distance. And yet, standing amidst the ruins, Saint—glowing, transformed, terrifying—looked directly at me.