Annabeth Chase Smut Novels & Stories

The kind of scared you get when something you buried shows up wearing a leather jacket and smelling like cigarettes. Then I saw him. Fuck. Tall. Inked hands. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He looked straight at me like he already knew I’d taste good. My stomach clenched, but my pussy clenched harder. Who in the fucking sex scene was this hottie? “Liv, this is Zane,” Sabrina said, like she read my thoughts. She didn’t look at me. She was wearing shorts she hadn’t worn in a year — too tight, too high — and a top that looked like it belonged to me.

“Matt, they are our visitors, so be nice and stop this arguing.” “Some things never change; she’s still a slut,” Annabel muttered loud enough for everyone to hear as she stuffed a big bite of food into her mouth and chewed slowly. She swallowed, wiped her lips with a napkin, and then turned to Ethan with a fake smile. “Mr. Enrique, let me tell you the truth about your fiancée. Do you really know who Meadow is? She’s a shameless slut and a p**nstar. Back in high school, she seduced Matt every chance she got. She dragged him into locker rooms after school, the backseats of cars in the parking lot, empty classrooms during lunch—anywhere they could be alone. She didn’t just hook up with him; she

"Ariana, please. Let me explain." I backed up one step. Then another. The corridor felt safer. Darker. Farther from this betrayal. But I couldn't look away. Not yet. The woman slid off the desk gracefully. She stood naked beside Kade. Her body was perfect. Marked with his bites and handprints. She ran a hand down her stomach slowly. It stopped just above her wet pussy. "Looks like we have company, Kade," she purred. Kade shot her a sharp look. "Shut up."

"Evander! Have you gone blind or what?!" A shrill scream filled with fury suddenly cut Evander off. From the direction of the lobby staircase, a popular female student named Anabelle strode forward, the sharp clicks of her high heels echoing across the marble floor. She wore a tight mini dress that showed off her slender legs, while her flawless makeup now looked distorted by anger. Anabelle, who had secretly admired and constantly tried to catch the attention of the young master of the Blackthorne family since their first semester, simply could not accept seeing the man she adored affectionately holding hands with a curvy girl.

He knew this would be hard—not having the chance to reach out for her and touch her while he finally gets to see what lies under all that… “Here we are,” he mumbled in a gruff tone as he pushed the door open. Abigail gasped in shock as she stepped through. It was the most exotic thing she’d ever seen, yet it slightly excited her to get her pedicured hands around those poles, and climb those chairs... Stripping wasn’t something she ever minded, but it wasn’t something she enjoyed thoroughly either. Yes, most times she liked the rush of adrenaline, but it wasn’t necessarily a hobby.

Her shorts didn’t do much to cover up legs that were toned and strong from hours spent running. Annie couldn’t help but wonder if the skin of her legs would be soft and smooth if she touched them. She blushed at the thought. It was strange for her to feel this way; she shook off the thought. After all her first lover had been a werewolf, stranger things happened. So what if the one she was thinking about now was a woman? Hormones were a crazy thing, and pregnancy ones had her feeling a whirlwind of emotions she wasn’t used to. Turning away, Annie looked back at Abby. Watching the glowing light encircle her sister and the witches, before popping like a bubble. Coating them with fine sparkles

Anna's pov "Are you going clubbing again?" I said glaring at Abby. That's totally Abby, very sassy, rude, rather cumbersome and mischievous. the total opposite of me even though we are identical twins, sometimes I get lost in thoughts pondering on how she does a good job at drinking, smoking cigarettes, changing boyfriends almost every week with my fucking identity. yeah, my identity, Anna not Abby and there is nothing I can do about that. I am always the bad guy if I make an attempt to step in or point out the wrong. however the hell people believe we are the same person, I am still in shock because the difference are too clear.

Ann begged with tears trickling out from the side of her eyes. He didn't moved his hands, he left it on her cunt. He pressed his finger in her cunt and her juice squirt out of her entrance. Ann clenched her hands into a fist as she moan louder while opening her mouth wide open and began gasping for air. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING OF THE "SEX DOCTOR(HIS SUBMISSIVE)18+" FLASHBACK OF HOW IT STARTED. INTRODUCTION; I am Ann hamburger. A sex maniac. I mean, I love having sex. And I am a fan of one night stands.

I made a mental note to give Annabelle a nice thank you for being discreet-tip. I laid Brynne out on her back and just looked down at her for a moment. The need to go slow was important this time. I wanted to cherish her and accept this gift she was giving to me. I needed to savor her. Her hair swept over her shoulders and her eyes looked sort of green against the turquoise top she still wore. Not going to be wearing it for long. I started on her trainers. Then the ankle socks. I cupped her feet and massaged them before sliding up her leg and hips to the waistband of her shorts. My fingers slipped underneath and gripped. Down they came. My eyes took in the reveal of her skin as the fabric sl