Dacre Montgomery Nudes Novels & Stories

Drac said as he leaned his head forward to touch his forehead to mine, still breathing heavily. Instead of answering him. I move my hands into the back of his underwear and pull him closer. I licked his lips and grounded my panty covered core against the heat of his manhood. I moaned every time my clit rubbed against his cock. I pushed his boxers down and moved my hands to his cock. He sucked in a sharp breath and grinded against my panty covered core even harder. I moaned and tried to move his boxers off but they were stuck on his thighs. I moved forward and Drac took my shirt off and his boxers, leaving me in my bright pink lace panties. He moved down and took one of my nipples into his mo

Pax grinned widely, brushing his hands in anticipation, and Ethan crossed his arms, intensively watching us. “I see the backstage timeout do you good.” Pax teased. “Shuddup. Let’s roll,” Clay snapped, but there was no sense of aggression in his tone. Red and yellow lights slowly illuminate two bodies in the center, holding each other close. As Trey cues the music volume will turn up (when it’s ready), Dracula and Lucy take a few steps back and dance to depict how Dracula is waiting to take her away to be one of his brides.

Via Alexander Montgomery: Diary Entries June 21st Age: 18 I think I'm broken. I still don't feel emotionally or physically attracted to my wife. Our sex is very plain. I'm starting to feel like I'm fucking a lifeless body. I seriously get more pleasure from fucking my hand than fucking her.

Jake came next, flooding her throat with bitter jets, forcing swallows around choking girth. He dismounted, swapping to her pussy as Marcus pulled out mid-creampie his load pumping ropes onto her mound before diving back in to finish inside. Jake's monster stretched her limits, ridges dragging walls raw, lube bubbling frothy with each plunge.

His hard cock pressed against my slick hole through his shorts, the thick length rubbing right where I was leaking the most. Draco carried me to his bed and dropped me on my back. He stripped his shirt off in one motion, revealing his broad, muscled chest still glistening with gym sweat. His shorts came down next, his massive cock springing free — thick, veiny, the head already leaking precum, the knot at the base starting to swell. I stared at it, my hole fluttering with a mix of fear and unwanted hunger. He climbed over me, his big body covering mine completely. One of his hands pinned my wrists above my head while the other spread my legs wider.

Drake was standing stark naked in the dead center of the room. The light from his bedside lamp cast long, amber shadows across his physique. He was built with a lean, swimmer’s musculature, broad shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist and hips etched with deep V-lines. His skin was pale but flushed, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat that caught the light. His chest was defined, the muscles jumping with every heavy breath he took. He was better than when I had peaked at him three years ago. His hands were occupied, wrapped firmly around his length as he worked himself. I could hear the tinny, rhythmic sounds of a pornographic video playing from his phone, which he held loosely in o

Lilac* My man.... He was shirtless with only a pair of black pant hanging on his hips, exposing that sexy V-belt that dipped into his crotch, his perfectly ripped chest and some smeared of blood with some cuts here and there, a riffle hanging on his shoulder. To me his looks were fire and I didn't mind being his damsel in distress at that moment. I felt my core clench when Drayce stepped down the stairs with his eyes flashing crimson red which shows how angry and ready to kill he was.

Vengeance is always mine and the show must always go on. I pull on the gloves, smooth them over my flesh, and flex my fingers. I also pull out the smaller medical bag and rest it on the counter. A little girl's life is on the line and I don't have time to play. The scum's wallet and a pocketknife are resting in a shoebox on the utility counter. I quickly flip through the worn bi-fold leather. It holds a debit card, two twenty dollar bills, and his license. Dax Jonathan Montgomery-thirty years old. Beneath the license is a creased picture of a beautiful young woman. The look of utter happiness on her face captivates me for a second. I shake it off and toss everything back into the shoebox. Hi

He quickly rushed over to Monty's side. “Are you okay?” He asked while touching Monty's shoulders. “I'm fine,” Monty replied, wide-eyed, unsure why Logan was asking the question. “What… what happened?” Logan asked as he looked around the hall once more. “A fight ensued.” Monty said in a voice that sounded almost like a whisper. “Drake got into a fight and the other omega beat him badly. You can see how his clothes are torn and his face is bruised. Well I'm happy that at least he has met his match.”

Vengeance is always mine and the show must always go on. I pull on the gloves, smooth them over my flesh, and flex my fingers. I also pull out the smaller medical bag and rest it on the counter. A little girl’s life is on the line and I don’t have time to play. The scum’s wallet and a pocketknife are resting in a shoebox on the utility counter. I quickly flip through the worn bi-fold leather. It holds a debit card, two twenty dollar bills, and his license. Dax Jonathan Montgomery—thirty years old. Beneath the license is a creased picture of a beautiful young woman. The look of utter happiness on her face captivates me for a second. I shake it off and toss everything back into the shoebox. Hi