Novel & Cerita Erotic Beatuies

He kisses the spot a few times, and the pain fades. I couldn’t possibly pay attention to anything else anyway when he begins to grind against me, hitting me in just the right spot. I cry out again, my abdomen contracting a few times, nearly lifting me off the bed. If he wasn’t on top of me, I might curl into a ball. “You’re so close,” he whispers. “Come on, Bexley. Come for me.” At his command, my body gives in, and I begin to spasm around his cock. My mouth drops open, and I can’t breathe or think. All I can do is revel in the euphoric feeling that rolls over me.

Another poured beer over her glistening skin, the men eagerly lapping up the frothy liquid as it splashed onto their faces. A smile graced the woman's lips as she enjoyed her moment in the limelight, the other women at the club watching her with envy. She was a beautiful blonde with long, silky hair, an angelic face, and a perfect, hourglass body. She looked like the girl next door, yet she was shaking her ass for a bunch of horny drunks. "I love you!" shouted one of her admirers as he stuffed money into her panties. "Me too!" screamed another as he threw more cash.

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.

I wanted her pussy, I wanted to taste her, I wanted to feel her body shudder as I flicked my tongue against her clit and licked up and down her folds. She was intoxicating. Her skin was soft and clean, her pussy soaked and more delicious than anything I'd ever tasted. I couldn't get enough of her taste and her scent. I could hear her moaning, muffled from the thighs pressing against my ears, but loud enough that it was only interrupted by the occasional crash of thunder. Her hips shifted, grinding her sweet folds on my face. My view was perfect; her perfect stomach, the swell of her perfect tits, and the occasional glimpse of her perfect, beautiful face as she gazed down at me with her pussy

Her cheeks held that rosy flush that had nothing to do with modesty and everything to do with how many times she'd shattered beneath us. My gaze drifted lower before I could stop it. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, still perky despite her reclined position, the nipples still peaked and flushed a deep rose. Fenric had been particularly brutal with them. I could see the faint marks now, the evidence of his onslaught, and felt my trousers grow uncomfortably tight at the memory. Lower still, her thighs gleamed in the firelight. The scent hit me again, that intoxicating mixture of her arousal and release and sweat, hanging thick in the chamber air. It was maddening.

Facing them both, Penelope urged Pierre to fuck Beatrice and make her cum too. Beatrice turned sideways. She kissed Penelope and wiggled her ass invitingly for Pierre. He lost no time in going around behind her. He placed his massive cock up against her ass and she pushed back. She stroked her clit as he pumped her hot pussy with the same relentless strokes he had reduced Penelope to a quivering mass of nerves with.

Then came the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Looking up toward the staircase, everyone saw a woman in a striking red body hug gown descending. Emily Havard was beautiful, no doubt about it. She moved with confidence, a practiced catwalk that turned heads. But she wasn’t Alexander’s type. Even he didn’t fully know what his type was. He felt nothing as she approached the table. She reminded him of all the women from his past, manipulative, wearing fake smiles, proud, and easy to see through. Yet something else entirely caught Alexander’s sharp attention.

Elena squeezed those words out one by one in a vicious tone, "I need this, and you don't have a choice, so help me make this easier for you, okay?" "You mean you WANT this," Knight curved his lips, "I know I attract a lot of women, but never one this needy." "I'm NOT needy! You fucking rogue!" Elena was getting grumpier with Knight recently when she couldn't get the Alpha's title just because of Knight's mere existence, "I--" "It's okay, Elena," Nate cut her off, "I can cut the sound from the video, we only need to make it look like--" "Get the fuck out!" Elena snapped at Nate angrily, "If I want to fuck him, I'll damn fuck him! Nobody says no to me! If you want to get back to your rogue day

“You are the soon to be alpha. Your partner should be one that fits you.” Max sighs and shakes his head. “Belle, Belle, Belle. That’s exactly why I am asking you to be mine. Your beauty can’t be compared to the rest of the female lycans. You’re strong and also the newly appointed beta of the pack. Who else is more fit to be at my side?” I want to frown. I want him to know how much his words disgust me. I want to punch him so hard that it would make him rethink about his proposal.

“That’s it, my love, right there! I’m coming! I’m coming!” Eric smiles and accelerates his thrusts even more. I ride his cock and pull his hair. I arch my back, tighten my legs around Eric while I scream at my orgasm that hits me in waves again and again. Eric continues his thrusts until they become erratic, and he screams my name as he buries his canines into my neck. The mark, Eric, has marked me, and I see how everything around me darkens and I fall into oblivion.