Fanfiction Sterek Novels & Stories

My pussy twitched at the thought of driving him crazy. He began to groan. "Oh, Frank, you wanna cum?", I said stroking his huge dick. I replaced my hands with my mouth and slurped on his dick a few times, before I let it fully into my mouth. I couldn't get all his dick in but it didn't matter as I went up and down as fast as I could. He pushed his hips forward, gripping my hair, and fucking my mouth, I moaned, allowing him to use my mouth as his fuck toy.

He didn't know whether it was addictive lust or unbelievable lust or both. He knew he didn't want to let her go. He would be her patron. Alicia knew how to draw men into her. She knew how to make his dream come true. He would be Alica's new patron. THE END OF SINFUL DESIRES🥳 Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “BURNING PASSION”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Burning passion is a novella, so just sit back and enjoy a long blissful erotic stories

!!WARNING!! Continuous chapters contain face slapping scenes, BDSM, degradation kinks etc etc. Tread Carefully. Chapter 71 Stefan’s POV The morning after felt heavy, bag of potatoes kinda heavy. I barely slept, my mind was stuck on the way Cilia had shoved me off when Audrey called for her, then lied through her teeth like I was some dirty secret. Then Audrey ordering me around like a dog. “Filthy driver, go carry my stuffs in.” Her voice still rang in my ears, all spoiled and sharp. Both of them treating me like I was none less than the dirt on their shoes. My cock stayed half-hard most of the night from the hate.

A bitter smile tugged on his lips. Elara stumbled back as tears spilled without warning. "I'm sorry, Cassian," she choked out amidst sobs. "I didn't mean to deceive you. Elias... Elias was bred by my ex-boyfriend. It's your step-brother, Damian Blackhowl, the one who tried to challenge you for the Alpha position." Though Cassian had suspected it, hearing the truth spoken aloud still shocked him to the core. "I love you, Cassian. I love your soul… But what about needs? I have physical needs too! Needs that you never bothered to satisfy! I have desires too! Every time you come to me, you'd finish and leave, like it was a task!

I got up from the shower, I put on a black jean, a black strappy blouse with lace, a red scarf like the ones used in the old west by cowboys, I took a few bracelets from the drawer, I let go of my hair, I ruffled it a little and put on my makeup, I went to the kitchen and prepared an American breakfast for myself and Dani who woke up after a while and came out looking at me, squinting because of the light and told me when he saw me "Oh my god, baby, what happened to you, are you okay, do you need me to take you to the hospital?" I looked at her badly and told her —Daniela, if you don't want to leave without breakfast today, please, I appreciate you behaving and not being a bitch so early, it

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV I take my time there, sucking it like candy, my tongue poking at the pee hole in the middle. Feeling that Dnaria shudders again, and I peek up to see her closing her eyes briefly.

“You want some of this? You want to see what this big, hard pecker can do? It’ll make you feel real good, way better than that little loser boyfriend of yours. You know where to find me if you want your back blown out. By the way, I specialize in pussy-eating.” He zipped his cock back into his pants and helped me to the car. He helped himself to another handful of my ass as I bent over to get in the back seat. He closed the door behind me and winked. My mother’s instincts regarding Dr. Sterling were accurate. He was a dirtball womanizer. Fortunately, that womanizer was on the hunt just like me

In the room were ten men, seated naked in a circle on single wooden chairs. The room was well lit and had a patient bed somewhere at the corner. There were charts of penises hung up on the walls and a banner on the wall that read boldly : TINY PRICK HUMILIATION Ana was a dominatrix. And the founder of the community that consisted of a group of sub men who had a fetish for humiliation, mockery and downgrading. “Welcome to TPH. My name is Anna and I am here to help you learn… how to own your disgraceful jokes of pricks.” Anna said, taking her seat on a couch at the top of the circle.

Riven. As much as I didn't want to think of what I had just seen, I couldn't really help it. My mind was stuck, like fucking stuck and glued to what my eyes had seen today. First of all, I knew Stiles to be a Casanova, a very promiscuous dude—flirty, always engaged, with women of course—and I thought that it could be the reason why he had created that space for himself because I already knew his dorm was a no-no.

Wasn’t exactly what I was looking for though, but something is better than nothing and to be honest, anything about him would capture my interest. It was a whole list of articles, some were good but most were not. I looked through the headings… ‘THE STERMYER MAFIA STRIKES’, ‘THE MAFIA OF STERMYER BEHIND RECENT CONSPIRACIES’, ‘THE STERMYER TYCOON’, ‘THE HUNTER’S PREY’ and the list went on…