Afterburn Aftershock Dirty Sexy Saint Novels & Stories

“You’re always wet for me.” His hands spread my thighs wider, lifting one leg over his shoulder as he buries himself deeper. Every lick is brutal. Fast. Desperate. Addictive. I come in seconds. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, licking through the aftershocks, driving me straight into another. I scream his name, hips jerking, toes curling on the wet tiles. He finally stands. Wipes his mouth with the back of his hand then slaps my ass hard.

She forced her gaze away, begging not to see. The blurred pain was almost a sick reward, a medal men twice my age wouldn't be able to carry. I looked back to my father, who was grinning slyly, chuckling as he clapped with everyone else. I blinked down at my hand, letting a small smirk appear. I am Lorenzo Romano, and I am the fucking devil.

Saint instantly flipped us both, pressing his body against mine as he pounded into me. Saint's hand moved slowly, trailing up my arm until he threaded his fingers through mine. Our bodies moved in rhythm, each caress and kiss a silent promise as we moved together. I threw my head back as we both reached an orgasm, a scream escaping from my lips as we came undone. Saint slumped against me, our bodies entangled in the bedsheets. Our breath was ragged, Saint's heavy breathing matching my own. I closed my eyes when Saint placed his forehead against mine, my lips pulling into a smile.

I couldn’t tell if I was vibrating or imagining it, but my body moved weirdly as I shattered with a cry that was muffled by Saint’s lips. He continued finger fucking me until I came down from my high, then he pulled out his finger and replaced his mouth with it. I rolled my tongue around his finger, sucking off my essence and giving him a hint of what a blow job from me would be like. When I licked his finger clean, he leaned down to kiss me again. “What were you asking me again?” Saint questioned. I couldn’t tell if he was mocking me or not but I couldn’t even remember the question. My bikini bottom was wet from my orgasm and my face was flushed so I could only stand there and stare at him,

Harper screamed Saint's name while her muscles quivered around him as another orgasm rocked through her. The pleasure was insane, and Harper melted into a spineless something on the mattress. "You're... You're amazing... Wow..." Harper raked her hand through her hair. She was drenched in sweat. Saint stood on his knees over her. The view could have been one taken from Harper's wet dreams. His shoulders were broad, swollen with muscle and his pecs looked heavy. He peered down at her with a smirk. "We aren't close to done yet. I'm still going to fuck you."

He is a playboy yet loves giving women mixed signals. Before we came here, Peter asked for Ciarra’s help in cleaning his room. I can’t forget Ciarra’s face when she saw me on Peter’s bed, sitting. If Peter wasn’t there, I know she will attack me. Peter’s presence is stopping her from doing anything. I sighed all the things that happened today. I can't believe I just had sex with that playboy. Fuck! My cunt hurts too much. Pain after pleasure.

He suddenly grabbed hold of my neck and made me lean backwards as he increased his pace… It felt like a whole new experience and strangely I kinda liked it.. Orgasm washed over me for the uptenth time and we both had a blast.. Damian let go of me and I fell back on the bed immediately.. His muscular body was covered in sweat and so was i. I was starting to feel dizzy and sticky from all the crazy sex and all I needed was a hot bath. Damian sat down at the edge of the bed after taking out a pack of cigarettes in the bedside cabinet..

'I've never seen you here before, do you work here? 'Yes'. 'Are you new?'. 'Yes'. 'Did you loose the chicken intentionally to scare me?'. 'Yes'. She looked taken aback. 'You did it intentionally?'. 'Yes'. 'Get the hell away from here'. 'OK'. I turned on my heels. 'Wait, come back'. She called and I turned. 'Aren't you going to punish her'. She said to senator. What was his name again.... Yes...Drenthe. Senator Drenthe.

Hell no,Rinna only cussed silently in response and with her face scrunched up in disgust she followed Cassie. The club was filled with the stench of alcohol and sex which probably made her want to puke everything she had just eaten and to make matters worse the further they walked the darker the room became....the only light source seemed to be the glittering disco balls hanging from the ceiling and the different colored spotlights shining everywhere.

as she reached down to feel who was below her, Christy's hands closed around two large breasts, covered with a slick liquid, oozing out more in response to the pressure from Christi's hands. The bitch! That dirty cunt stole her boyfriend, and now she's... Christy's climax hit her like a freight train loaded with bricks falling out of the sky, and Fererro peaked simultaneously, his molten seed pouring down Christy's throat into her gullet. At the same time, Sheanna sucked Christy's life force into her own body, the void quickly being filled by Fererro's molten lust. "Go now, and enjoy your last moments," cackled Sheanna as Christy pulled herself free of the two demons, grabbing her shirt and