Delilah Rage Nude Novels & Stories

He was driven insane with the sensation and heat that enveloped his manhood. Dylan quickly took the gel that was in the drawer of the small table next to the bed. He gave it to Alexander and he wanted him to put it on his stiff shaft. Alexander stood up smiling and he got a very close look at Dylan’s huge shaft. He was kneeling in front of him, his face facing his proud member. He looked up and a silly smile formed on his lips. Dylan locked eyes with him and he didn’t want to look away while slowly bringing his mouth closer to his shaft.

She moans as Val started nipping on her neck. He holds her arms and pressed them against the wall. His lips trailed down from her neck to her breast. At first, the old lady is struggling but she stops. Val released her hands and he unbuttoned her blouse exposing her huge breast. He licks his lips to see it. He turned on his phone flashlight so he could still see Mrs. Laura's nude chest. "You fulfilled my fantasies!" He mumbled after massaging it with his hands. Her hands grab Val's hair as he started sucking her nipples. She could feel how he crave it. It's so rough and his tongue keeps playing it until it turned hard.

" I did not know which sentence provoked her, but I knew that she began throwing a tantrum right after that. She screamed and shouted about how Theo was absolutely her online boyfriend. Then, she insulted me with all manner of curses, claiming I was a shameless harlot who seduced her boyfriend. She was someone who always put on an act of innocence, desperate for everyone to know just how popular and fragile she was. Not only did the guys like her, but the girls did too. She always claimed everyone in the dorm room was close to her. I did not plan on exposing her at first.

Then, something crashed onto the floor behind me. Marcel tumbled off the bed. Staggering forward, he dropped to his knees at my feet with his fists clenched. "Cedric, I'm sorry... I'm the one who deserves blame. I forced Delilah into this. You’ve always been the only one she truly loved. "Hit me. Kill me if you want. Just... don't act like you don't care." Delilah hurriedly gathered the clothes from the floor and draped them over his shoulders before getting on her knees beside him. Nevertheless, what spilled from her lips wasn't guilt but overwhelming concern for him.

“Now slide your hand into your panties. Show me how wet that sweet pussy is for me.” Delilah’s eyes were glassy with lust and embarrassment as she slipped one hand beneath the black lace. The moment her fingers touched her folds, her knees nearly buckled. “Oh goddess…” she whispered. “Tell me,” I demanded. “How wet are you?” “Soaked,” she breathed, voice trembling. “I’m… I’m dripping, Zedd.” I groaned deeply, gripping the arms of the chair. My cock was leaking steadily, straining painfully against my zipper. I had never been this close to losing control in my life.

She says with another shake of her head, like a dejected mother seeing her child do shit for the millionth time after stopping them. I’m entirely too happy and smug about this opportunity that he offered me on a golden platter because now I’m going to get revenge for the hallway episode and him calling me a whore. I’ll show him what a whore can do. “So, there are these pumps in your closet.” Delilah starts, pausing by the door and smiling brightly. “If you die, can I have it?” She pouts, imitating an innocent puppy as she does so. I roll my eyes and chuckle.

Her eyes showed a glint that they never had before, and it was exciting to feel this way, this powerful. But damn those humans! Damn that referee and those girls in the first place! Those students laughing also deserved to have their tongues cut out or something! And her mark still burnt! She gripped the sleeve of the jersey she was wearing and before she could think any better of it, pulled it. The sleeve tore apart with a rip, as did some extra portions of the shirt. She was now standing in the bathroom, with her eyes blazing, and the top part of her body half-naked.

In front of the entire pack. They fucked her like that with deep, synchronized thrusts. The wet, filthy sound of her overstretched holes taking four cocks at once carried across the clearing. Lisa’s arms shook. Her breasts swung with every impact. Tears of overwhelming pleasure streaked her face as orgasm after orgasm was forced out of her. She came so many times she lost count, squirting around the two cocks in her pussy, her body convulsing while the Alphas held her open and used her thoroughly.

“This is bullshit—this is manufactured.” “I know,” Alec said, his voice steely. “But the public won’t know that unless we shut it down fast.” Before she could reply, her inbox exploded with messages. Her manager. Her PR girl. Even her mother, calling from a number she hadn’t saved in years. And then—just to twist the knife—Delilah’s I*******m story popped up. A perfectly filtered video of her sipping champagne beside a burning dress. ZML’s signature blush-pink prototype. Set on fire.

Her nipples hardened beneath the wet cotton, her thighs pressing together in shock. Fuck…I couldn't move now. I just stood there, letting the water rain down, my eyes glued to her body. Then my voice, raspy with hunger, drifted through the droplets. “I like you wet.” Her lips parted, eyes wide. I tilted my head, a wicked grin curving his mouth. “Are you wet for me, Delilah?” She gasped, stunned by my words. Her face contorted in rage. “You’re a monster,” she whispered, looking pissed. “And.. no…I'm not.”her voice trembled now.