Annabeth Chase Smut Novels & Stories

I said and walked around the table to my chair. I sat down and noticed, Annabeth wasn’t sitting. She just stood there, showing off her white teeth. “What is it?” I asked with raised brows. “I don’t want to sit Darius,” she said dragging her words like she was under the influence. “What do you want then?” “I want you to make love to me…” she trailed off passing her hand over her chest. “I will be certain then, that you really mean what you said,” she added. My wolf retracted in irritation but I fisted my palms and swallowed down the rage. If I wanted to make this believable, I had to do what she wanted. Besides, what did I stand to lose? “Come and get it,” I said spreading my arms apart

I needed him to touch me, to fill me, to take me. His hand slipped under my skirt, and I gasped, my legs opening wider for him. He moved his fingers through my folds, finding my wetness, and I moaned his name. "Fuck Anita," he growled, his voice rough and demanding. "You're shivering. You're soaked."

He smiled at me and continued pressing his phone. I stared at Annabel's back for a while as the memory of that night came flooding back into my memory. I felt bad for taking advantage of her helplessness the way I did, but there was something special about her. After the accident that left me impotent, I had not been able to have an erection with any girl no matter how hard I tried—it was a secret only me and Doctor Gabriel knew about. I was shocked that a single touch from Annabel—after ten years—and I couldn't control myself, and ever since, I have been craving her body. I remembered how vulnerable and naive she was on top of that counter as I took her virginity. Her pussy tightly clenched

My mouth was full, still I couldn’t stop some from dripping out of the corners of my mouth. My numb hands gave way just as I felt both moans explode with hard groans. I felt drops on my hair, shoulders, boobs….everywhere I was panting…we all were. Someone took off my blindfolds. All three were staring at me with heavy breaths and lust. “Now you look like a slut.” Green announced with a proud grin. As if on cue, a line of cum dripped from my boob down to my stomach. My smile was triumphant….I feel like a slut.

She kept rubbing through it, drawing it out until I was a whimpering, twitching mess. “Fuck yes,” she groaned, sounding almost as turned on as me. “Such a messy little slut. Look at the puddle you made.” She kissed my neck, then gently laid me back on the wet sheets. I was still catching my breath when she stripped off her own clothes. Her body was fuckin incredible--full heavy breasts with dark nipples, soft stomach, thick hips, and a shaved pussy that was visibly glistening. “My turn to taste you properly,” she said, spreading my legs wide and settling between them.

Heat rushed between her legs, and she felt her pussy start to get wet. Professor Kane began the lecture right on time. His voice was steady and professional as he talked about symbolism in the assigned reading. Sara tried to focus, but her eyes kept drifting to his hands. Those same hands that had gripped her thighs and pushed his fingers deep inside her. She squeezed her legs together under the desk. The pressure only made it worse. Her clit throbbed, and fresh slickness coated her panties. Within minutes, she was soaked. The fabric stuck to her swollen lips, and every small movement sent a jolt of need through her.

CHAPTER EIGHT I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for something to happen. Our nose touched. His breathing caressed my pale skin. It was tickling but I kept up with it. His lips were moist and soft, like the muffins at our bakery store. It was warm but the light touch immediately sent chills down to every bit of my being. My heart went insane. It was pounding like crazy. I forbade myself from breathing for the moment. I remained unmoving for a second or two before deciding to press mine to his a little bit deeper.

And he has them all lined up on the sides of the tub for me. I choose the Lavander and vanilla scent, I hand the peach, and the cinnamon sets back to Ansel, who puts them away. He lights the candles, and I add a few drops of the oils to the bath. I stand behind him and undress. Growing up in a pack of werewolves, no one ever cared much about nudity, but seeing as i have never shifted before, I have never actually had a reason to be naked in front of anyone. Still, i find that I am only a little nervous, I trust him. In fact, when he turns around and sees that I am naked, his eyes scan my body, from my feet on up. Pausing to enjoy my curvy hips, and my ample breast's. His breathing is heavy a

She couldn’t breathe, her skin was itching, a kind of itch which grows on touching it. ‘I am just saying,’ said Anubhav earnestly, his eyes watery, ‘things are going too fast ... It is scary for me ...’ Annette made a few indecipherable hand gestures and looked around shiftily. Her body shook slightly, bitterness evident on her face. Her skin was prickling, as if red ants were walking all over her body. When she turned towards Anubhav, he could feel the explosion of rage in her eyes.

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 31-32 ≺𝕀ℕ𝔹𝔼𝕋𝕎𝔼𝔼ℕ;𝔻𝕀𝕊 𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔸𝕋??≻