روايات وقصص ضمن Afterburn Aftershock Dirty Sexy Saint

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.

' The dirty command pushed me over, my body seizing as waves of pleasure crashed through me, pussy fluttering wildly around him. 'Ahh! Fuck, yes! Devante!' I cried out, muffled against the pillow, but loud enough that I prayed the walls were thick. He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, his cock swelling as hot spurts of cum filled me, painting my insides. 'Take it all, you filthy girl... filling this cunt up.' We shuddered together, his body heavy against mine, both of us panting in the aftermath. But the drug wasn't done with him yet... I could feel him twitching inside me, already hardening again, the arousal refusing to ebb.

"We're filling you up in the dirt where you belong. You're never going to be clean again." He slowly withdrew, the sensation making me feel cold and hollow. Bastian followed, a thick, white ribbon of their combined essence trickling from my ass and pussy onto the dark soil. I lay there, limp and ruined, my skin flushed and branded by the forest and their touch. Bastian looked down at me, a dark, satisfied smirk on his face as he adjusted his clothes. He reached out and wiped a smear of cum from my lip, then licked his finger. "I think the hunt is over, don't you, Alistair?"

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.”

I drain him dry, from base to tip, watching as the last drops fall upon the holy items. It is a dirty, taboo sight that makes my pussy throb once more. He pulls me down after, his cum-smeared cock pressed against my thigh. We lay there, breathing heavy, the chapel smelling of sex. My body aches in the best possible way; vows are shattered on the altar. I kiss his neck, tasting salt and the knowledge of this sin binding us.

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.

Ingrid rocked her body against his hardness, stimulating her clit, pressing against her swollen folds. Noah held her tight and captured her lips just as she was about to explode. She moaned loudly into his mouth, eyes wide open, as shock and thrill consumed her. Ingrid climaxed from their dry humping—right there, in the middle of the dance floor. She could feel Noah’s body trembling as he reached his release. Their bodies trembled together as they held each other, riding the aftermath of their dirty dance. Noah hugged her tightly, as if trying to shield her from the world. As if wanting to tell her how much he had enjoyed what they had just done. As if letting her know that she had nothing t

It's so, so good, I swear I see God for a second. I usually recover from my orgasms in a couple seconds, but this time I feel the aftershocks for like a full minute after. Sadly, Saint's huge dick starts going soft so he pulls out of me and moves to drop his big body next to mine. I gulp and pull the pillow under my ass so I can rest, but Saint sits up before I can do it. He's still smiling, thankfully, so his demons haven't gotten hold of him. Yet. I have to take advantage of his good mood while it lasts.