Christian Sex Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Two weeks." "What do you teach?" "Art history." She almost smiled at that. "Not business?" "I left that world a long time ago." He stepped back into the hallway. "Get some rest. We'll talk more tomorrow." After he left, Christiana wandered through the hallway. She noticed paintings on the walls, abstract pieces with bold strokes and dark colors. They felt raw in a way that did not match the sterile house. She stopped in front of one that looked like a storm, all blacks and grays with a slash of red cutting through the center.

She raised her voice, sounding very angry and her thunderous voice echoed through the room. “Relax Stephanie, we had sex after you guys broke up and you moved on with your girlfriend.” “Oh wow.” “His dick wad good but he was still very naive and he was a slow sex partner.” She furrowed her eyebrows and got up to go to the kitchen. “Slow sex partner? What do you mean by that?” “I mean I like the rough, no pity sex that comes with the multiple orgasms and the ass slapping.” I said excitedly, my mind flash backing to all the p**n videos I have been watching.

Max brought the woman onto his body, sitting her on his lap while he kissed her breasts again. I knew they were about to do it—really do it like two adults having sex, not like me and Jack, who still had to hold back because of the principles I held. And when it finally happened, I sped up the movements of my fingers, thrusting in and out of my pussy. “Ah…” Damn it. I quickly covered my mouth when I accidentally moaned in my hiding spot. My heart pounded violently when I realized how stupid I’d been. “Who’s there?”

We’ve read so many forbidden stories… we’ve come a long way with No Saints! The tension, the sins, the things that shouldn’t happen, but always do. But this chapter is different. This one isn’t forbidden. There’s no hiding, no guilt. Just a husband and his wife. A mate and her Alpha. This scene is taken from my book A luna’s Revenge, and it can be read on its own. To read Alexander and Abigail’s full story, search A luna’s Revenge by Ebi Happy on GoodNovel.

He, because although he had slept with several women in his life, it was only mechanical sex, where he did not allow them to touch him, although he did not explore them much either; he would never have allowed any of them to do what he was doing right now, the beautiful princess sitting astride him. Christian continued to suckle one of her appetizing and provocative breasts like a man possessed, while with his other hand he squeezed her hard nipple and she panting madly rubbed against his Pen1s; the man felt how the fluid emanating from her bathed his pelvis, raised her hips a little, lifted her up and at the same time with his other hand he removed the clothes that were in the way.

I still wasn’t used to his size, but even more so, something about having sex with this man was so intense I thought I would lose myself completely or do something ridiculous like cry if I didn’t feel I had a semblance of control over it. He stilled, and then we were both shaking as he eased out and then back inside. Pleasure burned through my veins. I moaned. Ran my fingers up his chest and held onto his shoulders as he fucked me slowly on the edge of the counter. We both watched his length disappear in and out of me. “Christian . . . no condom,” I breathed. “Again.” “I’ll pull out.” “I think that’s how my sister got pregnant with three of her kids.” That should have been enough to scare bo

He smirks and raises his brow. I roll my eyes. “You’re—you are beyond handsome or hot or sexy.” I smile and look at my hands. “You’re still perfect in my eyes, Abbygail. You’re pure, innocent, smart, beautiful, intelligent, and I don’t want to taint you. I did a lot of things that I’m not proud of. I had sex with many women, and I even made my own rules.” “Like Christian Grey? You practice BDSM?” “Hell no.” He wrinkles his nose, and he looks cute. “Let me guess, curiosity made you read those books. Come here, please?”

I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. Christian held up his hands in mock surrender, but his expression was anything but apologetic. “She can only be pregnant if you two had sex,” he said, his tone deliberately casual, as if he was stating the obvious. “Did you two have sex?” I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening. I wanted to smack him right then and there. Did he really think this was the time for his stupid jokes? “Don’t be a dumbass,” I growled. “I told you we had sex.”

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL