Annabeth Chase Smut Novels & Stories

she cries as she fists her hands in my hair. "Fuck ! "I growl as I cup her small breasts and imagine cupping Annabelle's large full breasts instead. I push her body on the ground and proceed to thrust in her without a thought of gentleness but she moans like crazy and all I can think of is a Annabelle. "Oohh don't stop ! "she screams as she drives her finger nails into my back. I thrust in deeper until electricity sweeps through my entire body and my body shakes as I withdraw to release .

I- i fuck! My thoughts were also disorganized, I couldn't think properly as it was everywhere. “ Why! Why?!” I screamed, begging for them to help me but they just watched as I burnt from the heat and wanted for more. Anita stood, her hands folded as she looked at me with a smirk to show that she was the boss and the one in charge. Annabelle noticed, rolling her hands that were on my core as I felt my juices squirt harder and gush everywhere. “ Let me show you heaven.” She said sweetly.

The scent that made my Lycan sit up and take notice every single time she was near. My Lycan stirred, restless and hungry for our mate, pressing against the confines of my skin, begging me to take her. I forced myself to focus on her hair instead. On the way the light caught in the dark strands, making them shine like polished obsidian. I reached out before I could think better of it, fingers brushing against the soft curls. “Smooth,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “You have a very lovely hair.” Annabeth froze. And I saw the way her pulse jumped at the base of her throat. The delicate flutter of her heartbeat beneath her skin.

She wore a tiny pair of shorts that gave me a little peak at her gorgeous round globes, and a tight sleeveless shirt that did not have a huge cut but still showed enough skin so my imagination was running wild. Most nights she fell asleep somewhere in the middle of the movie we were watching and somehow she always ended up leaning on me or laying with her head in my lap. At the end of the movie, I carried her to her room with a hard-on that could cut through stone. After that, I took an ice-cold shower and tried really hard to keep my thoughts pure but each time I failed. I kept seeing different scenarios with Anabelle behind my closed lids and every time I came after a few moments of my for

“Oh. What a pleasant surprise. I'll tell them to let you through.“ Drake manoevered his car through the golden reflective gate. Annabeth was waiting outside the main house, dressed in a cotton lilac bath robe. Her hair was so wrapped in a towel. “Did you just finished taking your bath?“ I asked surprised. Drake walked over to my door but I beat him to it. “You know you have to stop acting like a gentle man around me. It's scary.“ first he shook my hand and now he wanted to help me open my door. If I had more time here I would have investigated him. Was he going to die soon or what? He blinked, placing a hand in his chest. “Can't a guy be nice anymore?“ “I just finished yoga” Annabeth said wa

Stands up and walks towards me she sticks her hand out and says. "Nice to meet you I will be your air sacrifice." "Nice to meet you too." "This here is Tabitha." Blaze announced A short woman with a pixie hair cut that was so dark stood up and says. "Hi, I am your water sacrifice." "Lastly this is Annabelle." Blaze says this with a bit of animosity. I don't know how I didn't notice this woman before she stood up and she was so regal. She had such long brown hair that put mine to shame and she was the most stunning woman I had ever seen.

Anthony breathed, his eyes wide and completely mesmerized by the woman pinned above him. Anna didn’t say a word. She just smirked, her fingers moving with a frantic purpose as she popped the buttons of his shirt. She peeled the fabric back, exposing his broad, muscular chest. Her breath hitched at the sight of him, and she leaned down, her lips dragging across his skin. When she nipped at his nipple, a sharp whimper broke from his throat—a sound that made her own blood hum with power.

I’ll close this up for you. Victor gives me a grateful glance and then murmurs something about seeing to the children, heading up the stairs. I turn to Annabeth, then. “Can I tempt you?” I say, raising my glass of wine to her. She looks towards it, biting her lip, and then down at her belly, which is now cutely swollen with her second-trimester pregnancy. “I shouldn’t…” she murmurs, running a hand over her baby bump. But then, she looks up to me, flashing me a little reckless smile. “But what the hell. Honestly, I’m dying for a drink.”

The sweet, musky scent of her recent orgasm hung heavy in the air, mixing with the faint trace of her jasmine perfume. My cock throbbed painfully against the confines of my trousers, rock hard and leaking, demanding to be buried inside the woman who had just come so perfectly on my fingers. I wanted nothing more than to bend her over this desk right now and fuck her until she forgot Karyk’s name existed, but I kept the expression on my face perfectly calm and controlled, almost most bored even. No one, especially not this worthless excuse of a man, would ever see how deeply Delilah Moonbane affected me.

my eyes widen slightly and she smirks, her fangs peeking through as she heatedly glares at me, her eyes blazing for a second as she stops on my lip that bleeds. (Twist it) "Want a taste?" I manage to say as I force my way out of her spell licking my lip. "Fuck, you punch like a man. I'm proud." My smile makes her step back and tries to get out. The desire to gather her in my arms heightened with her will to leave. My hands flick the entrance and exit of said ballroom and they're shut instantly. Annabelle darts around like a lost deer pulling at handles, "Open the fucking doors!" She shouts followed by useless series of spells that I deflect.