Novel & Cerita American Horror Story Smut

The metal was slick with rain, sending a shiver through my now soaked blouse as my nipples tightened instinctively. “Please, stop. I won't do it—”. His hand slid down to my hip, fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs, then lifting my skirt just enough to expose the lace trim of my panties. “Look at you”, Chester whispered. I had read enough romance books and watched enough movies to figure out that his voice was a mixture of contempt and desire. “All dressed up for this paparazzi work, but you're just a little slut who wants to be taken”. My heart hammered in my chest, fear mixing with something darker. That something that was darker was an arousal that flared despite the humiliation I

Her scream broke into sobs, her body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her, her ass clenching hard around his cóck. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned, thrusting harder, faster, until he lost control. With a hoarse growl he buried himself to the hilt and came, hot streams spilling deep inside her ašs. He held her down, grinding into her as his cúm leaked out around his cock. When he finally pulled out, he smirked at the sight of her ruined holes, dripping and twitching. He slapped her ašs one more time, leaving it raw and red.

My heart raced as I took hold of it, loving how big it was in my palms—yet I could handle it well. Carson's eyes went darker than their usual shade. Pure desire swirled in them. His hand found my breast again, fondling them. I reached for the glass of drink and met his gaze. "Can I?" I asked. "You don't have to ask, Sophia. Just take the damn cock and let me cum in your mouth," he ordered. A smile formed at the corner of my lips. I lowered the glass and poured a little of the drink on his cock, then started rolling my hand all over it. "Using my drink on my cock, huh?" he said when he finally saw what I did.

I didn’t have to be looking at him to know he was wearing that same smug, arrogant grin. With a groan, I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. "I hate that fucking moron. I wish he would just die." Damon’s footsteps echoed as he walked down the hallway, slowly fading into the distance. A deep, pulsing heat built in my pussy, impossible to ignore. I pushed the blanket aside and slid my hand into my pajama pants, fingertips brushing my needy pussy. When I pulled them back out, they were slick with my pussy wetness.

Sighing, I crawled under the sheets and stared out at the dark, starry sky. I wonder if half vampires also have mates? Will I know who's mine when I see him? *~*~*~*~*~*~* Hola Beautiful Readers! Have a fun read and if you liked the story then please support the author on I* @alice_blonday ;) Meanwhile, SMILE because you look beautiful smiling. Adios!

I almost wish my witch friend could hear me so she’d know how much her potion was doing for me. My husband leaned over me and the cum that we left on me was sandwiched between us. It was lubrication between our bodies. It spread all over my husband’s chest and stomach and made him slide against me. It felt so dirty, like we were tainting ourselves by immersing our bodies in all this cum. It got everywhere, spreading to our arms and hands and making my hair clump up with sticky cream. My husband pounded me harder until he came again. He blew his load inside and all of the cum filling me up brought me to climax.

The words jumped off the page—raw, filthy, so unapologetically explicit. Oh gods, this isn't sweet romance. This is pure smut. Dirty, detailed, filthy smut. I should've closed it right then. Put it down. But my eyes kept scanning hungrily, my breath coming shorter and faster. Dorian's thrusts grew brutal and deep, claiming every inch of her possessively. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned loudly. "Milking my cock like you were made for it." Jean shattered around him suddenly, screaming his name as the pleasure crashed through her body hard.

“My screaming slut, milking my cock. Scream louder, make Sophie’s lies disappear.” Eva screamed, “Aaah! Oh god!” Her body trembled, and pleasure surged fast. “I’m cumming,” she screamed, “Ohhh, god!” Her thighs shook hard, and her climax hit like a wave. “Harder, please!” “Cum,” Hayes growled. He spanked her, his cock thrust faster, and his lips sucked her clamped nipple. “Soak my cock, my wet bitch. Drench me.”

This needy. His sophistication broke. Amos leaned over my back, his chest pressing my bound hands against the vanity, pinning me in place. His free hand slid into my hair, tangling in my waves before pulling back hard and exposing my throat to the mirror. “You’re beautiful when you suffer for me,” he growled. His teeth grazed my skin, leaving a soft bite on my shoulder. “You belong to me, Aurelia. Your body, your pussy, all of you. Everything has my name on it. I will be your only owner.”

I screamed around Ethan’s shaft. We came together in a sweaty, filthy explosion. Dylan flooded my pussy with pulse after pulse of hot cum. Carter unloaded deep in my ass, the overflow leaking out around his shaft. Ethan pulled out and painted my face and tits with rope after rope of thick white cum. I kept cumming, body shaking, holes clenching, milking every last drop. We collapsed in a sticky, cum-drenched heap. Cum oozed from my stretched pussy and asshole, dripped down my thighs, and coated my chin, cheeks, and heaving breasts. My hair was a mess, my makeup ruined. I looked like the perfect used-up slut.