Novel & Cerita Drarry 18+

'A mission to protect? Really? Freaking doomed!’ -Drake Lucas Del Fiore- Note: This is a work of fiction. Characters and all are based on the author's imagination. All rights reserved, and soft copy is prohibited. Contains highly sensitive scenes and mature episodes. R18. Drake’s POV I groaned deeply as I nearly reached my climax. Her heavy breathing gave me the satisfaction of knowing she’s way beyond heaven. I pulled her closer and thrust deeper inside her. Her hands fisted on my back while I was doing the job.

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

But Marcus worked my clit faster, whispering filthy encouragement in my ear, and my body started to relax into it. "She's ready," Dante announced, pulling his fingers out. I felt the head of his cock—thicker than his fingers, hot and slick with lube—press against my asshole. Panic flared.

"Hah! Yeah, right. Come on, everyone is afraid of something." "Not me." "Look, if it makes you feel any better, I'll even tell you my biggest fear." Harley laughed quietly through her nose. "You're a five hundred year old vampire, I highly doubt there is much on this mortal plane that can scare you." "It may seem like that, but I can assure you it's not the case." "Alright then, I guess I could tell you mine if you tell me yours." "Deal… but you first." "Okay, the truth is that I'm afraid-"

After I don't know how long of dancing and a couple of drinks Dante guided us both to a room upstairs, I had no idea where we're going and when I looked at Elise she looked as lost as me. Okay here comes the very bad smut scene. If you're under 18 I'm not your mother and if you are over 18 I'm still not your mother so ENJOY. Ps: I don't guarantee it to be good. Dante take us to a room its dark, the walls are black, the light is low, in the middle of the room there is a four-poster bed, there is a dresser, a leather chair in one corner of the room and a door that lead to the bathroom I assumed.

My mouth goes dry, and my heart begins to thump like a woodpecker. It is Darragh Ryan, and he’s not wearing a shirt. His worn, faded jeans are so low on his hips, you can not only see the muscles cutting an arrow from his hips into his waistband, but I swear, you can make out a dark thatch of hair on the taut, tanned skin above his zipper. I lick my suddenly parched lips. Is that the last stop on his happy trail or his wolf’s fur? It’s hard to tell from over here, especially since he’s got a hairy chest. He definitely doesn’t wax for definition like the younger males in the pack.

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

“Danny… your dick looks so big. I need something real tonight.” That broke him. He stood up, shoved his trousers and boxers down. His cock sprang out, the head already shiny with precum. Much bigger than Mark’s. He stroked himself once, staring at me. I pulled my fingers out and sucked them clean, looking straight at him. “Come here,” I whispered. Danny moved fast. He dropped to his knees between my legs, grabbed my thighs, and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue was hungry — long, flat licks from my entrance to my clit, then sucking my clit hard.