Big Booty Puerto Rican Goddess Novels & Stories

“They are watching” “Great! They are just about to witness the most interesting part”, Richard replied and leaned closer to her face. He cupped her cheeks and without minding the panicked look in her eyes, or the number of eyes on him. It was time to show the public his secret goddess, and this was the perfect time for that.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

It smelled like incense, the aroma rich and complex, with notes of sandalwood and myrrh. My eyes slowly fell on her tattooed arms, my curiosity piqued. The tattoos weren't the usual ones, at least not a pattern I knew, consisting mostly of letters and Cyrillic-like characters that seemed to dance across her skin. I found myself drawn to the tattoos, wondering what story they told and what secrets they held. My question was, why so many? Almost seventy percent of her upper body was covered in it. "You are looking at my arms?" Lyanna raised them up. "These, are the words of our Goddess and ancient scriptures. You know of our Goddess right? The one that created us?"

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

My cock twitched. She was wearing a black sports bra. Tight as fuck. Skin-hugging. Chest-lifting. And her tits—Moon Goddess—her tits were enormous. Full and high and round, practically spilling out of the bra with every breath she took. I stared. I didn’t care who was watching. I didn’t give a fuck if the entire pack was in the room. I stared like a man possessed. My mouth dried. My palms itched. My cock strained against my pants so violently I thought I might burst through them.

he continued, “a goddess in every sense of the word. A woman made to be worshipped, possessed, and adored. She is purity and temptation combined—an unparalleled creature of beauty, grace, and elegance.” Lia fought the urge to look away, to close her eyes against the suffocating reality of what was happening. She refused to let them see her weakness, but the words—the descriptions of her body, her appearance—were like a suffocating blanket, crushing any sense of self-worth she had left. The host raised his hand dramatically, and a low, thrilling hum of excitement passed through the room. “Tonight, this goddess will be yours, gentlemen. Her fate is in your hands, and I’m sure there are many of

They are perfectly small, her ass is what I find hot. Her inner muscles clench around my cock, the clasp of our hips smashing. She lets out a grumbled moan. My finger dip into her hip, my desire is burning high, I take her ass into my hands and start to bounce her on my shaft. Every move leaves my cock coated in her juices. She is my last meal before being crucified tomorrow. I dip my head to suck her breast. I am going to worship her every nook and cranny.

She could not have been communicating with me through my thoughts and my mind. And if she was indeed Ezza, what was the sorcery that she has tried to put me on? How come I was hearing her voice inside my head? How was it possible that she was here, and she knows me, and basically said that "I am her and she is me"? However, I was guessing that the woman had noticed the confused look on my face because she answered my unfinished question and did something unpredictable and disquieting. "No, dear, I am not her, but I am a very close one—" the woman then slowly sank to her knees with her fisted left arm over her right chest, as she bows her head and she said, "we've been waiting for you for so

Even though pregnant Goddesses were in high demand around that place. Ebony was beautiful in a way Amber never would be. A natural beauty with no make up and zero fucking effort involved. Her black skin gleamed, her tight bronze curls bounced around her face, her tits were perky, her body the perfect shape. Her chest bulged, her waist narrowed, then flowed into thick thighs and a teardrop ass women paid to have. Ebony had been a loyal friend and tough competitor over the few years Amber had known her since she came to the club. She was also honest and didn’t tend to sugarcoat things. That was a refreshing change in a world full of fake, backstabbing bitches.

Samantha snapped out from her dreamy fantasy and diverted her attention to Ruan. “The Luna Goddess of the Moon.” “I think I remember dad saying that you met her. I didn’t expect it to be real.” “Well, your father, my brother also said that the Luna Goddess sometimes blesses some certain people who worships her. Do you think that girl is blessed by her?” Ruan looked at Kaliyah who was still immersed in her training. “She is.” “But being blessed also means many people will be greedy on her. they will try to have her in their possession. Thus, danger will follow her wherever she goes…”