Novel & Cerita Afterburn Aftershock Dirty Sexy Saint

“Callum, please—don’t stop—” “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered. Her hands slid down his back, nails grazing the muscles that rippled with every movement. He watched her face as she unraveled beneath him, watched her mouth part, her eyes roll back, her body arch in ecstasy. When she came again, it was a slow burn—deep, consuming, sacred. He let go a moment later, whispering her name like a vow, buried deep inside her. ⸻ They didn’t speak at first.

"I'm cumming. Aaah, you dirty slut!" He pulled out from her mouth and aimed it right at Layla's face. An explosion of semen flung onto her face. She closed her eyes just in time, as his cum coated her face. Taking what he wanted aroused him more than anything in his life. Watching his slave wince and sputter as he shot his load on her face was the greatest moment of his life. She slid into the corner of the room holding herself. She inclined her head, feeling ashamed but still reeling from her orgasm.

Unable to feel herself, he kept moving, gyrating his hips and drilling her deeper with each powerful stroke. "Mort, I'm coming!" Sumire exclaimed and shuddered when she exploded in delicious pleasure, eyes rolled up in ecstasy and head spinning dizzily. Just a few seconds, Mort followed her, he erupted and a lava of cum flooded inside her. Her mouth gaped as a tingling sensation shot and her toes curled with the blast. Her legs quivered violently and she felt so full. They reek the smell of raw hot sex.

All three of my men groaned, long and loud, as Saint shot his load down my throat and Kord emptied himself into my pussy. I even got decorated with Ransom's cum as he jetted off in hot streams that spurted against my neck and chin. Call me a dirty whore, but having all three of my men's cum on or in me at the same time brought my own climax surging back through my body, hard. We lay there like survivors of a natural disaster. "Fuck," I said after Saint's cock slid from my mouth. "What the fuck was that?" Kord asked. "That was fucking amazing."

Sre felt like a volcano fucking erupted on her. His second and third finger joined the first without hesitation and curled forward, stroking her walls with expertise. Sre's hip bucked once, crashing into Xaver's and he tried not to curse. His cock was throbbing so hard and the brush of her waist on his was making it harder to ignore the rigid flesh in his pants. But he wanted to see Sreya come. Her coconut scented skin, soft supple flesh, hungry brown eyes and sexy ass groans were clouding his senses and all he wanted to do was see her come. Hell, he needed her to come for them both. It'd get him off in the safety of his million dollar tiled bathroom.

The Southlands priest once prophesied that the Duke of Winslet's house would produce a Saintess who could command every beast alive. I'd hidden the golden serpent mark on my wrist since childhood, but my cousin, Rose Winslet, flaunted a poisonous snake coiled around hers every day. When the marriage decree came, she got exactly what she wanted: the Crown Prince. I was given to the Seventh Prince instead, a man with two ruined legs whom the entire court despised. For six years after that, I trained hawks to carry messages and drove wolves through enemy lines, and it was my hands that put him on the throne. The day he was crowned, I told him, overjoyed, that I was the true beast-commandin

I murmured, holding onto him, trying to steady my racing heartbeat. “Sorry, my angel… but I think you’ve awakened a demon in me,” he whispered, pressing kisses along my neck as we slowly shed layers of clothing. My stomach did that fluttery thing it always did with him. His kisses always had thatahicak effect, leaving me wanting more. But for a split second, my mind drifted to Damien. Why him? Not now. I shook my head, trying to focus on Ray and the warmth spreading through me. Without warning, Ray put all his member into me. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure I felt afterwards. He paused, searching my eyes, and I tilted my head slightly, giving him permission to keep going.

Cedric growled, sucking hard on her tit. They came together — hot, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy. Zinnia bit onto Cedric's shoulder as the final orgasm ripped through her, her whole body shaking with aftershocks. They stayed buried inside her for long moments, panting, kissing her neck, and praising her. “Good girl… our perfect little slut.” Zinnia lay there between them, covered in sweat, cum leaking from her and her body filled with hickeys and sex marks. A satisfied smile curved her lips.

He groaned in approval, increasing his pace building that tingling rhythm that sent aftershocks up my spine, wave and wave of them. I couldn't think anymore. He slammed into me one last time, hitting that perfect, sensitive spot deep inside. I shattered. My body clamped around him, spasming in violent waves of release. I cried out his name, over and over, lost in the white-hot haze. Stellan groaned, a low, animalistic sound. He drove into my convulsing warmth three more times, then froze, his body rigid as he poured himself into me, holding me tight against his chest as the aftershocks racked us both.

Tears mixed with it, my face a mess of salt and heat. Sage cursed low and filthy, his grip turning painful as my climax pulled him over the edge. He slammed in one final time—deep, possessive, brutal—and came with a guttural roar, filling me completely. Hot spurts pulsed inside me, thick and endless, marking me from the inside out until I felt it leaking around him. He stayed buried, hips jerking with aftershocks, emptying everything into me until we were both spent, trembling, drenched.