Novel & Cerita Fourth Wing Smut

The smell of the crushed tomatoes and the sweet honey mixed with the smell of raw sex. Shifting the Womb in the Dirt "I want to feel the mountain!" Sarah cried out after pulling away from Leo’s cock. She wanted to be stretched even further. She turned over on the table, putting her chest down against the wood. Her bottom was high in the air, shining with honey and cream. Silas stayed behind her. He grabbed her waist with his dirty, strong hands. He began to slam into her pussy from behind. Every thrust was a heavy strike. He was reaching the very back of her.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.

🔞WARNING:🔞 This chapter contains explicit smut. ******* Luca's POV: I pounded into the warm cavern of a dye-blond hair girl under me, rocking and thrusting at a stable pace. I watched her fake long eyelashes flutter, and her way-too-red lip gloss parted as she let out endless moans that filled the silent room with a lewd sound.

“What? Is there some kind of joke I’m missing?” “No joke.” Lucas leaned in so only I could hear as he whispered, “I’m talking about sex, darling. During which I’ll bite you…” He brushed his fingers across the part of my neck that was visible above my shirt, right where my neck met my shoulder. “Right here. Marking you as mine. Forever.” Disgusted, I swatted his hand away. “That’s gross. You’re gross, Lucas.” Lucas pressed his palm to his chest in mock offense. “There’s nothing gross about it, darling. In fact, it’s the most beautiful thing a mated pair can do.”

ROXETTE He didn’t pull his fingers out. Instead, he kept them buried deep, curling and thrusting roughly, his thumb pressing hard circles on my swollen clit. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Look at you, dripping like a faucet, making such a mess on Daddy’s hand. You’re not even trying to hide how much you love being my little slut, are you? Crying your pretty eyes out but this cunt is begging for more. Soaking the sheets like you’re about to piss yourself from how bad you need it.”

Rolled us spooning, cock staying in lazy thrusts, pain and pleasure humming. "Anytime means now, baby.. feel me own you slow?" He whispered dirty in ear: "Woke you fucking, now sleep with brother's cum inside. Tomorrow? More.... kitchen, pool, whenever. You're my forbidden slut." I moaned soft, wiggling against him, intoxicated still. He dropped wet kisses on shoulder, hand sliding to core, fingers circling clit gentle then rough. Buried fingers inside beside his softening cock, battling slow. "Ahhh... just like... don't stop fingering!" Screamed quiet. Saliva from his mouth on my neck, trailing down.

They slipped on transparent plastic aprons. “On your stomach first,” Freya commanded softly. They slowly peeled my leggings and panties down my thick thighs, exposing my smooth, plump ass and already-wet pussy. “Fuck, look at this perfect ass,” Jess moaned, spreading my cheeks wide. “Completely waxed and ready.” Freya ran her bare fingers over my tight pink hole. “So pretty… and already twitching. Have you been watching naughty videos, thinking about women playing with your holes?” I moaned loudly as Freya pushed one slick finger deep into my ass. “Oh god… Doctor!”

She leaned over Ava’s body, one hand holding her throat, the other never slowing. “Use her mouth,” she told Marla. Marla straddled Ava’s face without a second thought. Ava moaned into her, licking desperately, drowning in heat and humiliation. Above her, Lilith smiled. “She's useful when she’s wrecked.” The Fourth growled. “I want her limp.” They flipped Ava onto her stomach. Now The Fourth climbed over her…grinding against her ass, moaning. Marla slid between Ava’s thighs from below, spreading her open and sliding herself in. Skin to skin. Slick to slick. Raw friction. Heat.

“Please.” “Louder.” “Please, Guriel—fuck—make me come, please!” He moved then—slow at first, grinding his hips, dragging every inch of himself along her walls until she sobbed beneath him. Her body was fire. Her mind was ash. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, begging for more. His wings unfurled fully now, black and red, casting monstrous shadows on the glowing walls. His fangs bared as he fucked her harder, each thrust driving the altar beneath her an inch back. Her moans echoed in the chamber like worship.

The pain and pleasure mixed perfectly. I added a third finger. Then a fourth. I fucked myself harder, obscene wet squelching sounds filling the room as I thrust in and out. My juices ran down my wrist. I planted my feet on the ottoman, hips lifting, grinding desperately against my own hand. But it wasn’t enough. I grabbed one of the decorative pillows, straddled it, and started humping like an animal in heat. I pressed my clit hard against the firm fabric and rode it frantically, rocking my hips in fast, dirty circles while three fingers stayed buried deep in my pussy.