Enemies To Lovers Smut Novels & Stories

3’s mouth as well, leaving our lipstick smears around the skin of his fingers. Then he dips his fingers into his champagne flute, repeating the process again while we run out tongues all over his fingers. Then he does it the third time, then the fourth time, and by the fifth time, his fingers are totally coated with our lipsticks of different shades of red and pink, and yet dry from our desperate sucking. In a strange way this has made me horny, and when I look at No. 2 who's clenching her legs tightly, and No. 3 who's tongue is still out and her eye all hazy, I realise that they feel the same way.

The hair on her arms rose as she neared him, a primal warning she ignored. She leaned in to refill his glass, her hand steady despite the storm inside her. His eyes followed her movements, heavy and unreadable. Around the table she went, pouring with practiced care. Then it happened. One of Adrian's investors, a portly man known in certain circles for his wandering hands and loose morals, let his palm slide down her back as she passed. Lower. Boldly onto the curve of her ass. "What the……" Celine gasped, jolting forward.

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.

Something had shifted the moment he became almost intimate with me. We arrived at an expensive restaurant. The man he was meeting was older. They talked seriously, but I barely understood anything—not because they were speaking Italian, no, they were speaking English. I just couldn’t focus. I couldn’t take my eyes off how dangerous yet devilishly gorgeous Alaric was. His face was serious, his eyes always dark, unapproachable. Yet there was something about him that made you want to risk the fear just to experience what he was like in bed. That’s why Sara always talked about him. That’s why Lina envied me. I hadn’t realized it before because I was too caught up in how mean he was to me. Now th

Daniel let out a chuckle beside him. "I don't think so. They hate eachother so much they want to rip eachother 's throats out. The camera translates that kind of friction into chemistry. Just let them cook" "Good, hold that pose" The photographer called out. Elliot's gaze was intense, unblinking and deep down in those dark eyes, Jade could see a faint, wicked spark of the captain who knew exactly what secrets they were hiding from everyone else in the room.

“Damian… please…” “Trust me,” he said, guiding me back to the couch. He kissed my neck and then he bent me over. I heard the pop of a bottle, and I turned to take a look. It was lube. The cold gel hit my skin and I gasped. Damian spread me open and slowly circled my ass with his slick finger. “Relax,” he murmured. “I’ll go slow. I’ll make it feel good.” And even though I was terrified… a part of me wanted to believe him.

“Shut the hell up, Ethan! Stop acting like everything I do is about you.” I smirked, pushing off my bike and strolling toward him. “Oh? Funny, because everything you do seems to revolve around me — racing me, yelling at me, competing with me. If I wasn’t a guy…” I leaned in closer so only he could hear, “…I might think you were in love with me.” His nostrils flared and his jaw tightened for a second. I swear he looked like he was going to punch me right there in front of everyone. Instead, he gave me that dangerously calm smile that meant trouble.

Enemies who fvck like the world is ending. Sex-enemies, that’s exactly what we were. Pure hate-sex in the snow, raw and desperate. I cracked my knuckles, took a long sip of the coffee I’d brought with me, and dove straight in. This story was going to be long, dirty, and dripping with the kind of banter that makes people melt. I typed out the title in bold letters: 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-F-ck Holiday'.

Tease. He laughs until I silence him with my tongue, plunging it into his mouth. Still, I have to admit, I really like the idea myself. It certainly beats playing watchdog all the time The sound of moaning in my ears. Sweat covering my whole body. The telltale slap of flesh against flesh loud throughout the room. A wet cunt gripping my cock and a hard dick shoving into my ass. My definition of heaven. Nothing beats coming, wedged between the two people I love the most in

"Where did you learn to do all that stuff?" "What?" He had the nerve to laugh and reach for me. I evaded his arms and smacked them away. "Oh no you don't, answer me. How many lovers have you had?" "Too many to count, do you know how old I am?" I gave his answer some thought but I had some ideas of my own on the subject. "That's not fair, you've had so many and I've had a grand total of one. I think I need to even the score... Hey!" I'd barely got the last word out before I found myself flat on my back with a very angry vampyre glaring down at me.