Erotica Hunter Mga Nobela at Kwento

Papers and a pen holder scattered to the floor, but neither of them cared. “Lie back,” he said. She did. The cool wood pressed against her bare back and ass. Hunter stood between her open legs, hands running slowly up her thighs. He spread them wider, eyes fixed on her pussy. She was already slick, juice shining on her folds. “Look at you,” he murmured. “So wet for me already. This pussy knows who it belongs to.” He leaned down and ran one finger through her wetness, from her entrance up to her clit. Ava gasped. He circled her clit slowly, lightly, watching her face the whole time. When she tried to lift her hips for more pressure, he pressed a firm hand to her stomach.

Her arousal was thick in the air and his feral side lurched forward but he controlled himself. Hunter fisted his hands and lay back on the bed. "Do as you please with me, baby," He rasped and Silvia peeked at him over her shoulder. Inhaling deeply with the mustered up courage she straddled him again. She was sitting there cluelessly. Hunter began stroking her legs and thighs before his hand moved back and he grabbed her ass. Sitting up he pressed his lips on hers and his hand moved back. He touched her vertical lips and she shuddered. He stroked her folds before inserting one of his fingers inside her.

He cherished her and we couldn't wait to mark her as our mate and Luna. The photos afflicted him more than they afflicted me. Her words she said before going out tore through his sanity. Hunter's only fancy right now was to come out and pin Aura to the floor and growl at her angrily so she said why she cheated on us. Was it because of money? Hunger of more sexual partners? More pleasure? Why did she have to do this to us? "You are filthy, Damien Hunter!" I blinked my teary eyes. Looking here and there to make the moisture disappear just like she disappeared from my eyes past the car I had gifted her, I turned around, turning dead ears to Miss Martha's exclamation.

MAYA Sera’s my best friend, but she’s also got a massive crush on Damon. Has since we were teenagers. And she’s always been competitive with me about everything. I watch as she climbs out of her car, wearing a tiny dress that barely covers anything. Three unmated males from our pack are with her—Tyler, Brock, and Mason. All of them strong, good-looking, probably here because they can smell me even from outside the gates. “I didn’t invite them,” I say quickly.

Gavin said, and I smiled at the guys. "No female hunter?" I asked. I knew the reason but wanted to hear from the horse's mouth. "Ruth won't like that, Karen," he answered with a knowing look on his face. After the introduction, the atmosphere was a lot pleasant. We were able to crack some jokes while we ate. No one asked me personal questions, and neither did I ask them. After breakfast, Gavin took me to the library to check out some hunter's books. There were books about vampires, witches, werewolves and other creatures that I did not dream of ever meeting. There were books on alchemy, mild magic, and creating and using charms.

Removing his mouth for a moment, he inserts two fingers and curls them to stretch my walls. "I am preparing you to ride my cock without any discomfort, Anna. I want you to relish the moments you forget under the haze of alcohol." He says and started pumping them vigorously, the sloppy friction between my sex and his fingers fills the air with erotic sensations. He takes turns to fuck me with his fingers and his mouth until I feel the urge to let the pressure go. "Oh Hunter, please do it faster...oh yes..like this." I cry in ecstasy, tears roll from the corner of my eyes. I am panting

“And you are?” Rita quickly got off the bed and went to close the door slowly. She then locked it and came close to Hunter. “I wanted that to happen.” She said slipping her hands into Hunter's jeans. Hunter smiled at her. “You're bad, aren't you?” “Nah, I'm a good girl,” she said, slowly going on her knees. “But I can be bad if I want to.” She undid Hunter's button and then pulled down his jeans. Hunter watched her lick the head of his penis for a while and then began giving him head. As she did, she stroked his abs and ran her hands up and down his thighs.

All modesty’s just flown off the window. His name is Hunter and it takes a snap of his beautiful fingers for my vagina to weep. And nothing—not even this cotton barrier underneath—will stop the arousal from trickling down my thighs.

My gaze falls on his plump bottom lip, and instantly I wondered whether it tastes good as it looks from the outside. Damn. What I wouldn’t give to run my tongue along his neck, biting his earlobes until they bleed. “Ava,” his voice came out low, husky, and so fucking sexy. Oh, fuck! I scold myself. He’s Hunter Ysrael. The play boy, fuck boy, asshole man whore in Werewolf High…

I bit hard on my lips, gasping lightly as he withdrew them with care and brought his hand and coated fingers up between us. I watched, pulse hammering, as Hunter played with it—rubbing his fingers together, letting the strands of my cum stretch and glisten in the low light. His dark reverent eyes studied the way it clung and pulled. Then he lifted those fingers to my lips. He dragged them carefully over my them, painted my lips with my own cum and wetness. Coating the upper lip first, then the lower, watching me the entire time. The cool slickness made me shudder. Fresh heat flooded between my thighs; I was somehow even wetter, even hungrier, the ache twisting tighter.